Find My Professor Novels & Stories

I was in a cage with no key, and the man holding the bars was the only one who could keep my brother alive. "Problem, Miss St. Claire?" he asked, his voice smooth and dangerous. "No," I whispered, clutching the phone until my knuckles turned white. "No problem, Professor." "Good," he said, stepping into the light to adjust his cufflinks. "See you in class. Try to look like you haven't been banged into submission. It’s bad for my reputation."

I wasn’t that stupid—but I thought I’d at least try. There had to be another way to get this information. I was lost in thought when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I spun and came face to face with an older man who I recognized as one of the professors. He shot me a kind smile. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t help but overhear the last part,” he spoke. “But—if you’re looking for information on alumni, you should try the library. They’re full of biographies and records about former students.”

The professor walks in with a grim look on his face. "Hello, new and old students. If you do not know already, I am your professor. You can call me Mr.White or Sir...Now, let's get on with today's lesson. The person that's sitting next to you is going to be your partner in all shared activities. So for the rest of the week, you are going to get to know each other better as you will be working together a lot this semester. So get used to seeing each other often. I want you all to pick something that you learned about your partner and find a way to express the emotions you felt about what you have found out. You are all dismissed until Monday of next week."

Upon seeing Damon’s absence, I promptly approached the professor. “Ma’am, have you seen Damon? He’s not around.” The professor glanced at the individuals in the room. Everyone was eating except for Damon, who wasn’t present. “Okay, I’ll go look for him. Maybe he hasn’t eaten yet.” “I’ll look for him,” The professor frowned at me. “Have you eaten?” “Yes, I am done with my meal. Just finish your food, and I’ll find Damon if you don’t mind. “Okay, be careful.”

I had just sent a video of myself masturbating to my professor, and he hadn't even said "thank you." I walked back to the espresso machine, my legs still feeling like jelly. I felt dirty, exposed, and strangely hungry for more. I looked at my phone one last time, wondering what he was doing with that video right now. Buzz. Buzz. Professor Ashton: Monday 5pm. My office.

He smiled against my lips as he pulled back, looking at me with his dark and lust-filled eyes. I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed my phone off the charger. It was a group message from my professor; I only had one class this afternoon, and typically she only texted when she was canceling class or had something important to inform us about our assignments. I swiped my finger across the screen and brought up the chat.

But I wasn't going to force him to open up to me. I thought about pretending not to see him, sneaking to the back until he left, but somehow my feet moved on their own, pulling me toward him. I stopped nervously at the edge of his table. “Professor Grayson?” I said quietly, my voice barely above a whisper. He didn’t even glance up. “Shouldn’t you be working?” he muttered without looking at me, swirling the drink lazily in his hand. I stiffened. His words were cold… the same as earlier in class. But I didn't let that bother me.

I looked at Rajiv who was, again, in front of me. Wait... I thought he was a student? Is he lying? And… I frowned as I realised something. He also called me by my last name earlier. Our classmates might notice that my professor and I know each other personally. I don't want them to get the wrong idea. Even though I'm only being hypocritical right now. It's only the first day of class but all the professors have already started teaching. It's not like it was still in high school when every first day of class the students were having fun all over campus.

“Zero. I am positive the same person who asked the question in class is the person behind this.” I heave a sigh. “And we never found out who it was. Even if we did find It, what can we do? It’s out there, everyone knows and everyone had seen us together somehow.” “So we can drag this person to the depths as well. Now, our school official page can only be accessed by a few, and I called someone knows how to check these things.” I frown at Jessica. “He also knows the professor personally, and will check his house before coming here.”

she finally managed to answer. From Lily, Vivian not only found out about Elena's classmates, but the woman had also given her some information about the professors on campus. However, it might be too much trouble if Lily also needed to gather information about the assistant professor, and that was why Vivian didn't recognize the man who temporarily replaced the professor to lecture in class today.