Novel & Cerita Classroom Of The Elite Romance

“I was late to class carrying coffee and dropped everything all over his shoes.” Amanda gasped. “No.” “Yes.” Elena laughed softly. “And instead of getting angry, he apologised to me.” “That’s attractive,” Amanda admitted. “I thought he was insane.” “Fair.” Elena smiled into her wine glass. “He kept showing up after that. Study groups. Coffee. Walks home.” “See?” Amanda said immediately, pointing toward me. “That’s romance.” I rolled my eyes. “Not every relationship needs a movie trailer.” “Yes, it does,” Amanda argued.

Chapter 19 – First Time (Dante POV) I told myself it would be simple. Just sex. Just bodies. Just scratching an itch that had been driving us both insane for weeks. But the second the door clicked shut behind me—late, after a brutal film session with the coaches—nothing felt simple anymore. Eli was on his bed, cross-legged, laptop balanced on his thighs, fairy lights glowing soft gold around him. He looked up when I came in, and the way his eyes tracked me—slow, heated—hit me harder than any linebacker ever had.

“But the moment you walked into my class, I knew you were going to be trouble. My favorite kind of trouble.” Elena smiled against his chest. “I’m glad I broke the rules.” Professor Kane tilted her chin up and kissed her tenderly. “You’re mine now, little pet. Through every lecture, every late night, every secret moment. And I’m going to keep ruining you for anyone else.” Outside, the normal campus world continued. Inside their private world, the lessons had only just begun.

Even during breaks, we would discuss assignments together, often drawing teasing whistles from some of the girls in class. Whenever that happened, Ella’s ears would turn red as she whispered an apology to me. I would just lower my head, too shy to meet her eyes. Until one day, after school, she confessed her feelings. Back then, she was tall, fair-skinned, a top student, and clearly bound for WIT. I truly believed I was the male lead in a campus romance, and that she was the girl fate had chosen for me. No one could’ve predicted it would all come to a brutal halt ten years later, on that rainy night.

The taste of his dominance was addictive. A slow smile spread across Julius’s face. He’d spent years dreaming of her attention. Now he had her need, raw and desperate. He nodded down the hall. “Room 204. It’s always empty after two. The teacher has a free period.” They moved quickly, a silent pact between them. Julius tried the handle. Unlocked. He pushed it open, and they spilled inside, closing the door softly behind them. The classroom was a monument to mundane order: neat rows of desks, a whiteboard covered in half-erased calculus, the faint smell of chalk dust. Sunlight streamed through the blinds, cutting the air into golden bars.

His eyes locked onto me immediately, a dark smile tugging at his lips. “Miss Bennett, you’re late,” he said, his voice smooth but commanding. “Come to the front. We were just discussing themes of submission in classic literature. Perhaps you can help demonstrate.” My heart raced as I walked to the front of the class, feeling every eye in the room on my barely-covered body. Twenty elite students, mostly rich, dominant men, watched with hungry interest. “Yes, Professor,” I whispered, dropping to my knees in front of his desk without being told. “How would you like me to demonstrate?”

Clara said apologetically, trying to keep her tone calm. "Okay, well, I do like my students paying attention to my teachings while I am in the class," Miss Jane started with a warm smile, but they got the message. Miss Jane continued with her teachings. "We will continue this discussion another time," Clara whispered angrily to Anna, her tone sharp with frustration. Adams sat on the staircase with his girlfriend Ella and his best friend Noah, who was also with his girlfriend Patricia. "Baby, I was wondering whether you will be coming over to my place this evening after school. You know it's been a while, and I am thinking we need to spice things up a little," Ella said with a seductive smile

Heading into the classroom, most students began to gossip about her but she didn't spare them the glance. "Elena!" She turned to see Romeo approaching her. She grabbed a chair and sat by it waiting for him. "Hey Romeo" she smiled at him. Romeo was confused; he was surprised to see she was acting as though nothing had happened. "What the fuck happened!" He asked taking a seat near her and seating by her side. The class was not to start till an hour time. "Listen Romeo, I don't want to talk about it" She replied getting one of her book from the bags and placing it on the desk to try and read before the class would commence.

That didn't sound good at all. “Prestige?” The director says confused. “That won't happen.” Now he shakes his head because he doesn't like what the doctor is saying. “Of course.” Now he looks at me. “This woman doesn't even have a culinary degree, much less a nursing degree, what are we playing here?” Now he's speaking forcefully, but quietly enough, so that the conversation is still private.” This hospital is now a circus since Miss Jefferson arrived here. And now the dreams of a clumsy and stupid girl will come true because she knows how to make cookies? I think this is not a game director.” The director seems upset, but he is not capable enough to tell Dr. Mark to shut his mouth.

Neither was she trying to seduce him, but it was to him a non-sexual turn-on, seeing her answer all questions and debates with him in the most beautiful thing. The class had come to an end and every single soul enjoyed the class and how pretty it went but Dante had all that vibe cause of Elena, she was the reason he came in the first place, to see her beautiful face, she is still the reason he took the class seriously seeing that she enjoyed it. “Thank you for making the lecture this fun Mr Dante.” Grey wished and Dante nodded gently. “Class representative,” he called out acting like he didn't know the person and Elena’s heart leaped.