Novel & Cerita Professor Onyx Mtg

His eyes, those damn eyes remained locked on me, drinking me in like he couldn’t stop, like he wouldn’t stop even if the world fell apart. It was intimate. It was strong. It was forbidden. Every law, every oath, screamed at me: Stop looking at him. Stop feeling this. He’s your professor. This is forbidden. But instinct roared louder. My lips parted, trembling, as I clutched my arms around myself. My breath hitched, my entire body trembling with the unbearable pull toward him. I couldn’t look away, even as shame scorched me from the inside. “Dante,” Professor Cross snapped, clearing his throat, the sharp sound easing the tension.

Mara opened her mouth to reply, but the door opened and everyone quieted down. The professor walked in, but his back was facing, so I didn't see his face at first. He had lean broad shoulders that filled out the white button-down sleeves rolled to his elbows. He had dark hair and a strong posture. A few girls whispered and giggled. Mara leaned over. “Damn, the new prof is fine.” I laughed under my breath. “You’re ridiculous.” Then he turned to face the class and my laugh died in my throat. Grey-blue eyes. The same angelic jaw. The same mouth that had been on me last night.

"It's a gala, Professor. Half the Board wants to kick me out, and the other half wants to pretend my family never existed. Why am I here?" "You're here because an architect needs to show off his most prized acquisition," he said, not looking at me. He was staring at the passing lights, his profile sharp enough to cut stone. "And because Dominic Calloway needs to see exactly how much you don't belong to him anymore." "He's going to make a scene. You know how he is. He’s like a dog with a bone."

The halls are a bit quiet, with only two to three students pacing the corridors. "Four." Azalea peaked inside, noticing the semi-empty classroom. She's sure she counted about ten students. Her eyes then landed on her professor. He's dressed like any other male professor. Khaki pants, white button up, circular glasses, all the usual. Only thing that's different about him and the others is that he's got just a few strands of grey and he looks like the gym's best friend. He set the marker down and turned to the class. "So when you here about Alberto Dephonso you think-