All Chapters of Tied Up By My Hot Professor: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The door at the back of the laundry room leads to an enclosed courtyard where the minibus is parked. Alexander is leaning against it with his arms crossed over his chest. His nostrils flare the moment he sees Natalya. "Kept me waiting, Gurin," he says, pushing off the bus and walking toward her. He wraps an arm around her and claws her against his side. "Never do it again," he says, his tone menacing.My brow furrows, and I'm about to say something when Azira yanks me onto the bus. "What's going on with those two?"Azira shakes her head. "I don't know, but when I questioned her, she got all defensive."Adrianna leans forward. "If I've learned anything about Natalya, let her reveal things in her own time. If you push her, she'll snap."I sit down next to Azira and ask, "You once asked Natalya if she'd told me about what Alexander did to her. What did he do?"Azira meets my gaze and then glances at Adrianna.Adrianna shrugs. "It's not exactly a secret."Azira sighs. "Alexander tormented

It's an irresponsible move. As their school principal, I shouldn't be buying these underage students drinks. However, Eva's presence here only hazes my judgment and makes it hard to think of anything else."So, how the fuck did you lot sneak off campus?" I ask, glancing between every pupil at the table.A few of them pale, most grin in drunken pride."I'm afraid if we told you that, professor, we'd have to kill you," Alexander says, grinning at me with that cocky smirk I'd love to punch off his face.To my surprise, he has his arm lazily draped over Natalya Gurin's shoulder. The same girl he has spent years tormenting. Natalya looks a little uncomfortable, suggesting that perhaps she's not here by choice, or at least not in Alexander' arms by choice.Alexander has a lot to prove. He may be part of the Estrada Cartel family, but he's only a cousin and doesn't share the Estrada name. It means that while he's a big fish at this school, out there in the real world, he's not such a big dea

When we finally break free, I hear a grating laugh I recognize all too well. Jeanie Doyle."Shit," I breathe.Oak turns stiff against me, shaking his head and bringing a finger to his lips. "Quiet.""We need to get out of here," I whisper, noticing a group of three girls standing in the club's entryway. "They haven't seen us yet."Oak searches my eyes before pushing away from me and grabbing my hand, pulling me down a dark alleyway. "I'm taking you home," he says, yanking me toward a road behind the club, where his SUV is parked."Haven't you had too much to drink?" I ask.He walks past the SUV straight to a cab parked on the road. "The Syndicate Academy," he says to the driver before opening the back door for me."Get in," he says, glaring at me sternly.I slide into the back seat, and he slams the door before getting into the passenger's seat next to the driver.My stomach dips in disappointment that he didn't get in the back with me, but something tells me almost getting caught by

I collapse in a heap on the bed the moment he stops, gasping for oxygen. My heart pounds frantically against my rib cage, as I don't even know how to feel. I turn over and stare up at the man who so roughly fucked my throat."Were you trying to kill me?" I spit, clutching hold of my throat and glaring at him.He chuckles softly. "Don't be so dramatic, Eva." He moves my hair back from my face and presses his lips to my mouth softly. "I'd never hurt you," he breathes.The tension in my muscles eases as I let him kiss me, feeling at ease by his declaration that he'd never hurt me. Even though it makes no sense, since he already has inflicted pain on me repeatedly, I understand what he means. He'd never push it further than I'd enjoy. Despite his rough treatment, I believe him with all of my heart. "Fuck me," I breathe as his lips move to my neck.He groans against my skin as he yanks me into his lap, forcing me to straddle his thick thighs. "Is that what you want?" He asks, allowing me t

As I walk toward leadership class with the seniors, each step I take is hesitant, knowing that Eva should be there. I haven't seen her since we had sex, as she didn't turn up for our class on Tuesday. It's now Friday, and I can only hope she turns up; otherwise, I'm going to hunt her down. I can't stand her avoiding me.My stomach flips as I notice her instantly, sitting in her usual seat, doodling on her notepad as she so often does before class. I can't help the smile that twists onto my lips the moment I see her, which both irritates and confuses me.I clear my throat and enter the room. "Morning, class," I say, keeping my eyes fixed on Eva, who, despite blushing a pretty crimson, doesn't meet my gaze. "Today, I want to discuss five different leadership styles." I turn to the board behind my desk and grab my marker pen, writing five words on the board.AuthoritarianParticipativeDelegativeTransactionalTransformationalI turn back to the class. "Which are the most common in the c