Seductive Professor (Tainted Professors)

1. Chapter 1

one

Agatha

I stood there in complete silence, just staring at the scene in front of me. My inner bitch kicked into gear, giving me hell for not seeing this shit sooner. I’d been so fucking blind, but now, I saw everything.

Rage simmered in my blood slowly melting away my frozen state as everything continued on as if I wasn’t there. As if I didn’t catch them in the act.

“Who the fuck are you?” A feminine voice snapped me out of my stupor, and I turned to find a woman coming out of the bathroom completely naked. “I thought it was just the three of us.” She folded her arms over her tits and turned to my now ex-boyfriend, Jack, who stood frozen. His dick buried in a blonde woman bent over the bed.

The bed I shared with him many nights before sleeping and cuddling, him making me think that it was okay for us to wait to have sex. How he was so patient and willing to wait for me. That was an obvious lie!

“Aggs.” He pulled his dick out, and my inner bitch smirked. No fucking condom on his shaft. Part of me hoped he’d get some sores on his dick.

“Don’t. Even. Try. It.” I shook my head slightly. I scanned the room for the stuff I kept at his place. It was all in a little storage box so it didn’t get lost in his mess, which was helpful in this moment.

Maybe I knew deep down he wasn’t worth my time because right now I’m able to grab my shit and walk away. Only issue I face now? I start school tomorrow, and we have some of the same classes.

The petty side of me wanted revenge on my slimy piece of shit ex boyfriend. I needed to get him back somehow, but since I didn’t have to really search for my things, I was running out of an excuse to stand there and plan. Then an idea filtered in, making me smile for half a second.

“Don’t sit near me. If I hear your voice, it better be to answer a teacher’s question.” I spoke through my teeth and secured my stuff and stormed out to the door. “Oh, and ladies, I’d suggest getting tested after this. I heard he had something, so I never slept with him.” I slammed the door a second before the uproar started and smirked. My work was done.

What I’d told them wasn’t exactly true, but I’m so thankful his dick never entered my body.

Not to say he didn’t try his fucking hardest to get me to suck him off or let him fuck me.

I’d been focused on summer school when we’d met, and I refused to let him fuck up my GPA. I was a fucking scholarship student, and I wasn’t going to waste my only chance to have a better life than the ones my parents had.

I ran into my ex’s best friend, Otis, and he blocked my path. “Where are you off to?”

“Home to resist the urge to go back to your buddy’s room and torch it.”

“Shit. You found out, didn’t you?” Pity filled his blue eyes, making my anger surge.

“You knew?” My voice rose so much that some of the dorm room doors opened to see what was going on.

“Well, I suspected because of you not puttin’ out.” He shrugged. “Good luck.” He stepped to the side, and I didn’t hesitate to go down the stairs two at a time. My mind still reeling over what I’d just witnessed moments ago and how Otis knew the entire fucking time.

Luckily, I lived in a small apartment just off campus that was mostly occupied by students on six-month leases, which meant lots of college students moving in and out every few months.

I didn’t hesitate when the owner offered me a three-year lease and accepted all three years upfront, taking most of the grant money I had saved. This way, I didn’t need to work long hours while studying.

The sun was warm and low in the sky, sending out some extra heat before the cooler September weather set in. I knew that soon I would need to bundle up warmly as I couldn't retain any heat. My mom always said I would become a “snowbird,” flying south for the winter.

But I’d rather just stay in the beautiful south and have one lovely home. But to do that, I needed to graduate. At the school I went to, there were three terms, fall, winter, and spring, making it almost a year round thing.

My phone rang, and I glanced at the screen to find my best friend’s silly face. “What’s up, Ru?”

Her full name was Ruperta, and that’s what bonded us together, our old-fashioned names. She was going to school to be an ultrasound tech, pursuing something practical, but that didn’t need as much medical school training.

“I think we should double tonight. You know, party up the last day before the grind of the school year.” Her cheer-filled voice echoed in my car as I put her on speaker. With my stuff in the front seat, I quickly turned the engine on and sighed, feeling a mixture of excitement and anticipation for the upcoming journey.

“Don’t count on me having a second.”

“What happened?”

“Found him having a threesome...without me.”

“That bastard.” A sling of curses echoed around me, which turned into all the ways we could get back at him.

“Honey, don’t bother. He’s not worth our time. If you have a date, then maybe I’ll come with and find a good hook up.”

“Hell no. We are going out and getting drunk. Wait, when is your first class?”

“Mondays start at ten. Did that on purpose because of you.”

She laughed so hard I could picture her holding her stomach. “Good. Glad you’ve learned. Wait, you’re not home. Did you just find out?”

“You at my place?” I turn onto the main road out of the campus and go with the flow of traffic to 20th Street and turn toward my apartment.

“I was trying to make sure you were going to come out with me.” She laughed again. “I’ll do your makeup, and tonight we are going to find you the best man to fuck your brains out.”

“What are the chances I’d have amazing sex with a stranger? You know that statistics—”

“Shut up. I see your car. Park and get up here.” She ended the call abruptly, and I rolled my eyes in frustration. She was, after all, the only person I trusted with my spare key to the apartment. My parents lived in Kent, south of Seattle but conveniently near the airport. Part of me couldn't help but admit that I sometimes missed the constant rattle of planes taking off and landing nearby.

I found a parking spot, slid my little car into the space, grabbed my stuff, and phone. As I climbed out and closed the door, my phone started ringing again. This time it was him .

“Nope. Not today, ass hat.” I stopped the ringing and sent him to voicemail. That didn’t stop him from calling while I climbed up the stairs. I was so damn close to throwing my phone to escape the fucking sound.

Ru suddenly ran out to meet me, snatched my phone, and answered the call before I could stop her.

“Stop calling her, you limp dick motherfucker. Do it again, and I’ll call the cops and say you’re stalking my best friend.” She ended the call before he had a chance to respond and then turned with a big grin. “Come on, bitch. Let’s get you ready.”