Sinful Touch : A Dark Professor Romance

32. Chad

Last year, I had the time of my life on the breaks from school; I got laid, got drunk, hung out with my friends, and trained a lot.

This year I couldn’t fucking do any of it, not as I did before because she fucking invaded my head, everything I did, I saw her face and heard her voice.

The more I try and forget her, the more she takes me over.

I understand why Jaxon is fucking obsessed with her, she doesn’t even try, and she has fucking drowned me in herself. It is annoying, so fucking annoying.

I fucked some women, but they weren’t her.

I got drunk, but the booze couldn’t erase her voice or her eyes looking at my soul.

I spent time with friends, but I could not laugh or let go because her smell and fear were all I could think about.

Yes, I trained every fucking day for hours, but no amount of training could help me escape her.

I am living in a fucking nightmare.

I come from a family that has addictive personalities. I have always been able to use it to help me get ahead in life, but now my addictive personality has betrayed me and has caused me to crave and desire someone I shouldn”t.

This is her last fucking chance, I have been more than kind to her, yes I have touched her but she deserved it. She is the reason any of this is happening.

I am giving her one last chance to submit and say yes to me.

It will be easy and simple. I will leave the letter, and she will read it. The letter will tell her when and where to meet me. If she comes to where I am telling her to, then I will not harm her anymore.

She will get on her knees, suck my cock, and it will be the end of it.

If she doesn’t come to the place the letter states, then I will know her answer, and she will regret ever telling me no to begin with.

I lean over and place the note inside her notebook. She is always looking at that damn thing, taking notes and writing. She will find it. I know she will.

I lean back as the bell rings. I look down at the front. She is standing next to Jaxon, his hand resting on her lower back, as they both talk to one of the students. They aren’t even trying to hide that they are together.

It doesn’t seem like anyone is paying attention, but I see them, I see what they are doing, and they are showing their affection for each other for everyone to witness.

If they are trying to piss me the fuck off, it is working.

I slowly stand up and hang my bag over my shoulder, I make my way up the steps and out of the classroom.

I told her to meet me at the library in 30 minutes.

This will all come down to her making a choice, this entire time she has been making the wrong fucking choice, but I am giving her one last chance to make the right fucking choice.

This is all in her hands.

I lean against the wall next to the main entrance of the library if she is going to show up she will come through the main doors, she is a creature of fucking habit.

I look down at my watch, and it is 8:57 p.m. She should arrive within the next three minutes; the keyword should is important.

I have a sinking feeling that she found the note and showed Jax, or she just threw it away, thinking that it would just go away if she acted as if it was not real.

Things are not that simple, I will never go away.

I know where this is going to lead if she doesn’t show, I don”t want it to be like this, but she is giving me no fucking choice.

I hate not having power and control, and she has tested me beyond my fucking limits.

I take a deep breath as I watch several people walk into the library but none of them are her.

I look down at my watch, 9:00 pm.

Stupid little fucking slut.

She is going to force me to teach her a fucking lesson that she will never be able to forget.

I guess this is how it was always going to go down, her and me. Me and Jaxon.

I warned her, and warned her, and she didn’t take me seriously. It is time to show her once and for all what happens when she makes the wrong fucking choice.