Do I Have A Thing With My Professor?
Lilac Stone once wanted nothing more than being unnoticed. But everything changed the moment she met Adrian Cole, the new lecturer.
He's distant and completely off-limits. She's quiet, guarded, and unprepared for the way he sees right through her.
What begins as harmless conversations after class quickly turns into something far more dangerous-something neither of them can stop no matter how hard they try.
But then they're living in a world where rules are meant to be followed, and their connection is one line they were never supposed to cross.
Whispers turn to accusations. Secrets are exposed. Their futures are at risk.
They are merely two opposites-a lecturer and a student, a male and a female-but they are bound to destroy each other as long as they are huddled in one space at the same time.
What then can they choose: forfeit their futures and embrace their happiness, or let the latter slip while keeping their careers intact?
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Chapter 2
The students started to disperse the moment the lecture ended. But I sat tight. And I'm still sitting tight, resting my elbows on the desk as I watch Cole pack his stuff.
Once done, he sits down behind the desk. I assume he's waiting for the hall to clear out before leaving. So, I'll wait with him.
The students cover Cole from time to time as they line out, but I manage to spy him from between them.
When they have completely exited the hall, I realize I'm staring directly at the man, and he's not shying away from my stare either.
The old me would have looked down shyly. I would have chuckled out of embarrassment, and my face would be flushed red already. But none of these are the case now.
Instead, there's a strange adrenaline spreading through me, trying to convince me to spring to my feet and dart to this man.
Should I call it love adrenaline?
Wait... love? Isn't that stretching too far?
Where the hell did I get this courage, by the way?
"Ms. Stone," the lecturer suddenly speaks up, his voice bouncing around the walls of the hall. I nearly shudder. "Do you want a job, to be the keeper of this hall?" he asks.
I let out an awkward chuckle. "I... am having a bit of an issue processing the class, sir." Getting up, I go down the hall to where Cole is sitting, standing in front of his desk while crossing my hands in front of my thighs. "I don't understand what you taught today, sir."
Cole diverts his gaze from me as he glances at his watch. "What part, Ms. Stone?"
"The entire class."
Cole raises a brow at me and holds it up for a long time while giving me a 'I can't believe you' expression. Then he huffs a smile before leaning forward to the table, placing his elbows on it.
"Get my laptop from that bag, will you?" he asks as he points to a black duffel bag on the floor.
I do as he says without hesitation and watch as he navigates the device.
"Ms. Stone, you have just insinuated that I wasted an hour of my time teaching," he mumbles. His voice has dropped lower and is throaty, and it does something crazy in my stomach.
I don't know the exact moment when I start to hold my breath or when I let my lips hang open.
"Come here." Cole gestures with his fingers for me to come close. I do so immediately, bending down a little to look into his laptop.
He starts repeating his lecture from earlier while expecting my eyes to be stuck on the laptop screen. But, from time to time, I side-glance his face.
The proportion of it is just right. The sharpened edges of his jaws and chin do something unlawful to me.
All I can think of right now is how I want to lick the scarce beads of sweat sliding down the side of his face. And... most of all, how I want to kiss those lips.
I've never been with a man before. I haven't grown the courage to do so. However, somehow, this new lecturer let something lose in me-a wild side, a part of me that craved attention, a part of me that needed to backslide but didn't have the motivation to.
It's like a dam crumbled and let the ocean run.
While my morals and upbringing are the dam, my raw, unknown side is the ocean.
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Many more classes after that first class ended with the same excuse.
'Sir, I didn't get you.'
'What did you say this was again?'
'You got the years wrong. This is when it actually happened.'
Those were the well-thought words I used to strike more extra one-on-one lectures. Often times the lectures would drag till night. And I so much loved it.
After eight days of finally starting to enjoy literature classes, I now find myself walking down to Dr. Cole once again on the ninth day for another one-on-one lecture born out of pretense.
However, he must be exhausted already, as he sighs on seeing me. "Please do not tell me you missed something again, Ms. Stone." He's almost groaning.
