All Chapters of The Teacher's Obsession: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

And nobody can ever know. Except for Hannah, of course. I can’t wait to tell her. I walk a bit like Bambi, my sore body protesting with each step, but I manage to make it down the hallway. A smile tugs at my lips, knowing exactly how Hannah is going to react. Suddenly Mitch is in my face. My smile dies instantly as his piercing blue eyes meet mine. He’s way too close, and before I can react, he grabs my arm with one hand and cups my cheek with the other. "What are you doing here, Nora? All alone?" His voice slithers through the air. "Just going for a walk," I lie, trying to hide my shock. Mitch knows I’m drunk. He sees my dilated pupils, senses my lack of control over my own body and mind. Without warning, he pulls me roughly, dragging me toward him like I weigh nothing. My body aches too much to fight back, and I wince as I collide with his chest. "You’re drunk," I manage to say, my voice shaky. He forces me to look up at him, his gaze lingering on my lips. His face inches clo

We walk back into the resort after the excitement has died down, and I see our suitcases already stacked, waiting to be loaded. Time to head home. "I don’t want to leave," I whisper, a little sad. "Same," Hannah grins, nudging me. "This place is going to be special forever." "Ladies." That voice makes me freeze, instantly thinking of last night—the passion, the forbidden desire, our whispered names, and the feel of his skin against mine. Nothing compares. Jace steps closer, but keeps a respectable distance. I fight to keep my smile in check and look up at him. "Mr. Adkins," I say with a polite, professional tone, "I believe congratulations are in order." "Why, thank you," Jace replies in his usual teacher’s voice. "I didn’t expect that from you." Hannah rolls her eyes, but the expression quickly drops as Ryker approaches, joining our little group. "Hey, baby," he says, kissing her cheek. Her face goes bright pink. "Hi," she replies shyly. I stand there, silently observing, com

"I'll bring the blindfolds!" Brent exclaims, his excitement palpable. I roll my eyes and lean back against my seat. "My house, my rules!" I call out. "Yes, you said that last time, and then you had half a bottle of whiskey, and the rules magically disappeared." Ryker pats my head affectionately as he says it. My phone vibrates, and I realize I haven't touched it since waking up last night. I glance at Lina and Charlotte, then at Jace, who is intently looking down. Is he texting me? "Remember when you burned your math book?" Brent asks, laughing. I immediately cover my face with my hand. "No," I reply, my voice muffled. "Mr. Adkins, you should've seen them. The girls burned that book like it was doused in gasoline," Brent tells Jace, who raises an eyebrow at him. "The girls? I wasn’t part of that," Lina chimes in. "That's because you have a crush on him," Adam yells helpfully. Charlotte gasps. "That’s not true!" I pull out my phone. -Mr. Grumpy: No party. -Norali: Try to sto

I drive to school in the Volkswagen, letting Mason take the Aston Martin—much to his delight. The students around us gasp in shock as Mason pulls into the parking lot, stepping out of the car with his sunglasses on, looking like a proper jerk. It’s a fitting match with the Porsche parked next to it. As soon as Mason exits, Jace hops out of his car and joins him. They walk through the school grounds like supermodels, turning heads everywhere. Jace, also wearing sunglasses, strides confidently beside my brother, ignoring the stares from everyone. “Fucking hell,” Hannah comments, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “They’re like gods around here.” I lean against a nearby tree. “Annoying gods,” I mutter, but I can’t tear my eyes away from Jace. He should have a cool soundtrack playing in the background as he walks like that. My heart flutters when I follow him, and I mentally shake my head at the terrifying realization I have. I’m in love with my teacher. Deeply. Way too deeply, and proba

Crossing a big, fat line. "What’s yours is mine, sugar," Jace says, his arrogance palpable in the air. "I don't fucking think so," I retort, my voice firm as I press the knife against his skin. A line of crimson appears, and for a moment, I’m entranced by the sight, my hold slackening in shock. Jace seizes the opportunity with both hands. He grabs my wrists and yanks me from his lap, twisting me around. My chest collides with the hard surface of his desk, the unforgiving wood forcing the breath from my lungs. He pushes his hips against my ass, my skirt riding up. "Jace, stop!" I gasp, trying to rise, but he pushes me down with a firm hand, pinning my wrists behind my back. "But it is, my sweet Norali," he whispers in my ear, his voice low and dangerous. "Everything you own, everything that you are... it's all mine. All of it." "In your dreams," I reply defiantly, the fire in my chest flaring. But then—whap! A ruler strikes my ass hard. "No, Jace, I don't like you right now!"