Playboy Professor

BLAKE'S POV

Watching Bella leave my office, a sense of happiness and contentment settled within me. Finding my mate had been a long and arduous journey, but now, I had finally found her. The connection we shared was profound, an unspoken bond that transcended the ordinary.

As she walked away, her image lingered in my mind. Bella was quite beautiful even with her eyeglasses, and the prospect of getting to know her better filled me with excitement. The invitation to the party was my way of taking a step forward in our budding relationship, a chance for us to deepen our connection. And also, it was the first step I was taking to fulfill the fantasy I had harbored for a long time.

Drake, my loyal wolf and constant companion, couldn't help but voice his thoughts as we watched Bella leave my office. In the private confines of our mind, his voice resonated with a sense of knowing and intuition.

"Blake," Drake said with a wolfish grin, "I can sense that there's something more to this party invitation. You've got a sneaky motive behind it, don't you?"

I couldn't help but smirk at my wolf's insight. Drake had always been astute and perceptive, and he had a knack for seeing through my intentions.

"You're right, old friend," I replied with a sly grin, a touch of mischief in my voice. "I do have a motive, but I can't tell you."

With that, I blocked Drake mentally before rising to my feet. It was our little game of teasing each other, and I relished the silent camaraderie we shared.

Glancing down at my Rolex watch to check the time, I noted that it was thirty minutes past two o'clock. It was time for me to leave the university and head home. The prospect of the upcoming party and the chance to get to know Bella better had ignited a newfound energy within me, and I was eager to begin this extraordinary journey.

I quickly moved to arrange my belongings in my office. I neatly stacked the academic papers, adjusted the placement of some books, and ensured that everything was in order.

Once satisfied with the organization of my workspace, I locked the door and began my journey out of the university building. The corridor was bustling with students and faculty members, but I couldn't help but notice the way some of the female students gazed at me dreamily. It was a mixture of admiration and curiosity, their eyes reflecting the intrigue of having a new professor on campus.

As I walked down the hallway, I couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. I was quite handsome, and I knew those female students would do anything just to spend a night with me.

The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon as I reached the parking lot. The golden hues of the late afternoon bathed the surroundings, and the cool breeze carried a sense of serenity.

As I approached my car, I couldn't shake the feeling of excitement and anticipation that had accompanied me since my encounter with Bella. The idea of the party and the chance to finally fulfill my fantasies filled my thoughts. It was something I had been wanting for a long time, and now that I finally had the chance, I would never let it slip off my hands.

With a final glance back at the university building, I got into my car and began the drive home. I switched on the music player in my car and played my favourite song - Paint the town red by Doja Cat. I started singing along to the song as I drove home.

Arriving home minutes later, I noticed that thr front door of my apartment house was slightly ajar. A sense of unease settled in my gut; I was meticulous about securing my home, and this was unusual. I cautiously pushed the door open and entered, my heart pounding with a mix of curiosity and concern.

As I stepped further into the house, I couldn't believe my eyes. There, in my living room, sat Jane, one of the ladies I had sex with just a few days ago. She was reclining on my couch, a playful smile on her lips as she regarded me with a mischievous glint in her eyes. She was adorned in nothing but a pristine white bra and matching panties, a sight that ignited a surge of desire within me.

"Blake," she purred seductively, her voice laced with a hint of amusement, "I hope you don't mind that I let myself in. I thought I'd surprise you."

My mind raced to process the situation. Jane wasn't aware of my reputation as a bit of a playboy, and it seemed she had taken it upon herself to pay me an unexpected visit. This was a complication I hadn't anticipated, and I couldn't help but wonder how to make her understand that I had no feelings for her. She thought I really loved her, just like I said, but I had only said that to get between her legs. Now that I had achieved that, it seemed like she wanted to have a serious relationship with me.

I replied cautiously, "Jane, it's certainly a surprise. But there are some things we need to discuss.

Jane slowly rose to her feet, and my dick twitched in my trousers as I gazed at her flawless body. The sight of Jane, her alluring figure accentuated by the delicate lingerie she wore, was undeniably tempting. My desires stirred as her eyes met mine, and I couldn't deny the physical attraction we had shared in the past.

She took a step closer, her voice dropping to a more serious tone. "Blake, I can't get you out of my mind. I thought we had something special, something real."

Her words hung in the air, laden with an expectation I hadn't anticipated. I had played the role of a playboy to perfection, making her believe there was more between us than there actually was. Now, it was clear that she had taken our physical connection to heart, and I needed to find a way to communicate my true intentions without hurting her.

I took a deep breath and replied with genuine concern, "Jane, I don't want to mislead you. What we had was a moment, but it wasn't love. I'm not looking for a serious relationship right now. I hope you can understand."

As I spoke those words, a mix of emotions swirled within me. I knew that my reputation as a playboy had consequences, and this wasn't the first, or the second nor the tenth time I'd be facing those consequences.

I saw the disappointment on Jane's face the moment I said those words. I knew she wasn't expecting it, but it was the truth, and she deserved to know it.

Jane's expression shifted from disappointment to determination, and she took a step closer, her eyes smoldering with desire. With a seductive sway of her hips, she moved nearer, her proximity stirring an undeniable surge of arousal within me.

She reached out to touch my chest, her fingers tracing a slow, sensuous path down to the waistband of my trousers. Her gaze remained locked with mine, a challenge and invitation all at once.

My resolve wavered as desire coursed through my veins. I knew I should put an end to this, but the intoxicating allure of her proximity was impossible to resist. Jane had a way of igniting the passion within me, and she was using it to her advantage.

With a husky voice, she whispered, "Don't you want me, Blake? You can't deny the chemistry between us."

As her hand ventured lower, the boundary between resistance and surrender blurred. I tried to maintain control, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. Jane was pushing all the right buttons, and my body was responding eagerly to her provocative advances.

Jane's advances were relentless, and my body betrayed my attempts to resist. The intensity of the chemistry we had shared was undeniable, and it was difficult to deny the allure of the moment.

As her fingers skillfully worked their way, the tension between us became palpable. My breath quickened, and I could feel my resolve slipping away, replaced by an overwhelming desire that consumed every rational thought.

With a soft, sultry whisper, Jane murmured, "Blake, I know you want this as much as I do."

In that moment, I couldn't hold back any longer. The temptation was too strong, and I surrendered to the intoxicating embrace of desire. My lips found hers, and we became lost in a passionate, fervent kiss, a moment of unrestrained connection that defied reason and ignited a fire that had been simmering between us.