There's No Need To Call Me Sir Professor Novels & Stories

"Sure!" "Then call me Drake, even in front of my business partners. It's okay to address me without a sir." My eyes widened. "I thought it was only in this office?" He shrugs. "I think I just labeled you so you don't need to call me by those titles." He waved his hand in the atmosphere as if being called sir, master, or boss was a cringe for him but he couldn't avoid it since that was exactly what people are used to.

I protested, and he cut me off immediately. "I know, but I'm not available at the moment. Please try again later; as for now, you have a professor." He's got to be kidding me. "Thanks, but I don't want one... just cut the call... please..." I begged before he finally placed his phone away.

“Relax? Bro, you’re telling me to relax? My life and certificate depends on this!” “Ow, you’re loud,” he said while poking his fingers in his ears. I kissed my teeth and eyed him. He needed to start speaking before I forced it out of him. He smiled and placed his hand on my shoulder. “Start talking.” “Tch. Whatever. His name is Dr. Anthony Marison—” “I already know his name,” I said in a dry tone of voice. “Right. He is not always in school according to my sources. It says he has other jobs or so. Something way more important than being a professor. Anyway, he is like a virtual teacher but I hear he is in his office right now.”

But the professor was treading on a very thin line and he knew he had to be careful. "Is this what you want?" His voice was barely a whisper to Isa, who lay over him, her face reddening. Isa, on the other hand, didn't hesitate for a second. "Yes." With the same hand he used to shut her up, Theodore aggressively fisted a handful of Isa's hair. Isa pursed her lips to conceal a cry, which escaped as a pitched whine. She knew her mistake. "You will address me as 'sir'. If you don't, I will make this much more unpleasant than it needs to be."

I smiled. He paused and looked at me seriously. Creepy... "Is there a problem?" I interrogated. "Nothing, just don't call me that," he said and sipped his coffee. "Don't call you what?" I asked. "Don't call me, mister. I'm honestly at your age, so, please..." he sighed and grinned, "Please, just call me Kenneth or Ken, it's up to you, just don't call me Mister or whatever like that," he added.

Leah and I chorused. "I know right!" She exclaimed. "I guess he does have the right to yell at us," "Pfft! Just because he's a professor, doesn't mean he can boss me around and yell at me!" I reasoned. "True that," Leah said, nodding. "So wait, why do we still call him Mr. Decarlo?" "Meh! Who cares, man!?" I shrugged. "He's still the same old cranky teacher," "Mm hmm," Leah said, agreeing.

"You can call me Alexandra or Alexis, in the transcription of presence had my name…" I talked more and more quietly, the last sound seemingly inaudible. "Back to your seat." The professor ordered coldly. I spun back, walking slowly with a warm face. Isn't he just a teacher, why talk so curtly? The cold-looking person didn't even look at me. But things intrigued me more than that, wasn't he too good-looking for the professors?

I laughed in my mind at that thought. “I’m thirsty, Professor. Get me a glass of water please.” I plead him. He quickly looked for water but there is none in the room. “I’ll just buy outside. Wait for me.” he said and kissed my forehead before going out. “Seriously? Do you call him Professor even if it’s just the two of you?” Flora asked, bewildered. She might find it weird but I don’t see something wrong with it. “He’s my Professor, Flora. What’s wrong with it?” I asked her confused. I’m comfortable calling him that way.

"Are you sure? Because the way you described the tension... it felt personal." Juliet's breath came faster. She could smell his cologne again, the same one from yesterday. "Professor, I don't think–" "Call me Adrian when the door is closed, when we're in the office and when we're alone" he said. The words came out soft but firm. "Just for this conversation." She swallowed hard. "Adrian... I'm not sure what you want me to say." He straightened up but stayed close. "I want you to tell me the truth. When you wrote that line about the professor and the student crossing the line, did part of you wonder what it would feel like?"

Catherine kept her thoughts to herself and greeeted the professor in front of her. "Good morning, Professor Greg" "You're late─" "I'm two minutes early, Sir!" Catherine cut in immediately before she could help herself. "Did you just cut me off, Miss Fisher?" “I don’t know what to say, Professor Greg. I apologize.” She answered immediately. Her big mouth would not put her in trouble one of this days. “Miss Fisher, here's how it's going to work, I’m not your professor right now. From now on you’re only to address me as Sir. Do you understand me?"