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Her 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 : 2025-03-01Her Professors TWENTY THREE
Kayla walked beside Veronica staring at the girl as they walked. "You know, you will end up drilling a hole into my head with your stares." Veronica said turning to look at Kayla with a smirk. Kayla squeaked and faced forward making Veronica laugh. "You are too cute, I thought the brothers were asking me to come babysit some spoilt brat." Veronica smiled. "How do you know I am not a spoilt brat?" Kayla asked her. "I just know, don't worry about that." Veronica smiled and they walked into the hall. Kayla found her usual spot to sit and Veronica followed her taking a seat. Kayla glanced at Veronica, still processing everything. "So… you’re really my bodyguard?" Veronica leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs. "Yep." Kayla chewed on her lip. "And you’re just going to follow me around all day?" Veronica smirked. "Pretty much. Though, I promise I won’t hover too much—unless I have to." Kayla sighed, running a hand through her hair. "This is so weird." "You’ll get used to
Last Updated : 2025-03-03Her Professors TWENTY FOUR
Kayla stepped out of the King brothers' office, only to find Veronica following her closely. She sighed, adjusting the strap of her bag. "Are you also following me to work?" "Yes, of course," Veronica replied, completely unbothered. "I am your bodyguard, after all." Kayla groaned. "And how exactly am I supposed to explain your presence to my coworkers?" Veronica smirked, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Simple. Just say hello to your new coworker. Although I’m a kitchen hazard, I can handle other tasks." Kayla stopped mid-step and turned to face her. "You already got a job?" "Your boyfriends pulled some strings," Veronica said smoothly. "Figured it’d be easier if I was officially employed rather than lurking around like a stalker." Kayla's face turned red. "They're not my boyfriends," she muttered. "Right." Veronica’s smirk only widened. As they reached the café, Kayla shot her a wary glance. "Just… try not to scare anyone, okay?" Veronica placed a hand on her ch
Last Updated : 2025-03-04Her Professors TWENTY FIVE
Kayla sat in the back seat of the luxurious car with the brothers. The car reminded her of a limousine, a driver was behind the wheels driving them to their destination. "Where are we going?" Kayla asked them. Alistair picked her hand, rubbing it gently. "You will see, baby girl. Be patient." he said. Kayla’s heart fluttered at the affectionate way Alistair stroked her hand, his deep voice sending a warmth through her. She glanced at Elliot, who was watching her with a smirk, while Victor remained as composed as ever, his sharp eyes taking in her every reaction. The city lights blurred past as they drove through the quiet streets. The anticipation built in Kayla’s chest—where exactly were they taking her? Finally, the car came to a smooth stop in front of an elegant, glass-walled rooftop restaurant. The view of the city skyline stretched behind it, a breathtaking sight under the night sky. Victor was the first to step out, offering his hand to Kayla. “Come, you’ll love it.” She
Last Updated : 2025-03-07Her Professors TWENTY SIX
The week had passed without any problems. Kayla was slowly getting used to the attention from the brothers. It felt surreal, as if she had stepped into a dream. But dreams didn’t last forever, and a small voice in the back of her mind warned her not to get too comfortable.If only she knew—the brothers had no intention of letting her go. Not in this lifetime.That afternoon, after her last class, Kayla nervously made her way to their office. She had received a simple text from Elliot:Elliot: Come to our office after class, sweetheart. We have plans.Plans? The thought made her stomach flutter with a mixture of excitement and nerves. She knocked lightly before stepping inside.Alistair looked up first, a slow smile spreading across his lips. "There’s our girl."Kayla’s face warmed. “You… wanted to see me?”Victor closed a file on his desk, nodding. "We’re taking you somewhere."Elliot grinned, stepping closer. "A surprise.""A surprise?" Kayla blinked, glancing at them one by one.Ali
Last Updated : 2025-03-10Her Professors TWENTY SEVEN
A month had passed since the amusement park trip, and Kayla’s life had changed in ways she never imagined. The brothers made it their mission to take her to new places, showering her with experiences she had never had before. Whether it was a quiet art gallery, a boat ride on the river, or simply a peaceful walk through the city’s botanical gardens, each outing left Kayla feeling special. She was still shy around them, still hesitant to believe their affection would last, but the way they treated her made it hard to resist. Most evenings, she found herself at their penthouse, surrounded by warmth, comfort, and the steady presence of the three men who had become an unexpected part of her life. One evening at the Kings' Mansion. Kayla sat on the couch, cross-legged, her laptop resting on her lap. Alistair was beside her, watching her type with a smirk. Elliot lounged on the other side, twirling a pen between his fingers, while Victor sat at the dining table, reading over some docu
Last Updated : 2025-03-11Her Professors TWENTY EIGHT
After dinner, the brothers all sat with Kayla in the sitting room. They could tell that she wanted to tell them something but they did not say anything leaving her to gather her thoughts. . Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Kayla took a deep breath, the air catching in her throat. "There's… there's something I need to tell you," she whispered, her voice barely audible. The brothers leaned forward, their attention focused on her. "We're listening, Kayla," Alistair said gently, his eyes filled with reassurance. Kayla's fingers tightened around each other, her knuckles turning white. "It's about my… my past," she began, her voice trembling. "In the orphanage…" She paused, struggling to find the words, to articulate the horrors that had haunted her for so long. "It wasn't… it wasn't a good place," she continued, her voice barely a whisper. "I was… different." She glanced up at them, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and vulnerability. "My eyes," she said, her voi
Last Updated : 2025-03-14
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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
