Jennifer's POV “Jennifer! Jennifer!” I heard his anxious voice, and that was when I jolted out of my reverie. I looked around me, and I noticed that I was still lying on the floor, and in contrast to my imagination, I didn't make out with my professor, but instead his back was facing me, holding a bathrobe for me.“Are you okay? Take this first so you can look decent.” He said it, and I scoffed in disbelief.How could he be more worried about decency in this situation?“I don't think I need another robe; I'm already in one,” I blurted, swallowing my pain as I tried to get up, but I found it hard to stand up, and I knew I needed to ask for help.“Erm—Professor, I think I will need a little help here,” I said, and I heard him sigh heavily before he turned to face me. I watched him stare at me hungrily, and I could swear that I saw desires in his eyes, but they left as quickly as they were there, and I thought that I could be wrong.“I'm going to pick you up, so you have to hold on tig
Jennifer's POV The dining room fell silent after what Professor Sander said, and my throat was so parched that I found it hard to swallow my food. My grip on the cutlery hardened as I tried to digest the newly found information.If he has a wife, why haven't they found anything that belonged to his wife in the house, or could they be living separately? I bombarded myself with questions, and my mood turned sullen. I wasn't expecting a middle-aged man to be single, but not Lyon Sander; he could only belong to me.If the professor has a wife, could that mean I didn't have a chance?“And after our divorce, I haven't cooked for anyone except you,” he said, breaking the awkward silence, and I jumped up from my seat in excitement.“What? You are divorced?” I beamed, but I didn't know that I had splashed the milk I was holding on my shirt. “Yes, and I have never seen anyone so excited about that, and why did you spill milk on your shirt?” he said, and that was when I noticed the disaster.
Lyon's POV I tapped my feet anxiously as I gazed at my wristwatch at the same time. If there was something that I hated in my life, that would be tardy people. I never tolerated lateness, and I never tolerated tardy people.“But here I'm waiting for such an insolent person that has been keeping me sitting for 30 minutes!” I dusted, slapping my fists on the table.I contemplated ditching the meeting, but I remembered my grandfather's strong warning, and that made me sit still. I was on a blind date arranged by my grandfather, and even though I already told him that I was never getting married, he threatened me, and I had no choice but to agree.That was the reason he called me to the ancestral mansion the other time, and the person that I was threatening to meet has kept me waiting—the gut!I tapped my fingers gently on the table as I read the girl's information that I had sent my assistant to send, and I smiled. Her family isn't worthy to be in-laws with Sander. I kept scrolling thro
Jennifer's POV I was so angry, and that made me so productive. I cleaned the whole house, did the laundry, and also made some food, but my anger wasn't depleted, so my solution was to find more work, which led me to the wine cellar that I didn't know existed in the house.“He has so many collections of wines; I bet he enjoys it with his guest,” I said, and I had flashes of Professor Sander and a random lady chatting and enjoying a bottle of wine.“Gross!” I cringed as I cleaned the place.I never knew seducing the man would be so hard, and that frustrated me. I just wanted him to want me just as much as I wanted him, but it seems that wouldn't happen.“What if he decided to marry that woman!” I rasped, and my face distorted in anger. I decided to arrange the wines to pass time, so I climbed the ladder in the room to reach the top counter. I picked a wine, and I was intrigued by the writings on it.“That's one of my best collections.” I heard a voice behind me, and I panicked.“What t
Jennifer's POV“Mhmm!” My breath ragged as I stared at the shirtless handsome man in front of me with a perfect athletic build, and my throat parched when he winked at me. That shirtless man was my professor.“Do you want it?” He asked in a sultry voice as he unhooked his belt walking towards me in slow strides, and my eyes stayed glued looking at his swollen budge.I had always dreamed of days like this, where we wouldn't care about anything, and give in to our desires. Were my hot professor would fucked me, and I would be left asking for more.“Yes, give it to me.” I blurted reaching for him, but the sounds of laughter jolted me out of my reverie, as I panted heavily“What are you doing girl?” Vera, my friend slapped my arm, and that was when I noticed everyone in the class was looking at me. My mouth went wide in shock when I realized I was in class, and not in a hotel room with my hot professor. It was embarrassing to find everyone was looking at me as I ran wild with my imaginat
