Professor Romance นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The same mouth that had been on me last night. Professor Elias Thorne. The man I fucked senseless in a hotel room. The man I was supposed to marry. He scanned the room and his eyes landed on me. I could see the same recognition I had on my face, flash through his. But it was gone in a second as he cleared his throat and stepped onto the podium. “Good morning,” he said calmly. “I’m Professor Thorne. Welcome to Advanced Literary Theory.” For a moment I just remained transfixed. Mara nudged me. “You okay? You look like you saw a ghost.”

My Professor's Obsession PURE ENGLISH VERSION Written by: AdicQueen09 Genre: Romance/ Adult Fiction 18+ This book is a work of fiction , Names and Characters , Some places and incidents are products of the author's imagination and are used factitiously , Any resemblance to actual events , places or persons , living or dead is entirely coincidence. WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURED CONTENTS. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. ************************* This story is about Student and Teacher relationship.

“Hmm. He told me to pick a place so what do you think is the best place to go for a vacation now?” I thought over it for some second before a place clicked in my head. I leaned forward to tell her about it but something caught my attention behind her, in the distance. The back of the man looked familair and when he turned around, my heart almost raced out of my chest. Professor Marison was walking toward a table and behind him was a woman who looked to be around his age. She was beautiful, with long blonde hair and a nice smile. I could not help but eye the way her white short dress fit her slim and curvy build.

All of my students loved me, and seemed to love my teachings. When the first year ended and the second year began, I was not prepared for the influx of young girls, students, throwing themselves at me. I was disgusted. It's an unspoken tradition at this school that every professor would end up sleeping with a student by the end of their second year teaching. That didn't happen with me. The students we have here, or at least the ones I end up teaching, are all spoiled rich kids. The girls are bratty, and not in the way I like.

She said dramatically as she held her heart. How romantic! "Well, I'm busy, that's why you can't see me. Please you are wasting my time, I have other patients who need my attention to treat their bruises, Hemilia let's go!" He said, storming out of the room, I hissed in annoyance and watched the woman who was starting to cry. Pity crawled inside me as I observed the woman. "Miss, this man doesn't have any romantic experiences, please don't blame him." I smiled sweetly, trying to comfort her. She nodded and left the room as well, following the professor to his way and check his patients, real patients.

We both had enough going on without adding relationship problems to the mix. I was straight, well I think I am, but lately, have being sexually and emotionally drawn to a man. Professor Kai I closed my eyes, letting my mind wander back to Professor Kai. Today had been a small victory—he’d spoken to me today, and I wished he'll remember my name next time. It wasn’t much, but it was progress. Just a little more effort, and maybe I could get closer to him, figure out what made him tick. And, and.... ~NEXT MORNING~

I end the call before he can give me any boy advice. Ria finally walks to where I'm sitting. She collapses on the chair, her books following suit. "Professor Marcus is the reason people know frustration. How can someone that hot be so wicked? “ I let Ria keep her head on my lap as I stroke her hair. It's never been soft since I knew her. "So what happened with him?“ "So, don't tell anyone but he's dating Johnny. Johnny is one of his students. I know relationships with students aren't allowed but they're so cute. You wouldn't get it.“

This time the spark was undeniable. His jaw tightened and his eyes darkened with something hungry. “Any final thoughts before we wrap up Elena?” I licked my lips slowly. “Just that some forbidden romances aren’t in books, Professor. They start with a look across the room. A conversation that gets too honest. And they end with bodies crashing together because neither person can pretend anymore.” Class ended with the shuffle of papers and bags but I stayed seated pulse thundering between my legs. Marcus gathered his notes but his gaze lingered on me again that same intense stare. The air felt thick with everything we hadn’t said out loud. My mind raced with filthy possibilities.

“Why is that a bad thing? If he’s studying here, then you guys can pick up from where you left off, right?” I sniffed and shook my head at her. “No, Jenny. He’s not a student here. He’s not studying.” “Then what is he doing here?” She asked slowly. “He’s a professor. He’s my History Professor,” I explained, more tears streaming down my face. “His name is Ian Grant.” “Shh I don’t care about his name. What did you just call him? Your history professor? Fuck…that’s… that’s fucked up!” She rubbed her forehead.

Instead, he just agreed quietly. And somehow, that hurt more than I expected. What was I thinking? That he would beg? That he would hold on to me like in those stupid romance movies? I gave a bitter laugh and shook my head. “So stupid,” I whispered under my breath. But still, tears burned behind my eyes. I blinked quickly, taking another sip of the hot coffee to push them back. I had never really dated anyone before. I’d never truly understood what love felt like … but whatever the professor made me feel wasn’t love. It was something else. Something darker.