All Chapters of Craving My Alpha Professor: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Emberlyn:He didn't bid.Not at first. He sat with the paddle in his hand and watched the portrait on the screen like something he already had a relationship with and was not discovering or recognising it.Three other paddles went up around the room which made the price climb faster than anyone could sayPrice Climb!If they ever needed to, not like anyone would ever really need to say that thinking about it now.Anyways,Jaxon tracked every number without moving, his eyes leaving the portrait only once.And when it left, I caught it. The shift. Brief, deliberate, and toward the far end of the room, a man at a table near the east wall, half-turned from us, a dark mask covering the upper portion of his face.He was bidding with the focused intention of someone who had come specifically for this.For a brief second, Jaxon looked at the man and almost immediately, his eyes were back at the portrait.“Ninety thousand!” The auctioneer's voice carried it across the room and the man near the

Emberlyn:“I can drop you off” he said“Oh, definitely not, the last thing I want is to be seen being dropped off by my organic biology professor.” I yawned.yes, I was warned to sleep early and I didn’t listen and now I was late, but him trying help me just instead seemed like the punishment itself.“I would be the talk of the whole school.” I said and I hurriedly put on my shoes and tried to find my bag.“That doesn’t mean I still won’t drop you off.” He said“Okay, you know what, let’s compromise, I would let you drop me off, but at a safe distance.”“Alright, if that’s what you want, then that’s fine.” He answered.Jaxon held the door for me and after I was seated, got in and proceeded to the driver’s side, I guess he was back to playing professor, so no chauffeuring around with a driver. He drove mildly fast and was able to get me to school at the nick of time, just when I was about to get late.“Miss Emberlyn you are almost late for class, I might be forced to punish you.” He sa

Jaxon: The door slammed hard against my face, she’d left with that boy without letting me say a word. If she were mine as I wanted her to be I would show her what walking away from me would do to her. I needed her to accept my rules, for her good and for my own. I’d left school after finishing my work by late Monday evening. The elevator door opened to the grand foyer; the crisp look of my living room welcomed me as I stepped in. The faint vanilla scent serenades my nose the way it always did when I walked in. The same old house that I walked into every day. The lights turned on, waiting for me to head up to my room to turn off but something felt unusually strange. The air thickened with some tension. My hand reached for my pocket, grabbing my phone like a reflex action. “Send for back up, Lewis.” I dropped my phone and took very crisp and careful steps into my office. I found one of the drawers by my desk, pulled it open, and took a gun from it. Someone had stepped int

Emberlyn:It’s a miracle I was even able to write this testThe test had gone well enough that I could stop thinking about it the moment I handed it in, which was the best thing a test could do.I found a corner table in the campus café and set my bag down and arranged myself carefully with sunglasses on, the oversized burgundy sweater pulled to my wrists, my hair doing the work it needed to do on the left side.I'd checked the mirror three times before leaving the exam hall. From a conversational distance, in the café's particular warm-dim lighting, I looked like someone who'd chosen an aesthetic rather than someone who'd spent the night pressing cold cloth to her face.That was the plan. That was all I needed it to be for the next ninety minutes.I ordered tea I didn't want and opened my notes and waited.Elias arrived eight minutes later.He came through the door in his athletics jacket with his bag over one shoulder, already scanning the room, and when he found me his face did the

Emberlyn:He hasn't called me in five days!Five days of silence and the only thing I could think about was him.Not the contract, pendant, or the complicated geometry of what we were or weren't to each other. Just him. The specific gravity of being near him, the way a room reorganised itself, the way his voice had a floor to it that other voices didn't. I laid on my bed staring at the ceiling, tried to locate a single productive thought and found nothing except his name, sitting in the centre of everything like it had always been there.My mother had taken Mila to get groceries. She'd said it quietly, standing in my doorway with the careful eyes she'd been wearing since Thursday night “rest, Emberlyn, just rest today” and I nodded meaning it.And I meant it for about twenty minutes.Then I was sitting up, looking at the mirror, pressing two fingers gently along my cheekbone which was still tender, and still faintly visible if the light was right, but the worst of the swelling had g