Jennifer's POV He gave me a confused look, and I quickly rephrase my words not wanting to get in trouble.“I meant to say yet, I'm drenched,” I beamed with a smile forgetting my problem for a while, but he didn't return the smile. He's always so cold. “Then stop walking mindlessly in the rain,” he scolded.“Are you scolding me, professor? Don't worry, I'm a good girl, and I will listen to you.” I whispered in a low voice gazing into his blue eyes, and it was like time stopped as we both stood staring at each other.I felt hot just standing there with him, that was the closest we have ever been in years, and standing in the rain makes it more romantic, as I inched forward to him, he took some steps back.“You can have it,” he said, handing me the umbrella, and before I could refute he left.“Just like that!” I exclaimed, but a smile hitched my lips, as my nostril was filled with his masculine scent missed with the fresh rain water.“Oh, Lyon Sanders! The man you are.” I beamed, and wa
Jennifer's POV I was interviewed thoroughly, and I mostly passed all of the questions because I had little knowledge about housekeeping, but Professor Sander has proven to be difficult to please.Could he be trying to make this difficult for me? I pondered, but shook my head.“After careful examination, I'm sorry to inform you, Ms. Kendrick, that you didn't get the job,” he said, and I looked at him shocked.“What! But I did well, and you haven't interviewed the rest, how are you so sure that I'm not good enough?” I was confused.“I already know that you won't get the job immediately you stepped in.” He replied coldly, meeting my gaze, which was his first time ever since the beginning of the interview.“Why? Why don't you want to give me the job?” I asked, tears welled up in my eyes, I couldn't believe the man, who I had been crushing on for so long, could do that to me.Or did he know about my little crush on him?“If it's about what me lik..” I was saying, but he caught me. “Becaus
Lyon's POV I hissed in frustration as my kind kept rewinding to the scene that happened at my place today. I couldn't get her disappointed face out of my mind.“Damn!” I screamed, throwing away the files in my hand in anger. I couldn't concentrate no matter how I tried, it was like she was tormenting me for not giving her the job.She was more than qualified for the job, but I couldn't risk having her in the same room with me. She was already dangerous for me from afar, I couldn't have her so close.“You did the right thing, you wouldn't want your hard work go..” I was saying, but hissed in frustration as her face popped up in front of me again.Damn, I'm losing my mind! “But I think she needs the money, and that face she made..” I mumbled, but a sigh escaped my mouth not wanting to think of her anymore.But knowing I will be seeing her in class tomorrow after what happened today, I didn't know how to act. Maybe I should just quit, and go back to the company. I shook my head knowing
Jennifer's POV I was so angry, and that made me so productive. I cleaned the whole house, did the laundry, and also made some food, but my anger wasn't depleted, so my solution was to find more work, which led me to the wine cellar that I didn't know existed in the house.“He has so many collections of wines; I bet he enjoys it with his guest,” I said, and I had flashes of Professor Sander and a random lady chatting and enjoying a bottle of wine.“Gross!” I cringed as I cleaned the place.I never knew seducing the man would be so hard, and that frustrated me. I just wanted him to want me just as much as I wanted him, but it seems that wouldn't happen.“What if he decided to marry that woman!” I rasped, and my face distorted in anger. I decided to arrange the wines to pass time, so I climbed the ladder in the room to reach the top counter. I picked a wine, and I was intrigued by the writings on it.“That's one of my best collections.” I heard a voice behind me, and I panicked.“What t
Lyon's POV I tapped my feet anxiously as I gazed at my wristwatch at the same time. If there was something that I hated in my life, that would be tardy people. I never tolerated lateness, and I never tolerated tardy people.“But here I'm waiting for such an insolent person that has been keeping me sitting for 30 minutes!” I dusted, slapping my fists on the table.I contemplated ditching the meeting, but I remembered my grandfather's strong warning, and that made me sit still. I was on a blind date arranged by my grandfather, and even though I already told him that I was never getting married, he threatened me, and I had no choice but to agree.That was the reason he called me to the ancestral mansion the other time, and the person that I was threatening to meet has kept me waiting—the gut!I tapped my fingers gently on the table as I read the girl's information that I had sent my assistant to send, and I smiled. Her family isn't worthy to be in-laws with Sander. I kept scrolling thro
Jennifer's POV The dining room fell silent after what Professor Sander said, and my throat was so parched that I found it hard to swallow my food. My grip on the cutlery hardened as I tried to digest the newly found information.If he has a wife, why haven't they found anything that belonged to his wife in the house, or could they be living separately? I bombarded myself with questions, and my mood turned sullen. I wasn't expecting a middle-aged man to be single, but not Lyon Sander; he could only belong to me.If the professor has a wife, could that mean I didn't have a chance?“And after our divorce, I haven't cooked for anyone except you,” he said, breaking the awkward silence, and I jumped up from my seat in excitement.“What? You are divorced?” I beamed, but I didn't know that I had splashed the milk I was holding on my shirt. “Yes, and I have never seen anyone so excited about that, and why did you spill milk on your shirt?” he said, and that was when I noticed the disaster.
