Mouthwatering offer

Tyrone didn’t feel comfortable with the way the professor stared at him. He cackled loudly, and she snapped her brows up, reeling back to her senses.

Selena batted her lashes and waved him off to his seat. Tyrone walked with his head down as he searched for a place to sit. As he walked, his back burned from Selena’s lust-filled gaze. Selena continued her lecture, hoping to get out of the class soon.

The more her eyes fell on the boy, the wetter she got. She wanted him so badly that she thought nothing else but his face and body.

She wondered how huge he’d be down there. Was he huger than Lorenzo?

She shook her head and sighed as she distributed the projects for the week before picking up her books. Her eyes strayed towards Tyrone and she felt her clit throb. She stood there, imagining his hands on her clit, rubbing it ferociously. She bit her lips and looked away as she managed to successfully suppress the moan that almost slipped out of her lips.

Selena walked away as fast as she could. Remaining there for another minute might make her end up doing something crazy.

She walked into her office and froze when she saw Benedict standing in the middle of the room.

She cursed under her breath, wondering why she didn’t throw the student out and lock her door before leaving. Now, the psychopath was here to talk about his love for her.

Selena scowled at him and continued with her walk to her desk.

“Why are you acting like you didn’t notice me, Miss Santa Cruz?” Benedict said and Selena glanced up at him.

“Of course, I didn’t,” she rasped out a reply that made him chuckle.

“What are you doing in my office?” Selena asked as she arranged the books on her desk.

Benedict tilted his head and swung his hands around his chest.

“You are a professor of psychology, you should be able to understand what is going on in my mind just by looking into my eyes,” he replied, making Selena turn up her lips in disgust.

“Of course, I do. The only thing going on in your mind right now is how to cheat on your wife and get into my pants. And the only thing on my mind is how to stick a blade into your chest and dig out that stupid heart that wouldn’t stop beating whenever you’re around me!” Selena wanted to say those words to him but refrained.

Instead, she forced a smile into her face and said, “I am not a mind reader, Benedict.”

She called his name with so much venom that Benedict didn’t fail to notice it.

“You seem to hate me, Miss Santa Cruz,” he muttered with disappointment laced across his small face.

Selena glanced at her wristwatch and looked at him blankly.

“I hate men who tend to cheat on their wives,” Selena replied and grabbed her bag, heading for the door.

The disappointment on Benedict’s face dissolved into anger as he balled his fist, shaking it at her.

“You should show me some respect!” he snapped.

Selena stopped in her tracks and tilted her head.

“Respect doesn’t belong to men who sleep around with their students. You should be lucky I haven’t reported you yet,” Selena muttered and the blood on his face drained as he gapped at her with slacked jaws.

“Get out of my office or I won’t think twice about locking you in.”

Benedict swallowed hard and shuffled off, daring not to spare her a glance.

Selena smirked and locked the door before strolling out to the parking lot where Tiger was waiting.

Tyrone stopped walking briskly when his eyes locked with Selena’s cold eyes in the parking lot.

He gulped down some saliva and searched around for David’s car but couldn’t find it.

He swerved around and his heartbeat stopped for a brief moment when he found those dark eyes still on him.

He couldn’t seem to understand why his professor was staring at him that way.

Tyrone’s eyes dimmed when he saw a heavily tattooed hand tap her shoulder. She craned her neck and muttered a word to the man in the car before throwing her attention back to him.

“Need a ride?” she called out to him.

Tyrone batted his lashes and bit his lower lip as he felt intimidated before her.

He was just a freshman at the college and he didn’t see anything right in accepting gifts or help from a professor, especially one from an opposite gender.

“No,” he declined.

He didn’t know the rules of the school yet and wasn’t ready to get into trouble as a result of his lack of ignorance.

Selena’s raised her brows at his response, any human in their right senses will accept her invitation without thinking twice about it.

She stared at the startled green eyes, turned up her lips in admiration, and turned away.

