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Two years later, the book was everywhere. SHHHH… Professor sat at the top of the dark-romance charts on every major reading platform for months. It refused to leave. Readers could not stop talking about Lila and Damon. Comment sections filled with theories and arguments and late-night confessions. Some people swore the story had to be real. Others insisted no one could survive that much scandal, that many threats, and still get a happy ending with twins and a quiet house. A few readers posted side-by-side comparisons of old campus photos and the descriptions in the book, trying to prove what Juliet would never confirm.

Adeline continued, "Flaubert's use of realism highlights the stark contrast between Emma's romantic ideals and the harsh reality of her circumstances. This juxtaposition underscores the novel's exploration of disillusionment and the search for meaning." Sebastian nodded, his expression unreadable. "Very good, Miss Emerson," he said finally. "You've demonstrated a keen understanding of the novel's themes." Adeline's smile returned. Their eyes locked. For a moment. The tension between them. Was palpable. "Thank you, Professor," Adeline said. Sebastian's gaze lingered. Before returning. To the rest. Of the class. Sebastian's expression remained composed, but a hint of a smile played on his lips

“No skipping the dirty parts either. I want to hear Sir Dominic’s filth coming out of Professor Kane’s mouth. That low, controlled tone you use when you’re trying not to lose your temper in class? I want that wrapped around every cock, cunt, and ‘spread your legs’ line you’ve written.” Kane stared at me like I’d lost my mind. Shock, anger, and something darker flickered across his handsome face. His breathing had changed, shallower, heavier. I could see the war raging behind his eyes. The arrogant literature professor was fighting the man who wrote women getting fucked senseless on desks and against bookshelves. I smiled, slow and wicked. “And whatever happens during those readings… well. We

“You’re missing the nuance of the author’s intent.” I leaned forward, eyes narrowed. “With all due respect, Professor, the nuance you’re talking about is just you projecting your own bias onto the text. The author clearly intended—” The class was used to this by now. Half of them were amused, the other half exhausted by our constant sparring. Professor Vale’s eyes darkened with something that looked dangerously close to lust. “Miss Harper, if you spent as much time actually reading the material as you do challenging me, you might actually learn something.”

Grind's attention are here, we all stared at them. "I didn't take?" a dead malicious promise of Zenith. "What?! And why is that? I hope you don't just go with Mr. Rezilla," Professor said. "I don't use books, I hope you asked earlier if I'll take it, right?" we were all surprised at her response. It's not a rude tone but it's still rude. "What?! Tss. What else can I expect from you? You didn't even know the word, respect," Professor stressed.

"Ofcourse, you are beautiful," She stared into the professor's eyes with a twinkle of pleasure. But the mystery remained there. She have seen a fair share of handosome man but nothing can compare to his Niccolas. His eyes that caught her attention, his pointed nose, and oh! his kissable and soft lips that taste so sweet when they are kissing. Professor. Clinton Niccolas Donovan is the definition of perfection. "Why are you looking at me like that?" His low whisper.

We finished our noodles and went to take the next lecture. After college, I went to the library to find a book. The library of the college is huge. Nobody was in the library when I reached there, even the librarian was not there at that time. I didn't wait for her and went to find my book. Now I've been finding that book for a few minutes on the bookshelf. I'm standing in the middle of two rows of bookshelves. As I took out one book, I gaped, seeing professor Zain. He's standing at the other side of the bookshelf. I can only see his face. His black bewitching eyes are gazing at me intensely. I don't know why my breath is becoming heavy and why my heartbeat accelerating.

Then, I looked down and started fiddling with the ballpen in my notebook. "Welcome to Psychology 119, I'm professor Aiden Solarez Master teacher of psychology class. I expect all of you to take notes while I discuss about human behavior. I don't want a slow and playful student here, don't expect me to show any mercy to anyone of you especially when I recite.. if you think you can't do it and it's difficult, you can leave now" his deep voice sent shivers to my spine I bit my lip as I watched the other students leave the lecture hall, I was still thinking twice whether I should leave or not

Isabel asked me about the man that took me away from the club but I never got into details. It’s a good thing that she never got to see his face. I cannot begin to imagine her reaction when she finds out that he was my step brother and also our professor. If we would start, I would want everyone to drop their phone and bring out their literature text so we can go through our lecture for the day. Isabel finds her hands in her bag and drops the novel in front of me. From where he stood on the podium I could see the way he searched the classroom. I knew he was looking for me.

Not the same voice that moaned into my skin or the breath that shook when he was between my thighs. I freeze at the door but don’t turn. “I need to drop this class.” His answer is measured, cool-professor-like. “Office hours are posted on the syllabus. We can discuss schedule conflicts then.” It’s not a suggestion and we both know it. The next two hours are torture. I sit through Thermodynamics seeing nothing but a blurry whiteboard. All I can picture is his mouth at my neck, his hands gripping my hips, his body-God. I press my knees together under the desk, a warm feeling spreads in my stomach.