All Chapters of The Professor Who Loves Me: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Julian drives us back to the apartment. It’s already after midnight. My best friend is too drunk to stand, and my anticipated alone time with my gorgeous professor has been postponed.Lora has fallen asleep in the backseat, and I imagine various ways to get her to our room.“Do you need help?” Julian asks, glancing over at my best friend in the back.I let out a sigh. “Whenever this happens, Kristoff used to carry her on his back. So, yes, I need your help.”He laughs, and the sound he makes slithers down my stomach. “I’ve witnessed worse. Help me get her up.”“Sure thing.” I get out of the car and then go to the backseat to open the door. I slide into the backseat to shake Lora’s shoulder, but she groans.“She won’t wake up,” I say.“Hold the back of her head and push over here.”I obey because he gestures to the other side. Julian gently hooks Lora’s arm to his shoulder and helps her out of the car while I support her.Lora almost falls down, but our professor immediately catches he

“This year’s competition in your program will be even more special than last year’s.” Professor Curtis, our ensemble studies professor, announces before our class with him ends. “And the higher-ups have assigned me, along with Professor Lee and Professor Clarke, to facilitate the entire contest.“Now, pay attention. Beginning this year, Whitlock Music of School will collaborate with Sebastian Records. I know some of you have already made your debut, but this collaboration aims to expand your professional opportunities. The label will have an opportunity to sign our school’s young performers, composers, and songwriters.”Eighteen pairs of eyes flicker, cheers erupt in the studio classroom, and even those uninterested are captivated by Professor Curtis’ statement. I immediately assumed Julian had joined the faculty for this reason. My heart leaps with excitement.Professor Curtis writes something on the board besides what he previously wrote. It’s a date that ranges from today to next m

As I walk to Julian’s office, my best friend rushes toward me. “Melissa is here. I saw her asking for Kristoff around, so I called the professor to see how you were doing. Did she see you? Are you alright?”Unlike her tense demeanor, I’m fuming inside but try to remain calm.“Yes, and she completely humiliated me. But Julian arrived, so I’ll wait for him in his office.”Her shoulder loosens. “Thank God.”“Thank you, but I’ll talk to you later, okay?”“Sure.” She hugs me. “Follow your heart.”I press her against me. “I’ll see you at home.”She lets me go, and I go to Julian’s office. I’m curious about what he told Melissa or Kristoff, but I’ve never seen him so enraged as he was back there. It’s as if I only realized what he meant when he said he cared about me.But it doesn’t have to come to that. I only wanted to distance myself from Kristoff for the time being. He was my friend before he became my boyfriend. Even though he betrayed me, I still appreciate what he did for me. He suppo

We haven’t even started yet, and I’m already shivering with anticipation. I don’t even have to think about how badly I want to be in this situation. I’ve seen myself in this state hundreds of times. Just about anything Julian does is bound to make me swoon. He’s breathtaking to look at. It’s unfair that I’m overly aroused just looking at his beautiful body. My gentle lover lays me on the bed and stands at my feet, gazing lovingly at me. There’s no running back now. “You’re going to be the death of me. I’d imagined you like this, but I had no idea I’d actually spread you in my bed.” He felt the same way about me but since when? Was it when we kissed? Or was it when we first met? That’s impossible. My inner thighs itch with excitement. I desperately want to feel him back in my arms right now. “I can say the same thing.” His mouth twitches. “Good. Then I don’t have to hold back.” He creeps onto the bed and stoops over me. His knuckles caress my cheek. “I like your hair this way,”

I’m resting on Julian’s chest when the sun shines through the window. I bury my face against his side and inhale his pleasant male scent. His smell from last night still lingers on his body.Julian is truly mine now.“Good morning, beautiful.” He rolls to the side and faces me. “How are you feeling? Are you sore?”“A little. But I like it sore.” It’s as if his manhood is still impaled on me. We had sex until after three, and I apparently had countless orgasms. I loved every moment.He kisses my forehead as he embraces me. “Stay like this a little longer.”“I have school at nine. And you have one at ten.”“Then stay with me again tonight.”“I can’t. I need to write new music for the competition. That, as far as I remember, was your idea.”“Then do it here. I’ll help you.”“No way.” I sit up and move away from him. “I don’t think I’ll be able to work with you around like this. It will also be unfair to others. That feels like cheating.”Julian rests his arm on the back of his head. “It