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“Close the door.” I did. The lock clicked. “Sit.” He gestured to the chair opposite his desk. I stayed standing. “What do you want?” Marcus finally met my eyes. “You’ve been a good earner, Nyx. But your professor friend? He's in trouble. Been sniffing around my books for weeks. Asking questions. Threatening my operation.” I swallowed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He laughed short, ugly. “Sure you don’t. But here’s the deal: you feed me everything he tells you.

“It’s… fiction, Professor. Just a creative exercise. I was exploring the theme of power imbalance in mentor-student relationships for my thesis and… I got carried away.” He raised one dark eyebrow. “Carried away.” He turned the monitor slightly so I could see the screen. The paragraph he had stopped on was particularly explicit: the part where the fictional professor had the student bent over his desk during office hours, skirt rucked up, his hand fisted in her hair while he told her exactly how many points she was losing for every moan. My stomach flipped. Heat pooled low in my belly.

"I can't believe this. It's like something out of a novel or a movie. But what does this mean for you, for your relationship with the professor?" I sighed, my emotions in turmoil. "That's the dilemma, Sandra. On one hand, we have this incredible connection, and on the other, we have the university's strict policies against student-teacher relationships. It's a complex situation." Sandra looked at me, her concern deepening. "So, what do you want to do, knowing this? Do you plan to keep it a secret, or are you going to confront the professor about it?" I chuckled at her question, knowing that the situation had taken an unexpected twist. "Come on, Sandra. The professor already knows, and that's

“Thank you for your sincerity, Dr. Cole. Now this matter will not reach my superiors. I’ll give my judgment here. You both are adults, and I cannot tell you what to do concerning your relationship. But it is also unlawful for a student and a lecturer to be in an intimate relationship in this school. Therefore, it’s best that you either quit your relationship and render a formal apology to the school or one of you leave the school if you want to continue with what you’re doing.” Cole shifts in his position. “I will present my resignation letter to you promptly, sir.” “What? No!” I shriek. “Cole, we have to talk about this.” “There’s nothing to talk about, Ms. Stone.” Ms. Stone? Is that how it

"Of course, I do—all the more reason for us not to be romantically involved. I don't want to jeopardize your education. Your future. My job." "No." I got up and squeezed my way in between his thighs. He put his hands up to shield me from him, but the chemistry sparking between us was relentless and all-consuming, and tonight it won. He relaxed his arms, allowing me into his space. "No. I want you in my bubble. Because I care about you too, the people at this school do whatever they want whenever they want. Why can't we do the same?" "Because of the simple fact I am your professor, and you are my student."

“I never thought that the professor would go that far for his students. He always seemed cold and never really cared about his students.” “He is a good lecturer in class.” “He is. He is also a good leader. But he had never been around his students outside of class. I've spent my whole life on this campus. I know the ins and outs, all the gossip, disgrace, and other secret things. The professor never wanted to get involved with any student before you.” Shanon grimaced softly. She didn't know what to say to Agnes. Her relationship with Anthony was very complicated. Sometimes, Shanon wished that Anthony really cared about her, and wasn't just using her because Anthony had bought her from Yvone.

I mean, we did spend a lot of time together last year, but I have never once thought of it as nothing more than a student who enjoyed talking to her teacher. “Professor, let go of my hand,” I say after a couple of minutes. He sighs and releases me. “I’m sorry.” “Professor, we may have been getting too close. Let’s keep our distance from now on.” “Mai, I thought we were….” “Is everything ok?” I spin and see Kendra, my bodyguard, at the door. She looks between Professor Stewart and me and then back at me. “Everything is fine. I’m having a chat with my student. Who are you?” He inquires, clearly annoyed with the interruption.

"She's a great student." "Is she? Because I've heard some things," he says, his tone shifting. "You two seem to have a special kart of connection that extends far from a lecturer and student." I swallow hard, my pulse racing. "What do you mean by that?" He shrugs, a smirk playing on his lips. "Just that it's interesting how these things work. Student-teacher relationships can be... complicated." I take a step back, my instincts screaming at me. "I think you might be mistaken. Nothing is going on."

SIENNA'S POV The whole lecture felt like a fever dream I couldn’t wake up from. Professor Thorne Elias started the class as if there was nothing wrong. He kept a steady pace as he taught about forbidden desire in literature, power dynamics and the way characters destroy themselves chasing what they can’t have. It felt more to me like every word was arrowed at me, heck this entire topic was a bullet aimed at me. I sat there frozen, my notebook was open but my pen wasn't moving. I pressed my thighs together under the desk as flashbacks of last night came running through my mind.

Tch. I let go of him. My phone just vibrated in my pocket and I take it out to look at it. My uber is here. I didn’t want Killian dropping me despite how much he insisted. The rumour, which actually is a true story, about a student and a professor relationship is dead, I wouldn’t want to change that because anyone’s thoughts will go in that direction if they see me, a student, stepping out of his, a professor, car. I groan. “My uber is here.” I say to him. “I’ll text you.”