Jennifer's POV “Jennifer! Jennifer!” I heard his anxious voice, and that was when I jolted out of my reverie. I looked around me, and I noticed that I was still lying on the floor, and in contrast to my imagination, I didn't make out with my professor, but instead his back was facing me, holding a bathrobe for me.“Are you okay? Take this first so you can look decent.” He said it, and I scoffed in disbelief.How could he be more worried about decency in this situation?“I don't think I need another robe; I'm already in one,” I blurted, swallowing my pain as I tried to get up, but I found it hard to stand up, and I knew I needed to ask for help.“Erm—Professor, I think I will need a little help here,” I said, and I heard him sigh heavily before he turned to face me. I watched him stare at me hungrily, and I could swear that I saw desires in his eyes, but they left as quickly as they were there, and I thought that I could be wrong.“I'm going to pick you up, so you have to hold on tig
Jennifer's POV I got home after a long day, and I wasn't surprised to find Professor Sander at home because he informed me that he would be late as he was going somewhere, so I changed into my short uniform and decided to clean his room upon his arrival.I walked into his room, and the aesthetic warmed my heart even though the theme was too cold. The room was painted in black, and the paintings on the wall were just as cold as the man that lived there, but I still loved it because it was Professor Sander’s room.“And this is Professor Sander's bed.” I blurted, running my hands through the bed, and I sat on it while his scent wafted into my nostril. I was so invested in his scents that I lay down on his bed, inhaling his scent hungrily. “God, he smells like heaven!” I moaned as I rolled on his bed, and I felt my pussy getting wet just by inhaling his scent.I rubbed my thighs against each other to ease my aching, and I hissed in frustration seeing that even his scent could get me so
Jennifer's POV “Dreams do come true, right?” Vera exclaimed as I explained to her how I was driven to school by Professor Sander. I also couldn't believe that I could ever be in the same car with him, but maybe the universe decided to bless me after being so unfair all this time.“I still don't believe it; you are making such good progress, and I bet within a month you will have gotten him to sleep with you,” she whispered in class, and I looked around the class to be sure that no one heard her.“Stop it, Vera. I don't think Professor Sander will do something like that. I think he's just being nice.” I said, but a smile etched my lips remembering our little banter in the car.I couldn't believe that Professor Sander was so sweet, even though he tried to keep a stoic demeanor, but from our interaction this morning before we got to the school, my perspective about him changed.“What's this feeling? Tell me you are backing out on our bet.” She asked in a hushed voice, as Professor Sande
Lyon's POV The drive was silent, and I wondered what I should say to lighten up the mood, but I wasn't a man of many words, so I decided to satiate the quietness.“So I'm like a sister to you?” She asked, breaking the silence, and I sighed. Was she angry because of that?“I mean I'm twice your age, so it's only right to say that I don't want people to know the relationship between us.” I justified.“That's right, but don't you think being your sister is far-fetched? I mean you are twice my age, so it's only right if I pass as your niece.” She said, and I stepped on the brake suddenly.“What's that? My niece?” I asked, and she nodded her head innocently.I didn't know why I was so offended with her saying that. Did I look so old that I could pass off as her uncle?I shook off the offending thought, as I continued driving, but my mood had dampened, while her mood improved.“You drive so well, Professor.” She said, but I didn't reply. “Oh my goodness, why is the car so hot?” she mumble
Lyon's POV I have always thought that I was a man with self-control, but when I saw her sauntering into the house in that red gown, I felt my self-control slip through me. I couldn't think of anything else, but I longed to take the dress off her and do things I have imagined to her body.I only snapped right back to reality when I reminded myself who the girl in front of me was. She was a student that I had been taking ever since freshman year, and my age was twice hers, so how could I be so heartless to have such tainted thoughts towards her?“Hello, professor!” Her greetings sounded so enticing, and I regretted employing her. That was an impulse action on my side, so I must do everything to let her quit on her own if that means being the monster version of me.I bombarded her with many rules, and unlike what I thought, she listened to everything without complaint.“Rule 8: You mustn't have any romantic affection for your employer.” I blurted, but the clause was for me. I feared tha
Jennifer's POV The week went by quickly, and it was the weekend, but I couldn't help the excitement of working at the house of the professor that I had loved all my youth, so I decided to resume a day before my appointment day.“What! Are you crazy? How can you cancel our outing at the last minute because you are eager to resume work?” Vera screamed at the other end of the phone, and I tried to persuade her.“It's not like that; it's just that I think it's only appropriate that I resumed a day before so I can get the hang of things.” I lied through my teeth, and I could tell that Vera didn't buy my lies.“Really? Are you sure it's not because of the professor?” She teased, and I refuted profusely. “No, of course not!”“Why are you so hyper? Even if it's because of him, it's only right, you know you have to get him to sleep with you in a month if you want to win our bet,” she said, and for some weird reason, the bet didn't sit right with me anymore.“About that bet, Vera…” I was sayin