I shake my head, flashing a wide smile. "Don't worry. I'm not making you re-lecture me today. In fact, I was thinking I could ask you about something I found out in the content of the future lecture instead."
I lay my book on Cole's desk and start riffling through it. Although I'm looking down at it, I can tell that the lecturer is looking at me.
"I see you read ahead," he says.
I look up to meet his gaze that lingers on me longer than necessary.
My cheeks grow warm. "I like to be prepared now."
Or maybe I just like being seen.
"I heard from some of your peers that you rarely spoke to anyone or participated in class activities like you do now. Is there a reason for the sudden change?"
I shrug, turning to the book again. "Maybe you're just that good of a teacher."
Cole laughs. It's the first time I'm hearing him laugh. In truth, I don't even know what's funny about what I said, but I'm happy I made him step past his smirks.
Now I wish I could make him laugh often. That will certainly fill my stomach in a good way.
More days passed with more extra hours with Cole.
Soon, we start diving into conversations that aren't even about the subject, or the course, or even school anymore.
"Do you like... love animals? Cos I do. I love rabbits. Like... a lot," I confess while being seated on a stool adjacent Cole, the desk standing as the only barrier between us.
Cole leans back in his swivel seat and turns it slowly from left to right. He doesn't even realize he's manspreading. "I do not like dogs," he admits.
"How about cats?"
His exposed crotch keeps drawing my eyes under the desk no matter how I try to stop myself.
"I grew up in a place pretty much surrounded by cats, so I guess..." Cole shrugs. "Yeah?"
"Well... meow." I smile as I let out an awkward chuckle. What the hell am I even doing?
But that question doesn't matter now, does it? It has already been spilled, and Cole now has an idea of what's really happening, as he suddenly stops swiveling his seat and stares deep into my eyes.
His blue irises pierce past my brown ones. I feel like they could reach my soul at this point.
Time stills. Everything falls into slow motion-Cole blinking, him breathing, or is it his stare diverting to my lips in a split second before returning to my eyes?
The tension is almost unbearable. Strong sexual tension. One that isn't even meant to exist. Except, it does now.
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9.7
For three years, I hid my identity as the sole heiress of a multi-billion dollar tech empire to live in a cramped apartment and support my boyfriend, Ben.
But the day before our engagement, I stood outside a meeting room and overheard him talking to his wealthy boss, Haylie.
"She's just a stepping stone," Ben laughed, his voice full of contempt. "A poor, ambitionless distraction while I work my way up to where I really belong."
He mocked the cheap silver ring he gave me, calling it a necessary prop to keep a naive fool happy.
He bragged about the multi-million dollar merger proposal he was presenting, planning to use it to secure his promotion and build a future with her.
He had no idea that I had secretly negotiated that entire deal using my real connections just to give him his big break.
I had sacrificed my family's comfort, my true identity, and my own career just to watch him rise.
I poured my heart and soul into our humble beginnings, only to realize he saw my love as a pathetic joke and me as disposable trash.
I calmly picked up a pen and voided the merger agreement, tearing my hard work into tiny pieces.
I went home, slid the cheap ring off my finger, and dropped it into his mug of cold coffee.
"Soon, you'll find out exactly who is nothing."
Walking out the door, I pulled out my phone and texted my billionaire father.
"I'm in. Announce the merger."
7.1
The last thing I remembered was the blinding flash of my starship crashing. But instead of a rescue crew, I woke up tied to a wooden post, surrounded by hostile beastmen.
My universal translator kicked in just in time to hear their priestess, Chelsea, declare that I was a cursed demon who ruined their hunt. To save the clan from winter starvation, I was to be burned alive.
The flames were already blistering my legs, and jagged stones hurled by the crowd gashed my forehead. I barely negotiated a three-day reprieve to find them food, venturing into the deadly primeval forest.
I found a massive supply of wild potatoes and even gained the protection of Bronson, a terrifyingly powerful saber-toothed tiger beastman.
But Chelsea wouldn't stop.
She labeled my food as poisonous, tried to sentence me to starve in a penitent's cave, and when my agricultural knowledge proved her wrong, she invoked an ancient law. She incited the tribe's savage warriors to fight over me, turning me into breeding property.
