All Chapters of SEDUCING MY BIKER PROFESSOR : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Adrian's POV "Is this not Jesse Carlisle?" I asked, tapping my finger on the printed photograph. Ronan leaned forward and placed both hands flat on the desk. He looked at the photo for a long moment. I waited for the recognition to turn dangerous on his face. It didn't. He let out a long breath and rubbed the back of his neck. "That is just Jesse," he said quietly, pushing the paper away. "Just Jesse?" "Yes." He stood up straight. "He was Nirvana's best friend back in high school. He followed her everywhere. Always on our front porch, always carrying her art supplies, always sitting in the grass while she painted. He was just a neighborhood kid who wouldn't leave her alone. He is not a threat, Adrian." I picked the paper up and looked at the photograph again. Jesse had grown into a clean, handsome young man. Bright blonde hair cut low, crisp collared shirt, the kind of face that looked like it had never seen anything violent in its life. He looked exactly like the kind of man

Nirvana's POV The silence in the dining room was so heavy it actually made my ears itchy. I sat at the long dining table and stared blankly down at my untouched food. My appetite was totally gone, replaced by a tight, burning knot right in my chest. Adrian sat directly across from me, wearing a tailored suit and a crisp white shirt. He was looking exactly the way he did when he stood behind his imposing podium at the university. In one hand he held the morning newspaper, and in the other, a cup of steaming black coffee, looking as dashingly hot as ever. He did not look up when I walked into the room. He did not even offer a simple greeting. He simply turned the page of his paper with a sharp rustle and took another slow sip of his coffee. He was a master of emotional detachment, I must admit. I kept waiting for the cold facade to drop. I kept waiting for him to lower the newspaper, to meet my eyes or give me some sort of silent reassurance that the intimacy we shared in the gara

Nirvana's POV When I stared at the stone archway again, the man in the dark jacket was gone. He has vanished into the crowd of passing students. I scanned the pavement, hoping to catch a glimpse of his broad shoulders again, but the area remained empty. Leo followed my line of sight and he frowned at the empty space. "There's no one over there, Nir," Leo said, touching my arm. "You're stressed. The situation at your house is getting to your head. Don't let it get to you" I wanted to argue. I wanted to tell him I didn't imagine the intense stare from that stranger. But Leo had just finished pouring his heart out to me about his difficult past. He trusted me with his vulnerabilities, and dragging him into my anxiety felt wrong. "You're right," I lied, forcing a small smile. "I just need to stop thinking with my heart and focus on my art." "Exactly," Leo grinned. He opened his sketchbook to a blank page. "We're going to sit right here in the sun and enjoy a normal morning." "Ni

Nirvana's POV I opened the front door and pulled Leo inside. I was very relieved to see him. After spending the last few hours alone in the quiet house, I just needed someone to talk to. We walked into the main living room and sat down on the large leather sofas. I offered him a drink, but he shook his head and set his bag on the floor. "I still cannot believe Sienna poured that water on you today," Leo said. He leaned back against the cushions. "Your painting was right there. Weeks of work could have been completely destroyed." "I know," I sighed, pulling my knees up to my chest. "I just want to forget about it. I have to focus on the showcase, not her petty drama. I refuse to give her any more of my energy." "Well, at least you have good people looking out for you," Leo noted casually. He adjusted his position on the sofa. "Your childhood friend... Jesse, right? He stepped in perfectly. He seems very protective of you." My brow raised. "We grew up in the same neighbor

Nirvana's POV The next morning, I walked to campus feeling drained of all my energy. I had barely slept a single hour. My mind kept replaying Adrian's indifferent expression and the brutal way he walked out of the kitchen last night. My body still carried the phantom weight of his hands gripping my thighs. I could still taste him on my lips. He had kissed me with such desperate hunger, devouring me against the granite counter, only to turn around and treat me like a stranger the following second. The hot and cold routine was driving me insane. I pulled the sleeves of my oversized sweater over my knuckles and rubbed my tired eyes. I needed a distraction from the constant, dull ache in my chest. I scanned the vicinity and spotted Leo standing by the stone benches near the main library. I walked toward him, but I stopped dead in my tracks as I got closer. My friend looked different today. He usually wore his glasses with comfortable jeans and oversized sweaters. He always embraced a