Professor Enzo And Lila Novels & Stories

"Alessia, no matter how things turn out with the Vitales, you will always be my proudest student." I walked out of the hospital and saw Enzo at the entrance. He was leaning against a black car, wearing a dark coat. He had lost some weight. Three years had not aged him much, but he looked exhausted. When he saw me, he went completely still. "Alessia." His voice was so low the wind almost swallowed it. He walked toward me. When he reached me, his lips moved several times, but no words came out. He stood there like a man who did not know what to say.

Enzo leaned casually against the counter, the picture of calm, while I was still trying to steady my breathing. My panties were soaked, my body still tingling from his fingers and the filthy way he'd taught me to touch myself. I forced a smile, hoping I didn't look as flushed as I felt. Lila raised an eyebrow at us. "Did something happen?" "Just showing her the new setup," Enzo said smoothly, grabbing a bowling ball like nothing had happened. "She wanted to try it out." Marcus snorted, already picking his own ball. "Let's see who can get the best score."

I was fighting for myself and for us. Then Bianca stepped onto the small stage near the band. She tapped the microphone with a sweet smile that didn’t reach her eyes. Sophia stood beside her, looking pleased. The room quieted. “Friends and investors,” Bianca said loudly. “We have something important to share about one of our own. Lila here has been seducing both Sebastian and Theo Vale. She’s tearing this family apart for her own gain.” My stomach dropped. Bianca held up her phone and showed a partial video clip. It was me in the lace, moaning softly. The audio played just enough to make people whisper. “See for yourselves,” Bianca continued. “She’s not who she pretends to be.”

The kind that makes your skin prickle because you both know exactly what’s building underneath it. I stole a glance at his profile. The moonlight carved his jaw into something almost brutal, the scar above his eyebrow a pale slash against darker skin. I wondered how he’d gotten it. Then I wondered why I cared. Stop wondering, Lila. I kicked at a small wave that licked my toes. “You always walk strangers off into the dark?” He glanced down at me, mouth curving just enough to be dangerous. “Only the ones who look like they might bite back.”

The campfire theme felt cool, the night freeze sifted through my hair and my thoughts, laughter hauled from all sides, so much so that I wondered if I could truly be happy like they were. “Miss Reeds” Laurentis called for me, I turned to look at him, his perfect blonde hair and sweater just perfectly on his body. “Yes mr Laurentis” I answered coldly, taking chips to my mouth. “You look really pretty tonight” he said I paused, my face in utter shock. His eyes had that playboy look it was almost too obvious. “Are you mistaken or worse blind?. I’m your professor, Laurentis, keep your eyes away” I said sharply, walking off when he held onto my arm.

The cursor blinked in the middle of a paragraph. Adrian told himself he would only glance at the first few lines. Then he read the opening scene. Then the next page. Then the one after that. The story followed a young woman named Lila who danced at night and sat in the front row of a literature class during the day. Her professor was named Damon. The campus was the same. The club was the same. The threats, the photographs, the way Damon looked at Lila like she was both his ruin and his only safe place—everything was the same. Adrian kept scrolling, heart beating harder with every familiar detail.

Thank God, she didn't brought any books so her bag is kind of lightweight. "Good morning miss, I'm sorry I'm late." Trying to catch her breath, Lila held her chest and interrupted the lecture. The professor checked her wrist watch, "You're ten minutes late but it's fine. Just don't be late next time, okay? Come in." Lila smiled and bowed but before she entered the room, her eyes looked at this specific spot and there she saw the guy who keeps on bugging her peaceful mind, Lucas, who was clearly looking at her as well. His bored, emotionless but perfect face is looking at Lila who, on the other hand, is smiling.

Had Lucas changed his mind? Had someone overheard us? Then a deep, familiar voice vibrated through the apartment door. “Ravenna.” My breath caught sharply in my throat. Professor Green.

The tension. The challenge. The question neither of us wanted answered. Then— The elevator doors dinged. The spell shattered instantly. Dominic stepped back. His expression closing off like a steel vault. Cold. Professional. Untouchable. Night-shift nurses entered the corridor. And the ruthless professor returned. “Ensure the next section is flawless, Miss Vale.” His voice was perfectly controlled. As if nothing had happened. As if the charged silence between us had never existed. Without another word, he turned and walked away.

Lucrezia was stunned. From the shadows around the corner, a thin figure emerged. Enzo stepped out in a thin shirt. He stood barefoot in the December cold of New Avalon. He had lost a lot of weight. His eyes were sunken deep in their sockets. Gone was the vibrant, powerful man he used to be. I stopped walking and looked at him calmly. Lucrezia panicked. She fumbled with her hair and forced a smile. “Don Vitelli, you’re here too? I… I was just passing by.”