I Was Mistaken For A Genius Professor

After I found my bf kissing his "childhood friend", I got drunk in a bar and my best friend ordered a skilled call boy for me. He was indeed skilled and crazy hot. I left cash and ran away the next morning. Later, I ran into the "call boy" in my classroom and found he's in fact my new Professor. Gradually, I realized there was something different about him... “You forgot something.” He gave me a grocery bag in front of everyone with a poker face.“What—” I began to ask, but he was already walking away. The other students in the room were staring at me questionably, wondering what he had just handed me. I glanced inside the bag and instantly shut it, feeling the blood draining from my body. It was the bra and money I had left at his place.

Story Of a Mysterious Professor, a girl full of life and Mr Stranger. **** "Now you'll just follow my command." As he told me, I nodded my head meekly, sitting on the desk. "Professor wants his favourite student to stand up and come to him." As he commanded, I stood up and sauntered to him. My heartbeat is accelerating with every step which I'm taking toward him. "Now remove your top for your professor, my favourite student." As he ordered, I flushed, moving my eyelashes down. "Do it fast, Princess. I'm waiting." As he spoke, I moved my eyes up at him shyly. He pointed his finger at my top. I held the hem of my green top and pulled it over my head, gazing at his handsome face sheepishly. "Now give it to me." As he said, I instantly gave my top to him, and he inhaled my scent from the top, closing his eyes. "Your scent is exquisite, Princess." He whispered after opening his eyes. He kept my top on the table. "Now this." He pointed his finger at my bra, asking me take it off. I blushed hard before taking my hands behind and unlocking it. This is really increasing my excitement. As I removed it, he moved his eyes down at my twins and then up at me. "You're really beautiful, Princess." He complimented me, touching my heart. He pulled out his hand, and I gave my bra to him. Then like this, I pulled out my jeans and undies too and gave them to him. This is arousing my desires more. He is gazing at my body like he's gazing at the stars. "I like you like this. You are so beautiful, Princess. For me, your body is perfect from every corner." I smiled at him.

From high school to my sophomore year in college, I've been in four relationships. None of them lasted, obviously. Boys my age just don't know how to treat a girl like me. I turned twenty, two weeks ago, and decided to swear off love until this hunk of a man walks into our film class. The stranger who I rocked during my birthday party. Well, I thought I only rocked him but memories of that night flood me upon seeing his face. His hands on my waist, my back to his chest, his mouth on my neck. And then...one of the club's rooms. Oh my God! "Good morning everyone, I'm Professor Christian Lambert but you can just call me Professor Lambert. I'll be taking you on international film studies from now on." His gaze ignores all the students in front of me and lands on me. My body warms at the intense memory of us together during my birthday party. As if thinking about the same thing, his face splits into a mischievous grin. Rumors soon begin to fill the campus about the professor. Five years ago, his ex-girlfriend mysteriously disappeared but was later found a month later, in a man's shirt. It was the professor's DNA that was found in her hair and because there was no evidence, he went scot-free. I planned to keep my distance from him after hearing the rumors but... ****** "Hey, little birdie" Professor Lambert corners me after one of my lectures. "I couldn't stop thinking about you after that night." I swallow hard and avoid his piercing brown eyes. Is this right? He's my professor and a rumored killer but...why is my heart beating so fast?

I was always the outcast—taunted and bullied for my half human blood. After being sent to live with my grandparents in the human world, I grew to resent my parents and my shifter heritage. But when my mother died, I returned to Bridgewater under the guise I could continue my studies at Haronia University while helping my father until he found a new Luna. I expected drama in Bridgewater. What I didn’t expect was falling for my professor. —- “You’re so frustrating,” he said in a low, rough voice. I sat on the edge of his desk and looked up at him. “Are you complaining?” I asked. He stepped forward and pushed his knee between my legs. “Do I look like I’m complaining?” “No,” I answered softly. “You look like you’ve been waiting for this. Do you normally wait for the woman to make the first move?” “I don’t wait for anything,” he said. “I take what I want.” He tightened his grip on my hair until I moaned at the pull. “You’re different.” Fated to My Professor is created by Amelie Bergen, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

"Don't mistake me for gentle, kitten, I'll fuck you exactly on my terms, ruin you slowly and make you feel every inch of what you asked for; "So once you let me in tonight, you're mine, to do with whatever I so please... He growled into my ear, the tip of his tongue gently grazing my earlobe, biting down at it gently. "I could choose to make love to you, or to fuck you like a slut you are... Are you sure you want that kitten?" "I want nothing else than that, please take me already." I could barely recognize my voice as I pleaded with this man who I had met few days ago to do whatever he wanted with my body. *** After bumping into a stranger the night she caught her boyfriend whom she's been together with since freshman year, cheating on her, Renna knew her life wasn't going to remain the same ever again. There were so many warning signs about him. He was dangerously attractive. Old enough to be twice her age. Married. And those eyes... Seemingly full of secrets she knew she could drown in the moment she stepped too close. Renna knew she should stay away, but how could she when everything he is, is everything she wants? And then came the one Renna wasn't prepared for... He was the professor for the new course she picked up to improve her grades.

At one in the morning, I was alone in the research building, fighting for my life against my thesis. That was when I opened NearU and saw a viral anonymous post. My girlfriend loved the hair clip I bought her. The attached screenshot showed a girl’s side profile. It was blurred almost beyond recognition. But the blue enamel hair clip was clear. My hand went straight to my hair. Because that exact clip was holding my hair back. Two weeks ago, my anonymous boyfriend had helped me choose it. I had sent him that photo. And now his post showed he was only 300 feet away. I looked down the empty hallway. At this hour, only three places nearby still had lights on. My thesis adviser’s office. The graduate lounge. And the joint lab next door. Then my phone buzzed. Baby? Why did you go quiet? I stared at the message. For three months, I had been flirting with a man whose name I didn’t know and whose face I had never seen. Now he was somewhere in this building. Maybe behind one of those doors. Maybe watching the same hallway. Maybe close enough to hear me breathe. Then I saw the light under Dr. Ford’s office door. My stomach dropped. Because there was one thing worse than falling for a stranger online. Finding out he might be the professor who had just covered my thesis in red ink.