Hot Night With My Professor

“He is not who I am.”

I was startled awake by the sound of a low voice. I was so tired that it just hit me that I fell asleep in class. I looked around while dabbing at the corner of my eyes that was filling up with tears and wiped away the rest of it. I noticed that I was the only one left in the classroom. So it was only a dream the whole time? Was I just dreaming of Professor Sybill?

My chest was filled with a tremendous amount of sadness, and something was even blocking my throat. My loneliness is suffocating me.

“It looks like you’re awake now.”

I almost jumped when I heard a voice coming from behind me. When I turned back, I found Professor Ismael seated behind me on the chair. He was looking at me.

“You came to my class intoxicated and late, and all you did was nod off,” he stated. I heaved a sigh. I felt like I lost my energy and was too lazy to argue with him. I was too consumed with grief because of my dream earlier. Add to that, it is a fantasy that I will never experience in real life.

“Sorry,” I apologized, surprising him.

He cleared his throat before folding his arms. He was looking at me intently while he placed his left leg over his right leg. Is he trying to scrutinize me?

“Don’t throw away your life for a man who isn’t worth it. He’s just a useless man.”

My eyebrows rose quickly. Is he starting a fight again? I apologized, didn’t I?

“Useless? Are you talking about Professor Sybill?”

He merely gave a shrug. “Why? Is he the man you’re dating? Is he the reason why you are rebelling against me?” He inquired with a grin on his face. “Is he that useless man?” I find it offensive when he talks about Professor Sybill in that manner. Grr! He really makes my blood boil.

As I struggled to get away, I clenched my fist and sucked my teeth. Then so be it. I was silent, and he started teasing me again. I won’t let myself be ruined like this, even if my head is still throbbing, and the presence of this man is making my vertigo significantly worse.

“What right do you have to say that Professor Sybill is worthless? Why? Are you better than him?” I couldn’t help but raise the volume of my voice. Even though there is no one else in the room, I get the impression that the conversation that the two of us are having is getting more heated.

“Better? Yes,” he said with a grin. “Why? Where is he good at? What are you referring to? Calculus or in bed?”All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

My ears tingled. Is this his return after not criticizing me earlier for entering his class that late? He will insult me?

“I’m better at both,” he added.

“I don’t care! Besides, can you not compare the person I love to you? You can’t match him! You don’t even cross a line!”

He let out a laugh. “Love? Are you quite certain that you love him? Do you even know what love is?”

I couldn’t help but scowl. Is there nothing else that will come out of his mouth aside from making people feel worse and belittled? I truly feel like strangling him due to the fact that he causes my forehead and neck to protrude. “Of course, I know what love is! What right do you have to question my feelings? Why, how about you? Do you know the word love? All that comes out of your mouth is how to hurt someone!”

He got to his feet and started walking in my direction. He did not change the expression he was giving me, which made me feel as though he was laughing at me. “I am aware of the distinction that exists between love and lust. I have no doubt that what you feel for him is nothing more than lust, just as he likely feels about you.”

As my lungs burned with rage, I was compelled to slap his face indignantly. “You don’t know how I feel!” I said, trembling.

It took some time before he switched his attention back to me after my slap turned his face to look in a different direction.

But because of what I did, the way he looked at me got deeper and darker. The smile was gone from his lips. He is angry.

“I definitely know how you feel.” He grabbed my wrist, which caused me to feel suffocated and furious at the same time. Because of the way that he dismissed me and my most precious emotions, I can feel the beginnings of new tears welling up in my eyes. Does he not know that my love is full of waiting? Why would I spend my life trivially ignorant if I did not adore Professor Sybill? And he says it’s just lust? We don’t even do that very often. If only he knew what really happened, he wouldn’t judge me like this.

“You know nothing! You don’t know love!” I yelled and reached out to grab my hand back to slap him again, but he was more powerful than me and prevented me from doing so.

“What does love mean?” He grinned and looked straight at me, as if challenging me. “I will make you feel it and ensure that you experience the consequences of your next attempt to slap me, Miss Alvandra. And I will slap you harder to the part where you will be disgraced. This is my last warning.”

Due to my extreme disgust at this freaking individual, I found myself clenching my teeth and uttering numerous rounds of profanities. But I couldn’t speak when he interrupted.

“What kind of professor is he to have a relationship with his student? Isn’t that what a useless man does? Taking advantage of his weak student,” he keeps on blurting out bullshit.

“I am not weak,” I said to him while still attempting to free myself from his firm hold on my arm. “I know what I am doing. He’s not taking advantage of me. He loves me.”

He smirked. “Then where is he at this time? Are you sure he loves you? Are you sure he wants to be with someone like you?” He stated this to me, adding, “Even I don’t like girls who act like brats.”

My nose got more and more smoky. Does he make me look stupid? Yes, I don’t like him but to say those words to me-doesn’t he know he’s hurting me too much?

“Are you sure about that?” I inquired while simultaneously attempting to reclaim the throne that he was working so hard to steal from me. It is never the King who exercises authority; rather, it is the Queen. And it’s me.

“That you won’t fall for me?”

He moved closer and pressed his mouth against my ear. I could hear him taking long breaths, and the sensation of his breath on my neck gave me a tingling feeling. “I am not Sybill Enciso, Miss Alvandra. I am aware of what it is that I desire, and it is definitely not you.”

I gulped down, but it’s not because I’m admitting defeat. No more ceasefire between us. I’m bringing it on.

I looked up at him. Our eyes met. The two of us are very close and even this close I am not attracted. I can still smell his fragrant breath.

I grabbed hold of his necktie to prevent him from escaping. Before I speak, I ensure that the words my lovely lips will utter will leave an impression on his cock.

“Don’t talk too much, Professor. I am Jothea Alvandra, and I have the power to make you desire me and even become obsessed with me.” I cautioned him while maintaining a seductive tone. I stole a quick glimpse in his direction before I licked his lips sexily. I smirked as I shoved him before walking away.

Ismael Mondalla, you’ll definitely regret this.