“Who is the boy?” Tiger asked as he turned on the ignition.

“I don’t know,” Selena sighed out, and let her eyes linger on his receding figure.

“But I want him.”

Tyrone turned around, boarded a cab, and headed to the condo of his new friend.

All through the ride to the place, Tyrone only thought about his mother and how to save her. He was ready to do anything, anything to save his mother’s life.

He paid the cab driver and took in a deep breath before walking up to the front porch. Before he could knock on the door, it swung open, and a large hand pulled him in.

“You kept me waiting, dude!” a blonde-haired, hazel-eyed boy shouted, and Tyrone muttered an apology.

“What’s next, David?” Tyrone referred to the boy.

David smirked and slumped onto the couch, tilting his head sideways.

“Well… are you ready?” David asked and Tyrone shot his brows up.

He didn’t know what they were getting ready for, but he agreed anyway.

After much pondering on David’s words, he glanced up at him with a questioning look.

“What are we getting ready for?” mischief flashed across David’s eyes when Tyrone asked the question.

“It’s a secret,” he whispered, grinning.

Tyrone frowned and shook his head.

“I can’t go for something that I know nothing about, don’t forget that my mom’s life depends on the pay.”

David sighed and ruffled his hair.

He looked around the room as if he was searching for an intruder.

He gripped Tyrone and pulled him closer then moved his lips to Tyrone’s ear.

“We are going to the sinner’s hall.”

Tyrone’s eyes dimmed in confusion.

“The sinner’s—” David clasped his hand on Tyrone’s mouth before he could spill the rest of the dreaded words.

“Keep quiet. Don’t say the name loud!” David snapped, fear laced in his voice.

Tyrone raised his brows in surprise and looked around the room.

“We are the only ones in here,” Tyrone said, and David narrowed his eyes.

“The walls have ears too,” David muttered.

“Okay, but what in the world are we going to that hall to do? Is it a waiting job?” Tyrone said and David turned up his lips in disgust.

“Do you think I will stoop so low to be a waiter?” he snapped and anger flickered in Tyrone’s eyes.

“It’s not a degrading job!”

“Fine, fine, whatever,” David waved his head in the air, ending the bickering that was about to begin between them.

“We are going to be strippers,” David said and Tyrone’s eyes widened.

“We are going to be male strippers. I know this is crazy, but—”

“This is crazy!” Tyrone snapped, cutting David off.

David sighed and ruffled his hair then shrugged his shoulders.

“Look, dude, we need the money. Besides, no one will see your face. You need the money to save your mom!” David said, trying to convince him.

Tyrone shook his head in disagreement.

“I can’t do it, I can’t.”

But the more he refused, the more his mother’s critical health condition haunted him.

He needed 238,000 dollars for his mom’s surgery, and the bills at home and the hospital kept increasing, to his dismay.

He had no one aside from his mom, who was struggling with her life. He needed her to live, for the sake of discovering who his father was.

If he loses her, he’ll be left alone to face the cruel world.

“Think about it, you’ll be paid 9000 dollars for a night. Dr. Christopher will be kind enough to resume the treatments.” David’s words seeped into his mind, breaking down his wall of defense.

“I will pay, I pay the bills somehow,” Tyrone replied, refusing to let David’s mouthwatering offer take control of him.

David chuckled and turned up his lips in irritation.

“How are you going to do that? You’re barely paid 100 bucks from your part-time job. I guess your mom will die waiting for you to gather up 238,000 dollars.”

Anger flashed across Tyrone’s eyes as he glared murderously at David.

David bit his lips in guilt and muttered an apology.

“Think about this, you’ve got the body they need. Besides, no one will be able to see your face. You’re doing this for your mom, hmm?” David whispered, rubbing Tyrone’s hand.

Tyrone ruffled his hair and sighed.

“When are we leaving?” Tyrone asked and a grin spread across David’s face.