All Chapters of Professor's Captive: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The early morning light spilled through the thin curtains of Noah’s apartment, casting a soft glow on the disheveled bed where Belle lay nestled in Noah’s arms. She woke up to the feeling of Noah's hands on her body, his fingers tracing the curve of her breast, his thumb brushing against her hard nipple. She moaned softly, her body arching against his as she felt the heat building inside her, her body aching with need. For a brief moment, Belle savored the sensation, her body still tingling from the night before. Noah stirred, his lips brushing against the bare skin of her shoulder. “Good morning, kitten." His hand moved from her waist to her breast, fingers curling gently around her, teasing the sensitive skin. Bella turned to face him, her eyes meeting his dark, intense gaze. "Morning." She whispered back.

Belle woke up with a sense of unease clinging to her like a second skin. The morning light filtered through the blinds, casting soft shadows across the room. Noah was still asleep beside her, his arm draped casually over her waist, his breathing deep and steady. It should have been comforting, but instead, her heart raced in her chest, the weight of last night’s revelations pressing down on her like a suffocating fog. She carefully slid out from under his arm, not wanting to wake him just yet. Padding across the room, she grabbed her robe and pulled it tightly around her body. The letter, the contract flashed in her mind again. Her father’s signature, Noah’s late father’s name, the vague, unsettling clause that had made her stomach twist. The connection between their families, hidden for years, felt like a bomb waiting to go off. And she was standing at ground zero.

Belle’s entire body went cold the moment she saw Luke standing in the doorway. Her heart stopped, and she sat frozen on the couch, eyes wide with shock. Luke’s expression was dark, his jaw clenched so tightly she could almost hear the grinding of his teeth. His eyes, which usually held warmth and protection for her, were now cold and filled with barely contained fury. Noah stood tall in front of him, blocking most of the doorway, his body tense and alert, as if ready to defend himself or her from whatever was coming. “Luke!” Noah greeted him, his voice steady but edged with tension. “What are you doing here?” Luke’s eyes darted over Noah’s shoulder, finding Belle sitting on the couch. His lips curled into a grim line, and for a

The days that followed after Luke’s explosive confrontation felt like a slow, agonizing descent into limbo. Belle could feel the tension gnawing at her from every corner of Noah's apartment. The apartment that had once felt like a safe haven now seemed oppressive, the walls closing in on her. The bruises on Noah’s face were fading, but the weight of what had happened between them and Luke still hung heavily in the air. Noah was quieter than usual, distant, lost in thought most of the time. He had told her things would work out, that they would find a way through this, but Belle couldn't shake the dread in her chest. Luke’s betrayal wasn’t something either of them had fully come to terms with. The days blurred together in a haze of silence and uncertainty, until one evening, Noah came into the living room where Belle was curled up on the couch, staring blankly at a book she hadn’t even tried to read. “We can’t leave things l

The sprawling campus seemed overwhelming, its tall, stately buildings buzzing with students hurrying off to their classes. It was a new beginning, yet her mind was preoccupied with one thing. Noah. He wasn’t just Noah here. He was Professor Alabaster. She couldn’t let anyone know about the secret they shared, the dangerous line they walked. She swallowed hard, gripping the strap of her bag, willing herself to focus on something other than the magnetic pull of her forbidden relationship. She was a college student now, and today, she would meet new people, sit through her first lectures, and blend in as if her life wasn’t a tangled web of desire and deception. "You ready for the first day?" Cassidy asked, linking her arm through Belle’s and steering them towards the main building.