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Her Professors FIFTEEN
The soft hum of the alarm pulled Kayla from her sleep. She groggily reached for her phone, squinting at the bright screen before silencing the ringing. Monday. The start of another week. She lay there for a few more moments, staring at the ceiling as her mind drifted. Yesterday had been peaceful—she had spent most of the day in her dorm, curled up with a book. But even as she read, her thoughts had constantly strayed to him. Elliot. And the money. Kayla sighed, rolling onto her side. The memory of finding the neatly folded bills in her grocery bag still lingered in her mind. At first, she had been confused. Had the cashier accidentally given her change she didn’t ask for? But no—she knew exactly how much she had paid. It didn’t take long for her to realize who had done it. Elliot. It had to be him. The thought sent heat rushing to her cheeks. Why would he do that? He had already paid for her groceries without telling her—wasn’t that enough? She wasn’t sure how she fe
Last Updated : 2025-02-20Her Professors SIXTEEN
When Alistair walked into the lecture hall, he looked around searching for Kayla. Their eyes met and Kayla looked away while he walked up to his desk in front of the students. As always the class went silent to avoid getting on the bad side of their professor. "Good morning class. There will be a quick test this morning,although it is impromptu, this test affects your grades." Alistair said. The silent class became filled with different people talking. "Shit, I should have revised last night."Kayla heard someone say from behind her. She was quiet, just trying to calm herself so she would not forget anything she had read over the weekend. Alistair leaned against the desk at the front of the room, watching the reactions of his students with mild amusement. Some groaned in frustration, others frantically whispered to their neighbors, but his eyes kept drifting back to one person—Kayla. She didn’t panic like the others. Instead, she sat still, her fingers lightly gripping her pen.
Last Updated : 2025-02-20Her Professors SEVENTEEN
The King brothers were still in their office at the University, it's been almost an hour since Kayla practically ran away from them. Alistair was sitting behind his desk while Victor was still in the same chair where he kissed Kayla. "She was overwhelmed." Victor said. "No shit, sherlock. We were meant to invite her for dinner not kissed her." Elliot grumbled like a child. First Kayla had kissed Victor on his cheek now he kissed her. Probably her first kiss. "We can still invite her for dinner. I am sure she is over thinking what just happened but we can make it clearer for her." Alistair said. "Where should we plan the dinner?" Victor asked. "At home, she would be too nervous in public, let's make it simple and private so she will be comfortable." Alistair replied. Elliot sighed, rubbing his temple. “Do you really think she’ll come after what just happened? She practically bolted.” Alistair smirked. “She will. We’ll make sure of it.” Victor leaned back in his chair, a laz
Last Updated : 2025-02-21Her Professors EIGHTEEN
The soft clinking of silverware and the warm glow of candlelight filled the intimate dining room, but Kayla barely noticed. Her heart pounded, and her breath hitched as three pairs of intense eyes remained fixed on her. She could feel the weight of their words even before they spoke. Alistair was the first to break the silence, his voice low but steady. “The moment we saw you, Kayla, something changed. It wasn’t just attraction—it was more. It was like the world had shifted, and suddenly, you were at the center of it. We’ve never felt this way before.” His gaze held hers, his sincerity almost overwhelming. Victor leaned forward slightly, his fingers tracing the rim of his glass. “We know this is sudden, and maybe it doesn’t make sense to you yet. But it does to us. From the moment you walked into our lives, we knew. We don’t expect you to understand right away, but we need you to know—we want you. Not just for a fleeting moment, not just because of desire, but because you’ve becom
Last Updated : 2025-02-24Her Professors NINETEEN
Elliot carried Kayla up the grand staircase effortlessly, his grip firm yet gentle as she blushed at their closeness. His brothers followed closely behind, their presence making her heart race. When they reached a beautifully furnished bedroom that was different from the one she woke up in earlier, Elliot set her down carefully. She looked around in awe. The room was spacious yet warm, decorated in soothing tones with plush furniture and a large bed that seemed far too inviting. Victor stepped forward, opening the closet doors to reveal a selection of neatly arranged clothes. “We got these for you,” he said casually, as if it were no big deal. “There are dresses, casual outfits, and some nightwear, too. We wanted you to have everything you might need.” Kayla’s eyes widened. “You… bought clothes for me?” she asked, touched by the gesture. No one had ever done something so thoughtful for her before. Alistair leaned against the doorframe, watching her with a soft expression. “Of
Last Updated : 2025-02-25Her Professors TWENTY
Kayla walked into the lecture hall, clutching the straps of her bag tightly. The room was still filling up, with students chatting in small groups, some scrolling through their phones, and others flipping through their notes in preparation for class. The scent of coffee and fresh paper filled the air, blending with the distant hum of conversation. She made her way to her usual seat near the middle and sat down, pulling out her notebook and pen. Just as she was about to start reviewing her notes, someone slid into the seat beside her. “Hi, best friend,” a cheerful voice greeted. Kayla turned her head and found Janice beaming at her, her brown curls bouncing slightly as she adjusted her seat. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, as if she had been waiting all morning to see her. Kayla couldn’t help but smile back. “Good morning, Janice.” Having a new friend—someone who genuinely wanted to talk to her—felt amazing. It had been a long time since she had this kind of companionshi
