ON MY PROFESSOR’S BED. Chapter 112. Author’s Pov. “I don't know who this is, but she….” Stefan’s words trailed off as he scanned Vera from head to toe before giving way for Elena and the rest of the people in the room to see the pretty-looking Vera who was standing by the door, dressed in a black gown and a flower verse her hand, as well as Late Mr. Damon Alcantar’s Assistant. Michael. “Vera!” Nanny Ella stood up angrily and began to approach the door. “What are you doing here?” She spat out, anger and deep hate, evident in her eyes. “Micheal here told me that Elena isn't feeling too well. So… so I came to see her.” her voice came out shakey with less confidence. “Vera or whatever! I do not want to see your face here, Elena is fine and she doesn't need you.”Nanny Ella blurted out angrily. “I mean no harm..” she was pleased with her eyes. “You wouldn't want me to send you out by my guards, would you?” Dante stood up but Elena held his wrist. She stared sophisticatedly at the

ON MY PROFESSOR’S BED Chapter 114.Author’s Pov. It's been 3 days since Elena got discharged from the hospital and she had promised to take Vera to where her father had been buried. Things had been going pretty well for the two of them and they had done a lot of catching up. Dante and Elena on the other hand have just been good. Elena has not stopped feeling like Dante deserves better than her, and Dante has not stopped showing her, just how much she means the world to him, he has also instructed that no one, no one at all ever informs Elena about her inability to provide, which everyone had kept to their words. Dante pulled the car to the compound of the cemetery. He stepped out and as usual, he opened the car door for Elena while Micheal and Vera stepped out from behind. “Here we are.” Elena sighed staring at Vera who just nodded her head and allowed Dante and Elena to take the lead, while they followed. They took a few steps more into the cemetery and there… “This… this is f

ON MY PROFESSOR’S BED. Chapter 116. Author’s Pov. Dante’s hand reached for the nap of her neck, and he dragged her closer to himself kissing gently on her lips. Elena threw her hand over his shoulder, loving the way his lips lashed gently against her lips. Elena’s pussy tingled and she felt the sudden need to be fucked so hard by him. While the kiss was going smoothly, Dante suddenly pulled away, gently though. As much as he wanted her, as much as he wanted to fill her pussy up, he couldn't deny the fact that everything happening wasn't right. He needed her to heal first and he didn't even want to give her the impression that he was after her pussy cause he wasn't. Elena stared at him, her eyes staring just into his eyes, seeking for answers. “Sunshine… we… We shouldn't be doing this.” Dante whispered to her gently and she shook her head in denial struggling to understand what he meant by that. “We shouldn't be doing what daddy?” “We shouldn't be doing this.” he reached for he

ON MY PROFESSOR’S BED Chapter 118. Author’s Pov. Elena descended the stairs spaciously with Dante right beside her. Unlike every other day Elena was dressed in a beautiful cooperate office wear, in her very before, the look on Dante’s eyes was enough to enlighten her about just how breathtaking she looked. The descended the stairs completely. At the open space that lead to the living room presented the sight of Mrs. Dara. The struggle to keep her anguish in check, was yielding a greater result. However, it didn't chsnge the truth of what her mind concealed. The urge to kill Elena’s happiness. The quest to watch Elena die of nothing but pain and misery. Just yet she was not done. She just needed to ruin Elena completely and just turn, maybe just then she would have peace. “Good morning Aunt.” the pleasant voice of Elena shattered her from her not-so-engrossed trance and a half smile crept its way to her face. “Good morning to you, Elena. Good morning to you Dante. You look well.”

ON MY PROFESSOR’S BED. Chapter 120. Author’s Pov. The office informer made yet again another beep that got them disengaging from each other. Elena reached for her shirt, drew it down, and walked over to the mirror on the east side of the office, arranging her hair. “I can't believe I would be pulling this kind of impression on my first meeting.” Dante spared her a glance and smiled, her hair was extremely ruffled and she was fighting her way to make it great. “Do you need some help?” Elena stared at Dante from the window and she scoffed. “Not like you didn't place me in this position first of it.” “My bad, lady. But you wanted it and you...” “Enjoyed it.” Elena completed with a hilarious eye-roll that got dante chuckling. Once again, the informer made a louder beep, and Dante voiced out, “Come in.” his voice had turned extremely cold and his facial expression was blank. Dan walked in to meet him arranging his tie. The expression the atmosphere carried was enough to info