EPISODE TWO- MY PROFESSOR’S TWIN BROTHER

I shut the door behind me, arranging a sensual smile on my face as I turned to face the man who haunted my dreams.

Professor Henri sat behind his desk, arching an eyebrow in my direction as he peered through his thick-rimmed glasses. I could feel his green pupils intensify as I met his glare.

“Yes? Is there something you want, miss?” His voice was sharp and demanding, sending thrills to my nipples.

God, why was he so sexy?

“Actually, someone. I want you.” I muttered seductively.

“What?” Professor Henri stared at me dumbfounded.

“Don’t play dumb with me, Professor,” I drawled, walking towards him like a predator locked on her prey. “We are alone. You can do whatever you want to me.”

“I assure you, miss, that you’re not thinking straight,” he said to me frankly, leaning forward with his fingers crossed on the desk.

“Is it my fault that I can't think straight? You made it hard for me to sleep.” I whispered, whimpering softly as my mind replayed the fullness I felt when his cock was buried deep inside me.

For an extra push, I stood by the side of the desk, in close proximity to him, and then I began unbuttoning my blouse, showing him my cleavage and the lacy bra I had underneath.

“Tell me you are not interested and I will leave.” I say, fully confident that I would sway him.

I smirked as I saw his green eyes flicker with desire. His intense gaze lingered on my nearly exposed chest and I felt a shiver run down my spine to my core.

But when his eyes met mine, I was stunned by the coldness in those green eyes.

“Nice tits. But I’m not interested,”

“You’re not interested?” I felt terribly embarrassed and confused by his rejection. “What did you mean by you are not interested?”

Why was he acting this way?

He suddenly stood, startling me a little. I took a step back when I began to feel small in his imposing presence.

“You should leave now, Miss. Fix your shirt and save yourself the embarrassment,”

I stared at him for a couple of seconds, before I hurriedly buttoned up my blouse. Red-faced, I rushed out of his office with a curse on my lips.

I walked blindly into the hall, trying to get my emotions under control, although it was proving very hard to do.

“Who the fuck does he think he is?! Just because he's got a good dick, he’s acting like he’s all that?!” I cursed under my breath, frustration rising up in me.

“Who are you talking to, hun?” Sophia’s voice startled me out of my thoughts as I realized that she was walking towards me.

“And why is your face red?” She exclaimed when she got to me.

“It’s nothing,” I shook my head, forcing a smile.

“Okay?” She frowned, but thankfully she dropped the subject. “Are you up for shopping? We still need to talk about Professor Henri. I told you, he’s such a sex God,” She grinned, bouncing giddily.

“Uh, not today. I’m not feeling up to it, really. I’m pretty tired,” I managed to fake it a little bit.

Sophia frowned at me in disbelief for a little while, before nodding. “Sure…are you sure you’re okay, Karyna?”

“Yeah, I’m good. I may call or text you later,” I said before briskly leaving. Sophia was supposed to be my ride since my dad confiscated my 2022 BMW Z4, but I can always get an Uber.

Besides, I wasn’t lying. I was really tired and embarrassed.

Thinking about Professor Henri made my blood boil over again.

Men! They are always so much better when they don't know how much power they have over you.

“Fuck. I really need an iced coffee to calm my nerves.”

***

Taking an Uber back to my apartment, I noticed a local Café near the building and I decided to stop there instead.

A cup of iced cappuccino and some chocolate cookies would be really appreciated in my stomach right now.

“Welcome to Rising Café, what can I get you today?” The woman behind the counter, named Melanie asked with a bright smile on her freckled face.

“An iced cappuccino, a croissant, and some chocolate cookies, please,”

“To go?” She asked, writing it down on her pad.

“Oh no, I’ll stay here,” I replied with a smile.

“Alright. It’ll be ready in a couple of minutes.” she said politely.

As I walked to take a seat, a man walked in, but I blindly took the booth beside him while replying to a comment on TikTok.

“It’s you,” I heard a familiar sultry voice attack my insides, and I turned to look at him.

There in a suit and a vest that wasn’t fully buttoned, with his hair all messed up and he also ditched the glasses…was Professor Henri.

And he was looking at me like he couldn't wait to ravish me.