Last Updated : 2025-02-27Her Professors TWENTY ONE
Kayla and Janice walked into the next hall for their lecture, to their surprise, the professor was already there and it turned out to be Alistair. Alistair watched Kayla as she walked into the hall, a girl chatting away beside her. He watched them hoping the girl was not making her uncomfortable but it seem like Kayla was enjoying her company. He would make sure to find out about this new friend. Kayla looking at him for few seconds before looking away with a blush when she saw that he was already looking at her. "This Professor is too handsome." Janice said to Kayla. "And he is strict." Kayla said to her. "I can see that, everyone is so quiet as they walk to their seats."Janice replied. Few minutes later, the last of the students came in and Alistair stood up from his seat to begin the class. Alistair adjusted his cuffs before stepping forward, his sharp gaze sweeping over the students. The lecture hall fell into complete silence as he commanded the room effortlessly. "Good
Last Updated : 2025-02-28Her Professors TWENTY TWO
Kayla walked into the dining room with the brothers surrounding her. The dining table was already set with different varieties of food. Kayla took a deep breath as she stepped into the dining room, the rich aroma of freshly prepared dishes filling the air. The long table was elegantly set, adorned with steaming plates of pasta, grilled meats, fresh salads, and warm bread. A bottle of juice and wine sat in the center, accompanied with empty glasses. It was clear that the Kings had gone all out. Elliot pulled out a chair for her. "Sit, sweetheart. You’re the guest of honor tonight." Kayla hesitated for a second before settling into the seat, watching as the brothers took their places around her. Victor sat to her right, Elliot across from her, and Alistair directly beside her. Their presence was overwhelming yet oddly comforting. "You guys didn’t have to do all this," she said softly, eyeing the spread before her. Victor scoffed, pouring himself a glass of wine. "Of course, we
Last Updated : 2025-03-01
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Her Professors THIRTY NINE
The rooftop restaurant was quiet except for the occasional clink of silverware and the murmur of the sea breeze rolling in from the Aegean. The sun hovered low on the horizon, casting a warm golden hue over the whitewashed buildings. Yet none of the three brothers—Victor, Alistair, and Elliot—were paying attention to the breathtaking view. They were waiting. And tension lingered in the air like a storm cloud. Victor sat stiffly at the table, his arms folded across his chest, gaze fixed on the elevator. Alistair tapped a slow rhythm on his glass while Elliot leaned back in his chair, eyes half-lidded but alert. At last, the elevator doors opened with a soft chime. Leonidas Moretti—Leo—stepped out in tailored slacks and a crisp black shirt, sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal inked forearms. His signature cross pendant swung lightly on his chest. He looked exactly as they remembered him: confident, collected, and just dangerous enough to keep you on edge. “Gentlemen,” Leo gree
Her Professors THIRTY EIGHT
Kayla stepped into the heart of the bustling marketplace. The cacophony of vendors hawking their wares, the heady aroma of spices, and the kaleidoscope of colors painted a scene that felt like stepping into a fairytale. Even though Victor, Elliot, and Alistair, couldn’t join her—their cryptic excuse about “business” hanging in the air like an unspoken secret—she refused to miss the chance to experience the city’s vibrant soul. Instead, she ventured out with Jayden, one of their trusted bodyguards. He was a quiet, almost spectral presence, a man who moved like a shadow, blending seamlessly into the background. She didn’t know, however, that the brothers, ever vigilant, had deployed a dozen more men, each a phantom in the crowd. They were disguised as locals, tourists, merchants, even a stoic priest, their eyes fixed on her every move. Not just to protect her, but to possessively guard their queen, their precious Kayla. Oblivious to the watchful eyes, Kayla moved freely, her spirit as
Her Professors THIRTY SEVEN
Warmth kissed Kayla's skin as soft sunlight filtered through gauzy curtains, streaking pale gold across her cheeks. A faint smile tugged at her lips before her eyes even opened. The bed was cozy, and the lingering scent of cologne teased her senses. She rolled over, hugging the pillow that still held warmth. Someone had left recently. She didn’t remember falling asleep between all three brothers, but she’d gotten used to waking up with one—or all—of them nearby. Today, only silence greeted her. Kayla stretched, the silk strap of her lilac nightgown slipping off her shoulder. “Mmm,” she hummed, smiling to herself. For once, she didn’t feel dread at waking up. No cold, anxious thoughts. Just comfort. She padded barefoot to the bathroom, brushing her teeth and humming a soft tune under her breath. Her fingers lazily combed through her curls as she studied her reflection. She looked… happy. Glowing, even. And she felt it too. Downstairs, the brothers sat around the long marble dining
Her Professors THIRTY SIX
