All Chapters of The Teacher's Obsession: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

I narrow my eyes at him, though my mind flashes back to last night, when I threw my panties around like confetti. They’re probably still near the sink. I should've put them in my bag, Mentally scolding myself, I grab a piece of bacon and toss it into my mouth with precision. "So... this client. Why are they so important that you have to go to the office on a Saturday?" I ask, genuinely curious as the salty, crunchy bacon melts on my tongue. "I'm at the office almost every Saturday, sugar," Jace replies, his eyes focused on my lips. "But this client? They’re one of our biggest. Think millions, if this meeting goes well." I nod, taking in the significance. "And did you prepare? Do you feel ready?" I ask, poking at the runny yolk on my plate. "Of course," Jace says, his tone sharp and confident. It makes me frown slightly. "You don’t have to do that," he says, making me glance up, confused. "Do what?" I ask, still frowning. "Pretend that you're interested in my work. I know it's b

I try to calm the pounding of my heart, but it only grows louder, matching the pace of my swirling thoughts. As Jace moves closer, the heat radiating from him sends my senses into overdrive. His eyes, locked onto mine, are dark and full of something primal. It’s like he's daring me to make a move, to either run or stay. But I don’t run. I can’t. Every part of me is paralyzed, caught between fear and longing. His hand tightens on the back of my neck, the firm grip grounding me in this moment, and I realize just how badly I don’t want to pull away. Jace’s breath is warm on my lips, and the world outside of the car seems to vanish entirely, leaving just the two of us suspended in time. When his forehead gently presses against mine, my stomach flips, nerves sending shockwaves down my spine. I close my eyes, as if shutting out the world will stop the storm inside me, but it only intensifies everything—the sound of his breathing, the heat of his hand, the dizzying nearness of his lips. I

"Mason, I was drunk," Ramon says, trying to excuse himself. Mason’s expression hardens, his anger only intensifying. "That’s NEVER an excuse. NEVER! You know who else was drunk? My little sister!" Mason shouts, pointing toward me. I stare at the two of them, wide-eyed. This wasn’t supposed to happen. "I didn't use her!" Ramon yells back, his own anger flaring. "It’s your job to protect her! I trusted you not to go near her like that!" Mason’s voice echoes through the house, vibrating with fury. If Mason knew what happened between Jace and me, Jace would already be dead. "I didn't do anything she didn't want to do!" Ramon instantly looks down, knowing he just made a mistake. "What did you just say?" Mason asks with a sudden dangerous, low tone. "If my baby sister got naked and begged you to touch her, I’d expect you to turn her down! You were furious when Dante touched her!" "Man, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it like that. It just happened, and I regretted it afterward," Ramon tri

"OH. MY. GOD." Hannah gasps as soon as she peers inside the box. "Is that what I think it is?" "Oh my God," I mutter, shoving the box away as I bury my head between my knees, rocking back and forth. "No freaking way. This guy is on another level," Hannah says, picking up the first pink item. "Fucking freak." The box is full of sex toys and lingerie. "Oh my God," I repeat, grabbing my phone in disbelief. -Norali: You're sick. "Dude. This is like... I have no words for this," Hannah whispers, her grabby hands diving into the box. She pulls out a baby blue lingerie set and tosses it at my head, followed by a set of handcuffs. Then she finds a small whip and slaps it against her hand. "Good quality," she remarks, raising an eyebrow. "Oh my God," I mumble. The phrase seems to be on repeat in my brain. My phone vibrates, and I glance at it through one eye. -Mr. Grumpy: There we go. -Norali: What is wrong with you? "I'm scared," I admit, letting my body collapse onto the floor,

"Connor," I snap, my voice sharp. I step toward Hannah, but his grip tightens on my shoulder, refusing to let me go. "You think a kiss makes her yours? Such a young, innocent boy. You’ve got a lot to learn about life. Man up, Connor. You’ve got quite the imagination." Jace’s expression is calm, almost relaxed, as if this whole confrontation is beneath him. But I his eyes burn with an intensity that betrays the cool facade, and his muscles tense under his shirt. "It's never just a kiss, Mr. Adkins," Connor replies clearly. Those words stop me cold. Again. How can he say the exact same thing my brother did? It's never just a kiss. But it is. For me, at least. For me, it’s just a kiss. Or is it? Jace looks momentarily taken aback, and for a brief moment, I wonder if even he thinks the same as Connor—that a kiss isn’t just two sets of lips touching each other. “Connor, take your dick-measuring contest elsewhere. Nora isn’t your girlfriend, last I checked,” Hannah chimes in, her ton