I was a scientist offering them endless food, yet their primitive ignorance and one woman's vicious jealousy kept pushing me toward a brutal end. I was terrified, completely powerless against their monstrous physical strength.
As five ruthless challengers drew their bone axes to claim me, I begged Bronson to leave me and run.
Instead, he pulled me against his scarred chest and kissed me fiercely in front of the entire clan.
"She is my mate," he roared, unleashing a soul-crushing aura. "Anyone who wants her, come at me together."
9.2
Clara was drowning in student debt and barely making rent when she downloaded a fantasy mobile game to escape reality.
Inside the game, an exiled prince named Alex was freezing to death. Pitying him, she spent her last few dollars on microtransactions to fix his shelter and cure his poison.
But the game was far too real.
Every time she paid, the prince reacted. When she complained aloud about going broke, the in-game army suddenly halted, as if the prince had heard her voice.
Then, the terrifying real-world consequences hit.
Clara woke up to find her water glass and a box of Kleenex had vanished from her locked bedroom overnight.
She frantically searched the tiny apartment, her heart pounding in her chest.
She thought she was losing her mind. Had she thrown them out in her sleep? Was there a stalker hiding in her home?
How could physical objects just disappear into thin air behind a deadbolted door?
Until she looked at her nightstand.
Sitting exactly where her missing items used to be was a glowing, weightless crystal cup that defied all logic.
And on her laptop screen, the exiled prince was carefully holding her Kleenex box, offering a mountain of real gold on an altar.
She hadn't just downloaded a mobile game; she had opened a cross-dimensional trade route with a desperate future king.
9.2
He married her to control her.
To break her.
To own her.
Seraphina let him believe it.
She plays the quiet wife-
soft voice, lowered eyes, perfect obedience.
But behind every smile...
is a plan he was never meant to survive.
Because this marriage was never about love.
Not even power.
It was revenge.
And when Lucien finally uncovers the truth-
when he realizes who she really is...
he won't be fighting to keep her.
He'll be begging to escape her.
8.3
Imogen Montgomery was the perfect billionaire heiress, deeply in love and ready to marry her fiancé, Clark Ellis.
That all ended the night her cousin Kathleen ripped the sapphire pendant from her neck and pushed her into a pool of toxic chemicals to die.
Two years later, Imogen's eyes snapped open. But she didn't wake up in a hospital. She woke up tied to a stained mattress, trapped in the battered body of Briana, a teenage girl from the slums who had just been sold to a local trafficker.
After violently fighting her way out of a cheap motel, she discovered the horrifying truth. Kathleen had taken over the Montgomery Group. She had locked Imogen's grieving parents away in a psychiatric facility as prisoners.
And worst of all, Kathleen was now flaunting her stolen wealth online, preparing to marry Clark.
A wave of pure, white-hot rage boiled in her blood. Kathleen had murdered her, stolen her family, and was playing the perfect grieving cousin. How was she supposed to fight back? She was just a runaway nobody now. If she tried to expose the truth, Kathleen's security would shoot her dead in the street.
She needed a weapon. She needed a shield. She needed the one man Kathleen feared.
Covered in mud and blood, Briana intercepted Clark's car in the freezing rain. She was going to infiltrate his home as his vulgar, unhinged fake mistress, and she would drag Kathleen straight down to hell.
9.1
The best way to get back at a cheating bastard? Make him sick to his stomach for the rest of his life!
Days before her wedding, Corinne caught her fiancé cheating with his coworker in what she thought was their future home.
Furious, she tore everything apart, ended the engagement, and decided on a bold revenge plan.
To make him regret it for life, she set her sights on marrying his powerful uncle. Confident in her scheme, she tried to win over the cold, untouchable man, only to realize too late that she had mistaken his identity.
The man she married was far more dangerous than she imagined!
Corinne decided to make a quick escape. "Let's get a divorce. We're clearly not right for each other... "
He cornered her with a knowing smile, "Not right for each other? Funny, that's not what you said last night in bed. Want me to remind you how wrong you are?"