Sunlight spilled softly into the room through the sheer curtains, casting golden stripes across the rumpled sheets. Kayla stirred beneath the warmth of the covers, her body aching in a way that was both tender and thrilling. Her eyes fluttered open slowly, adjusting to the light. A weight—no, weights—pressed against her from all angles. She blinked in confusion before turning her head to the left. Victor was nestled into the crook of her neck, his soft, steady breaths warming her skin. One of his arms was draped protectively over her waist, the other resting beneath her head like a pillow. A glance downward revealed Alistair lying diagonally across her torso, his head resting just below her chest. His dark hair spilled across her skin, and she could feel the subtle movement of his breath. It rose and fell rhythmically, as if he were utterly at peace. But that wasn’t all. Lower still, Elliot lay sprawled with his head on her stomach, his arm loosely wrapped around her thigh
Her Professors THIRTY FIVE
The morning sun, a gentle caress on her skin, mingled with the heady aroma of Italian coffee and sweet pastries. After a delightful breakfast, Victor, Elliot, and Alistair, their eyes sparkling with mischief, ushered Kayla out of the villa. A sleek, obsidian-black car, a testament to understated luxury, waited in the grand circular driveway, its polished surface reflecting the vibrant hues of the surrounding gardens. "Where are we going?" Kayla asked, her voice a soft murmur against the backdrop of the morning's symphony. The air, crisp and alive, carried the promise of adventure, a delicate blend of blooming jasmine and the warm, yeasty scent of freshly baked pastries from a nearby café. Elliot, a mischievous glint in his azure eyes, slid into the plush leather seat beside her. "That would ruin the surprise, bellissima. Just sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride." His tone, playful yet possessive, sent a flutter of anticipation through her. The car purred to life, gliding smoothl
Her Professors THIRTY FOUR
Kayla woke up feeling utterly refreshed, a sensation that spread through her like warm honey, her body sinking into the plush, cloud-like mattress. The morning sun, a gentle, golden glow, filtered through the sheer, ivory curtains, casting soft, dappled patterns across the room. Perhaps it was the change in environment, the crisp, clean Italian air that whispered promises of adventure and romance, or simply the comforting, undeniable presence of the brothers that made her feel so profoundly well-rested. With a contented sigh, a soft, almost purring sound, she stretched, her limbs extending languidly, savoring the moment of blissful tranquility before reluctantly sitting up. Slipping out of the bed, her bare feet sinking into the thick, luxurious carpet, she padded toward the en-suite bathroom, a spacious haven of marble and polished chrome. The cool, smooth surface of the marble felt soothing against her skin. She brushed her teeth, the minty freshness awakening her senses, before st
Her Professors THIRTY THREE
The private jet, a sleek, silver bird of luxury, touched down smoothly, the hum of the powerful engines fading into a gentle whisper as the aircraft taxied to a graceful stop on the tarmac. Kayla, who had drifted into a light nap nestled between the warm, comforting presences of the brothers, stirred slightly, her eyelids fluttering open. A soft yawn escaped her lips as she stretched, the lingering drowsiness quickly dispelled by a sense of excited anticipation. As the doors of the jet swung open, a rush of warm, sun-kissed air greeted them, carrying with it the unmistakable, intoxicating scent of Italy—freshly turned earth, the salty tang of the distant sea, and the rich, lingering aroma of strong espresso emanating from the small airport café. It was a sensory symphony, a vibrant welcome that instantly awakened Kayla’s senses. Victor, ever the gentleman, stepped out first, his dark eyes sparkling with a proprietary warmth as he turned to offer Kayla his hand. His touch was gentl
Her Professors THIRTY TWO
Kayla stirred awake, stretching her arms above her head as she blinked against the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. A small frown tugged at her lips when she realized the bed beside her was empty, the warmth of her lovers long gone. She sighed, rolling out of bed and heading to the bathroom to freshen up. The lingering scent of their shared night, a mix of their individual colognes and the subtle musk of intimacy, still hung in the air, a phantom caress that made her smile despite the empty bed. The warm shower soothed her sleep-fogged mind, the water cascading over her skin like a gentle massage. She lingered under the spray, letting the steam envelop her, washing away the last vestiges of sleep. After drying off, she slipped into a comfortable summer dress, a flowing piece of pale blue fabric that flattered her figure and felt light against her skin. She applied a touch of lip gloss and ran a brush through her hair, allowing the natural waves to fall around her s
Her Professors THIRTY ONE
The next morning, Kayla was still in a deep sleep when she felt a warm hand gently brush over her cheek. A soft groan escaped her lips as she turned away, pulling the blanket over her head in protest. “Kayla,” a familiar voice called in a low, teasing tone. “Come on, baby girl, time to wake up.” She recognized that voice immediately—Elliot. “Mmm… five more minutes,” she mumbled sleepily, snuggling deeper into the warmth of the blanket. Elliot chuckled, clearly amused. “You said that ten minutes ago.” Kayla felt the mattress dip beside her before the covers were suddenly yanked off her. A gasp escaped her lips as the cold air hit her skin, and she groaned, blinking up at Elliot, who was grinning down at her with a mischievous glint in his blue eyes. “You’re so annoying,” she grumbled, rubbing her eyes. “And yet, you love me,” Elliot replied smugly, running a hand through his messy blond hair. He leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead. “Now get up. You have c
