Professor Black Novels & Stories

He turned and caught me staring. His dark eyes darkened further. He stood slowly, towering over the desk, and took the books from my hands. His fingers lingered against mine again, deliberate this time. “That skirt,” he murmured, voice low and rough, sending heat pooling between my thighs, “violates at least three sections of the student dress code, Miss Blake.” My breath hitched. He was so close I could see the faint scar peeking above his collar, the sharp line of his jaw, the intensity burning in his gaze. For a moment, the cold, indifferent professor mask slipped, revealing something hungry underneath.

She began, but I didn't even wait for her to finish. My head automatically turned to the direction she was looking at. Professor Thiago was coming from the other side of the hallway, heading towards us. He hadn't seen us yet. One hand was tucked casually into his pocket while the other held his phone as his thumb moved across the screen. Today, he was wearing black. A pair of tailored black trousers that made him look so tall and a well-pressed black shirt with the sleeves rolled neatly to his forearms. My thoughts instantly betrayed me.

We made our way to two empty seats at the back. “Hey,” Liam whispered moving over for us to sit next to him. “Get lost asshole,” Macy retorted before I could say a word in response. She held my hand and made me sit. “What is going on? Why do you look so pale?” she whispered. My gaze never left his. I gulped. “Why is he here? Where is the arts professor?” “Oh, that? Didn’t you get the mail? Professor Brown retired to his hometown. Professor Sebastian got transferred as his replacement. He’s hot isn’t he? That’s the reason why you were so distracted…”

The room felt hotter already. “You two are failing my class,” Professor Blackthorn said, standing up. He was tall and built, with strong arms and a commanding presence. “But I believe in extra credit. The kind you earn on your knees.” Nova’s breath caught. She had fantasized about this man since the first day. So had Jade. They had talked about it late at night in their dorm, touching themselves while whispering his name. He didn’t wait for them to answer. He walked over, grabbed Nova by the waist and pulled her in for a rough kiss. His tongue pushed into her mouth instantly, claiming her. His other hand reached for Jade, squeezing her breast hard through her

2 XAVIER I thank whatever fucking god that all of these idiots are finally done with this class. I have taught English literature for three years now. Each year has been a different experience for me. The first year was by far the best. I was a new professor. Twenty three years old. I was so excited for my first real year teaching. I was excited to prove to the world that I didn't get the job just because my father is the dean. At the start of my first year of teaching, I was the shiny new toy. All of my students loved me, and seemed to love my teachings.

The hall erupted into clapping, she smiled at the audience and readjusted the microphone. Tasha's heart swelled with pride. She smiled at the audience one more time and went back to her seat. “That was a very brilliant presentation,” Professor Morgan, who was sitting beside her, beamed at her. “I am so proud of you, Dr. Harrison.” Professor Morgan, now a Professor Emeritus, was one of her lecturers back in Chicago state university during her undergrad days. “Thank you, Prof.” she said to the old man. She was happy when she found out he would be at the conference and that made her put in all her best when she researching for and writing the paper.

“Perhaps you should go fuck yourself, then.” The shock on his face is amazing, as it seems my standing up to him in the corridor got her confidence up. I give her a soft nudge and a knowing smile, and she shrugs. “What’s the worst that can happen, hey?” A bang on our desk makes both of us jump as the Professor glares down at us. “Do you two already know all you need to know about the liver?” My stomach churns at the tone of his voice. And I shake my head. “Sorry, sir. I’m afraid not.”

he muttered to me, almost inaudibly. He proceeded towards the desk on which the projector was placed and after the video about black bodies started playing on the screen, he walked out of class without a word. ••••

The room settled into a tense calmness as we prepared to discuss the reason for the Professor's presence. Turning to the Professor, I explained our predicament, recounting the treachery of Blake, Mia, and Miranda. I detailed our plan to exact revenge and bring justice to those who had wronged us. The Professor listened attentively, nodding occasionally as the gravity of the situation sank in. He understood the urgency and the importance of our request. After a thoughtful pause, the Professor's eyes gleamed with a mischievous twinkle. "I have just the solution for you," he declared, his voice filled with a newfound enthusiasm. "But it will require precise execution and unwavering determinatio

Every word, every image, a carefully designed lie. My chest tightened until it hurt to breathe. Students were whispering louder now. Some pointed. Some shook their heads. Someone snickered. The professor for that class walked in, a briefcase in one hand and coffee in the other. But instead of starting class, he froze mid-step when he caught sight of me. His face fell into a frown — that measured, careful kind professors wear when they don’t know how to handle scandal. “Miss Black,” he said slowly, “perhaps it would be best if you… stepped outside until this matter is resolved.”