All Chapters of Tangled Desire: My Daddy, My Professor: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

TessaThe bus ride back from the almost-trip was filled with annoyed voices and a lot of muttered complaints. Everyone was disappointed that the trip was canceled, and plenty of people blamed Rebecca, which only made things worse. I tried to stay neutral about it, even though part of me was just as frustrated as the rest of them. It had been a nightmare watching her drunken scene, and now we had to deal with the fallout.I kept quiet, letting the grumbling of the other students blend into the background as I stared out the window. Leah, who'd been sitting next to me, nudged my shoulder. "Too bad, huh?" she said, her eyes sympathetic. "Especially since you couldn't get back to your 'hottie.'" She winked, nudging me again.I gave her a tight smile, trying to play along without giving too much away. "Yeah, it's too bad," I murmured, glancing down at my phone to find a new message from him. Mr. Carter had sent an entire text ranting about Rebecca, and the thought of him pacing around a

Tessa I couldn't sleep. I kept tossing and turning, replaying the rumors in my head, wondering who knew what and if anyone had pieced it all together yet. The fact that Mr. Carter doesn't care about the rumors ignited the fire flame in my body, how could he think it was kind of a rumor when it was clear to two of us that it wasn't a rumor and someone might have seen us as the rumors claimed. I inhaled loudly, slipped off the duvet from my body, and left the room hoping to fetch something to put on in the kitchen. When I stumbled into the kitchen, I was surprised to find Jasmine there. She was leaning against the counter, scrolling through her phone with an expression of complete disinterest, and barely looked up as I entered. I wanted to greet her, maybe even make small talk if only to distract myself from my thoughts, but I know that'd be the greatest mistake of my life. A sudden sound snapped me out of my daze. Jasmine was waving her hand in front of my face, her expression on

Carter I sat in the kitchen, tapping my fingers against the cold countertop as I waited for Mila's response. My mind was racing. I'd already asked her five times where Tessa was and when she'd be back, but the answers weren't satisfying me. I knew she was at some party, but that knowledge wasn't easing the tension coiling tighter in my gut with each passing hour. She'd been ignoring my calls, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.Mila looked at me, shaking her head with an exasperated smile. "Carter, relax. You're acting like a worrywart," she chided, her voice patient but with an underlying edge of annoyance. "Tessa's out with friends, and she's an adult. She's capable of handling herself."I clenched my jaw, fighting back the retort simmering on my tongue. I didn't want to start an argument with my Mila, but the idea of Tessa out there, not picking up her phone, was driving me mad. "If she's fine, then why isn't she answering my calls? She's always quick to res

TessaThe house is finally quiet. After days of staying outside, finally at home and I have the place to myself. I sink into the couch, letting out a deep sigh, trying to enjoy the calm. But my mind doesn't stop racing, not for a second. It's been like this ever since I left Carter's office, the conversation, the unease gnawing at me, tightening around me like a thought I can't shake. No matter where I go, his voice, his questions, his anger, it all lingers.I try to focus on my phone, scrolling mindlessly through messages and news feeds, desperate for some kind of distraction. Then, a notification pops up. It's a message from a friend in the faculty."Did you hear? Carter punched Professor Harris."My heart skips a beat as I stare at the screen, disbelief washing over me. Carter? Punching someone? The words don't even seem real. Mr. Carter's not the type to lose his cool, not like that. But here it is, staring back at me in black and white. A sick feeling churns in my stomach as I

TessaThe hallway feels longer than usual, every step weighed down by the stares that burn into me from every direction. The whispers are louder now, cutting through me like knives, and even if I don't look, I can feel the judgment in each glance. I clutch my books tightly against my chest, hoping they can somehow shield me from the stares, the laughter, the disgust.I near my locker, a girl steps in front of me, blocking my path. I recognized her immediately as one of the students who felt lust over Mr. Cater. "So it's true," she sneers, her voice loud enough to draw a crowd. "You are a little slut, aren't you? Messing around with Mr. Carter while he's married to your mother." She says it with relish, like she's savoring each word, enjoying the way the makes me feel.My throat tightens. I swallow, trying to find my voice. "You don't understand—""Oh, I understand perfectly," she cuts me off, folding her arms as she looks me up and down, disgust written all over her face. "You've bee