Professor Black Novels & Stories

He didn’t seem like the man who just couldn’t have enough of me yesterday. “Good morning class,” he began at last and cleared his throat, his eyes moving around each and every student till it landed on me again and stayed there for a few seconds. My core clenched as I remembered how well he handled me yesterday. Fuck. He looked even hotter with this serious aura around him. “I’m your professor, Damon Blackwell. Welcome to English-Lit. I hope you all can handle it,” he added in a voice so devoid of emotion that I could barely reconnect him with the man from last night.

“What are you reading, Miss Vale?” The deep voice startled me. I dropped the book. Professor Adrian Blackwood stood at the end of the aisle, tall and imposing in a dark sweater that hugged his broad shoulders. At forty-one, he had silver threading through his black hair and eyes that seemed to see straight through people. He had taught my literature seminar all semester, always watching me a little longer than the others. “Professor… I…” My words failed. I tried to hide the book, but he stepped closer and picked it up.

I didn't know how long I had spent in front of my laptop, but by the time I got up, it was already getting dark outside. Suddenly, my phone lit up with a message. It was that same unknown number again. “A little birdie told me Mr professor wasn't in class today” Who was this person, and what did they want? How much did they know?. I ignored the message. Maybe it could be someone in my class trying to mess with me, right? My phone lit up again. “Ignoring me, are we?” An attachment was sent. It was a picture of me walking to Professor Adrian's Office.

A massive mahogany desk dominated the center of the room, lit by a green banker’s lamp that cast warm shadows across his face. Professor Blackwood sat behind it, sleeves of his white dress shirt rolled up to his elbows, exposing strong forearms dusted with dark hair, and a pair of black-rimmed glasses sat low on his nose. At forty-five he looked like sin dressed in academia, broad shoulders, sharp jaw shadowed with stubble, and eyes the color of dark espresso that always seemed to see straight through whatever mask I wore. “Miss Lennox,” he said without looking up from the paper he was marking. “You’re late. I said eight-thirty.”

His shoulders are broad, his dark hair is perfectly messy and his eyes scanned the students once before he spoke. "Professor Harlan, thank you for the warm-up," he said with his deep and smooth voice. "I'm Professor Adrian Knight. I'll be taking over this Literature course for the rest of the semester." Whispers spread across the hall and Juliet stared. He looked too young to be a full professor, maybe early thirties, but his presence filled the room. He set his bag on the desk and turned to the class. "Forbidden love," he continued, picking up right where they left off. "The kind that destroys careers, families, even lives. Why do we keep writing about it? Why do we keep reading it?"

Jackson's expression grew even heavier. So, when will this romantic drama ever end? ... Cloud City University. Office of the Astronomy Department's Dean. "Nathaniel, I've reviewed your research proposal this time, and it's indeed impressive. It's quite rare for a student to have such profound insights into the topic of black holes from their perspective..." Professor Blackwell, the silver-haired Dean of the Astronomy Department, glanced at the paper in his hands, adjusted his glasses, and looked at the well-groomed student sitting in front of him with a calm tone.

𝐉𝐀𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 So that interview was an absolute train wreck. I was practically melting into Mr Black's embrace. I'm so pathetic. I groaned having flashbacks of the interview, most of my reactions making me cringe. Was I really that desperate for a job? Is that seriously the reason why I was practically drooling over the Damon Black? I didn't know how I particularly felt about getting cozy with my boss, something about him just threw me off balance.

I chipped away at the golden image everyone saw. But now..now she was slipping through my grasp again. She had the janitor looking at her like she was worth protecting. Like she was the only one worth saving. And worse…the professor. That man. Professor Black. I noticed it. The way his gaze darkened when she entered a room. The way his voice dropped when he spoke her name. That wasn’t a teacher’s look. It wasn’t discipline. It was something primal, something dangerous. Something I wanted for myself.

What I saw made my whole body freeze. It wasn’t a woman. Professor Kai was with another man, a tall, lean figure with dark hair—pinned against the desk. Professor Kai’s hands gripped the man’s hips, pulling him closer with each thrust. The other man’s face was turned away, but his gasps were unmistakable, his fingers gripping the edge of the desk so hard his knuckles turned white. My breath hitched. Professor Kai is Gay!?

“You had one last chance to redeem yourself. You just needed to bloody graduate, Imogen. That man is gone, he never really loved you. He just wanted to get into your pants, and you let him!” “Whoring yourself around, is that the only professor you slept with? Which other professor did you give yourself to?” my father asks, his voice low and menacing as he takes off his belt. “None... it's just him, I swear,” I choke out, my voice barely a whisper, my eyes wide with terror.