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The student's eyes lowered to the name of the professor for the course. Theodore Ashford, PhD Department of Psychology Professor & Dean for College of Social Sciences Isa let her hands glide over her keyboard for a quick G****e search. Something had to be off for a class like this to not be full yet. What she found was a world-renowned psychologist with dozens of publications, two uploaded TedTalks, a New York Times interview, and... To say the professor was just hot would be much less an understatement than a blatant insult. Through just the aggregates of pixels on her screen, Isa could sense the poise and presence the man carried with him. And, God, was the man attractive.

He’s close now, he looks at me as if he’s studying me. “Higher, stretch.” His hand moving near my ribcage but not touching. “I need to see how the muscles look.” I stretch higher. His eyes track the movement of my body like he’s memorizing equations. “Turn slowly.” He takes a deep breath. “Something wrong, Professor?” “Your posture.” His voice sounds strained. “Your back curves here.” His finger runs down my back, the first time he’s touched me since I stripped. “Do you feel that?”

"Professor—" "Third problem." His fingers left me abruptly, and I whined at the loss. The sound of his belt unbuckling made my stomach flip. "You’re impatient." The zipper followed, the rustle of fabric. Then, thud. Something heavy landed on the desk beside my head. A book. "The Eros Discipline." His voice was a smirk. "Ever read it?" I shook my head, my cheeks flaming. "Pity." His hand fisted in my hair, tilting my head back so I could see the cover—a woman bound in ropes, her body arched in submission. "It’s about a professor who re-educates his student. Sound familiar?"

I was shocked beyond words, my body froze and my heart nearly stopped. “What a fuck!” I muttered before realizing. It was painfully obvious as I sat on the third row, just by the front. “So I'm Professor Calvin Caaden. I'm thirty and I have majored in Psychology for the past five years. An alumni of this prestigious college.” All these he said while staring at me, his lustful eyes which I saw last night were changed and in place of those were a pair of terrifying eyes directed towards me. “What's going on?” I turned to ask Eva. Everyone around the front and middle session here in the theater were distracted as they noticed the tension going on. Even those at the back sensed something was goi

That's professor Zayn Johnson for you. [A/n: Feels like you're reading a new genre of this book, right? Please scroll up and see the chapter title. Tell me what you figured out what happened!]

And I can crush this final. Seb agrees to wait in the hallway outside the classroom I have to go to for the proctored exam. I head into the lecture hall. Professor Calhoun hands me a single sheet of paper with a small smile. “We’ve missed you, Ms. Calimeris,” he says. “I’m happy you could make it today, despite everything–” “I’ve missed class, Professor.” I cut him off, giving him a forced, but soft, smile. I take the paper and head for one of the desks.

The class went, "ooohh '' I nodded. I sighed. I knew this was not going to be good. I scolded myself for the longest time. The class was over and I quickly went to his office before anything went wrong again. I was already a ridicule to my mates and I didn't want to draw more attention to myself. Immediately I got to the door, I had a weird feeling. It made me sick to my stomach but I couldn't place a finger on it. I breathed, opening the door and entering his office. He had a book in his hand, leaning by the window. "Take a seat." He closed the book on his desk, walking over to the dòor. My eyes followed him to the door until I couldn't see him any longer but I heard the door click. I knew

I was trembling from head to foot as I scrambled off the desk and turned to face the angry professor. Professor Calix Eleftherios was here! In person! I was dead! I was officially dead! Calix Eleftherios was even more handsome than I remembered in a navy blue turtle-neck sweater and a pair of stone-wash jeans. He was also angrier than I had ever seen him. His teeth was grinding quietly together as he stared at me in silence. I was shaking so badly I was afraid my knees wouldn’t support me for much longer. I had always prided myself on being fearless— and I was — but today every last courage had deserted me as I waited for the professor to say something.

“I met with Professor Anderson Pym to discuss my study plans. He was the only professor who responded to dozens of emails I sent to several different professors. How about you? Who is your mentor?” “Wait, you emailed them? Didn't they email you?” Scott chuckled dryly as he chewed his crunchy pie crust. “Never in history has a professor emailed a student to offer to be their mentor. They are super busy. They never even memorize the names and faces of each student.” "But I think the professors will email us after seeing the study plan we submitted on the campus website. I got an email from Professor Simmon Kendrick about two months ago.” “Who? Professor Kendrick? Are you kidding me?”

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