But from our early encounter, I knew he was not only sexy but also a dickhead.

I wiped the surprise expression off my face, and averted my gaze, pretending I didn't hear him.

“Really? No hi, hello?” I heard the lure in his voice, but I rolled my eyes.

“Can I help you with anything?” I replied nonchalantly, trying not to show how much he affected me again.

“Another memorable night with me,” he grinned, his green eyes sparkling with mischief.

Unable to resist his charm, I sighed tiredly. “What do you really want from me?”

“I want you. Just you.” He replied, holding my gaze. “We could have another night to remember.”

Professor Henri’s eyes raked up and down my body, sending sensual tingles to my nipples, but after what he did today in his office today, I wasn’t going to give in so easily.

“Does it bring you joy to play with women?” I asked with a scoff, noticing the surprise in his expression.

“What?”

“Don’t play dumb with me. I’m not going to fall for one of your fuckboy games. So leave me the fuck alone,” I told him as firmly as I could.

He stared at me confused and open-mouthed, but he was quick to regain his composure. He still looked disoriented, but thankfully, he didn’t press on the subject any further.

“Okay…” he said softly.

My order came in soon after that and I silently ate, pretending not to feel his intense gaze. His order came as well, but he was still openly staring at me.

He sat there, eating his cheesecake and sipping on his Americano, occasionally typing on his phone.

I caught him looking at me, but I ignored him, acting like I wasn’t interested in the slightest.

He ordered a soufflé as an addition and sat at the booth for what seemed to be hours. I was contemplating leaving the cafe, but something warned me that he would follow me, and I wasn’t ready for that.

Thankfully, after a long fucking time, he stood up quietly, paying his bill and leaving a generous tip as well.

I heaved a huge sigh of relief when he left, but deep down the ache in my chest was prominent. And I didn’t know why.

After sitting there for a couple of minutes to gather my thoughts, I stood up with my purse in hand to pay for my meal.

“The gentleman paid for your order.” Melanie said to me when I handed her my payment.

“He did?” I asked in shock, and she nodded.

“Alright. See you soon.” I waved to her, stepping out of the cafe.

It was already nighttime when I got in front of the building, but I couldn't blame Professor Henri because he fucking paid for my meal.

Forcing my legs to move, I greeted the receptionist briefly before stepping inside the lit building.

I groaned at the exertion on my body and yawned slightly. I couldn’t wait to lie down on my bed and sleep.

I got to the elevator and was about to open it, when I saw…the hot stranger—no, Professor Henri, walking towards the elevator as well.

He was dressed in a different attire than earlier, but it was still unmistakably him.

His face set into a hard frown when his green eyes settled on me, and it made a sudden wave of anger spike inside of me.

“Are you stalking me?” These were the words that came out of his mouth as soon as he stopped in front of me.

I gasped at him in disbelief. “Excuse me?!”

“Leave before I call the police on you,” he threatened, and I flared up.

“Don’t fucking flatter yourself! Who the hell do you think you are?! If anything, I should be the one asking you what the hell you’re doing here! You followed me, didn’t you? I knew you would!” I retorted, breathing hard and fast, my face red with irritation.

“I live here,” he scoffed in annoyance, as if he would never stalk when that was exactly what he did.

I threw my hands up in exasperation., and without saying a word, I turned around on my heel and walked away, muttering curses on my way.

“I’m going to call security to throw him out.”

Even though he was my Professor, and he paid for my meal, he was really a fucking creep for following me and pretending like he didn’t.

Suddenly, I bumped into a man in a Nike running fit with a little bag in his hand.

I staggered briefly, my face coloring with fury like he just released all my pent-up anger.

“Oh sorry,” He apologized, walking away from me hastily.

With so much fury from within me, I turned around, ready to give him a piece of my mind, only to freeze as shock weakened my body.

The man, who bumped into me, just walked over to Professor Henri, and the both of them engaged in a conversation.

But that wasn’t what left me breathless.

It was the fact that Professor Henri and that stranger had an identical face, that blew my mind.

They looked so alike, it was nearly impossible to differentiate.

With the weight of today's events and the stress they brought, I felt my consciousness slipping away, and I surrendered to the encompassing darkness.