All Chapters of The Teacher's Obsession: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Fuck. I'm hard as a fucking rock. Never in my life have I been this turned on. Not even when I was 19, Norali’s age, and fucked like a rabbit, had I never been this hard. But now? Now I feel a drop of precum leaking out as I glance over at Norali standing in the corner behind the door—so sweet, so innocent. Her bare legs, the subtle curve of her breasts peeking out from her dress, and those flushed pink cheeks. The memory of her breathy moans still echoes in my mind. Sunday. That’s all I can think about. A little slice of heaven. Her scent lingers on me, and my finger is still coated in her. It takes all my self-control not to smell it. Fucking heaven. That's what she is. When the entire class walks in, and nobody notices Norali, she appears from behind the door and strolls in as if she has always been there. She shuts the door and doesn’t spare me a single glance. Instead, she heads straight to the back, taking a seat at the empty table next to Hannah. I remain seated behind my

The time drags on endlessly. I keep checking my phone, waiting for something—any message, warning, order, or demand—but nothing comes. I even change into leggings and a loose shirt, just in case he storms through the door. The silence is more unnerving than any message he could have sent. To distract myself, I crank up the music and sit on the floor downstairs with my laptop on the coffee table. My phone vibrates, and I glance at it, hoping it’s Jace. Instead, it’s a text from my father. My shoulders sag in disappointment. -Dad: We still up for dinner on Friday? Right. Dinner with Dad. I totally forgot. I’ll need to make an excuse to Mason. -Nora: Yes! I have school till 3, so I'll meet you after? -Dad: Sounds good, sweetheart. Can't wait to see you. I miss my father. I miss his face and the way he used to pinch my cheeks. Dinner with him would be nice. But he lives two hours away, so I’ll have to figure out how to fix the car. Or maybe... I could take the Aston Martin? Yeah,

He’s right in my face, but I refuse to step back. “I’m going, Mason. I’m an adult and can make my own choices,” I say firmly, snatching his hand and forcing it down. That sets him off. Mason’s anger morphs into raw rage. I see him shaking, his fury palpable. “I said NO, LI!” he roars, stepping closer and hitting the fridge behind me with a force that makes me flinch. “Mason,” Jace snaps, appearing in the kitchen and glaring at Mason. Mason whirls around to face him before turning his gaze back to me. “If you’re that adamant about going, don’t go alone. Go with Jace,” Mason insists, his tone a bit calmer but still intense. “What? No! I don’t need a babysitter,” I snap back. Sometimes, Mason treats me like I’m five years old. “You will only go with Jace,” Mason says firmly, his mind made up. “I’m going alone,” I retort, just as resolute. Mason’s rage flares up again. His hand again slams against the fridge, and I'm half a second away of fearing him a little bit. Jace steps in, g

I turn around and meet Jace's stare, which is full of interest. Suddenly feeling a bit shy, I quickly look away and walk past him without saying anything. He turns around with us and starts walking next to me and Hannah. My book is clutched to my chest, providing me with a false sense of safety. Jace has slept around a lot, and I'm a virgin. How in the world would we ever match? He would probably see me as dumb, inadequate, slow—just not good enough. Where are these insecurities coming from? What's going on with me? "Miss Raven. A word," Jace says in his teacher's voice, making me close my eyes in defeat. The last thing I want right now is to talk to him. I would probably stumble over my words and feet and embarrass myself further. “I have class,” I respond, continuing to walk, making Hannah glance at me from the side. Lina and Charlotte keep heading to our class. Suddenly, Jace grabs my arm. I almost flinch. “Class can wait. Hannah, can you tell whatever teacher you have that Nora

My night was terrible. All I could think about Jace beating up my dad or the other way around. This situation has only a few outcomes, and each one is worse than the last. My head itches, and the high ponytail feels like a beacon as I wait for Jace to arrive for class. He’s late. And he’s never late. Before I can worry about whether he might have ditched me, I feel his eyes on me. I turn my head and find him watching me intently. His gaze first lands on my hair, and I think I see a flicker of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. But maybe I’m imagining it. His eyes drop to mine, darkening as they meet my gaze. Grace is next to him, talking animatedly about something, but he seems to be completely focused on me. The awareness of being alone with him today makes me reconsider. Maybe I should cancel my meeting with Dad and not mention it to Jace. Maybe I should just... Fuck him after class. "And the instructor asked for my number! Can you believe that?!" Grace says as they app