All Chapters of The Teacher's Obsession: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

"A date? I thought you were kinda dating Miss Walker?" Brent asks out loud. Jace turns around with disgust on his face. "Grace? Where is this rumour coming from? I'd rather slit my wrists," he says, disgust dripping from his voice. The entire class starts laughing, but I'm still in shock from his date comment. "So, I have no time for detention, Norali," Jace says, drawing my attention. "You can misbehave all you want," he states with a tiny smirk. "Can I?" I ask with suspicion, trying to erase the shock from my face as a few heads turn towards me. Jace clicks his teeth for a moment before tilting his head. "Yes... I’m sure I can find a way to get you back for any misbehavior later." I will the redness in my cheeks to stay hidden because I suddenly feel really hot. As if Jace notices my reddening cheeks, he clears his throat and taps the board. "Eyes here. Books open. Phones gone," he barks. Everybody who was looking at me instantly turns around. "What's going on?" Hannah immediat

"Your colleagues?" I whisper to him as Jace pulls me along with him to the elevator. "Yeah... The men in this office have a tendency to... Uhm... Hunt for the women who enter here," Jace explains with a bit of doubt in his voice. I snap my head to him. "Hunt?" I question with raised eyebrows. The elevator opens and Jace pushes me in. I swear he looks at my ass as he walks in behind me. "Well... It's more like a competition. It's a man's world and females are scarce. So when a woman does enter, and a beautiful one at that, their hormones go batshit crazy. They all want the same thing," Jace calmly clarifies. I look outside, through the glass, at the world that is slowly shrinking. "But you don't have to worry. Just stay with me," Jace says when the elevator pings and the doors slide open. Multiple pairs of eyes shoot to us. I so wish I was downstairs in his car. Jace points to the open doors and I hesitantly walk out. His hand falls on my lower back and he steers me left along a lo

When the doors finally open, I practically run out whilst I hear a grin from Jace. The men outside are still smoking, and I can’t help but sigh in annoyance. Jace’s car, parked at the far end of the lot, feels like a beacon of escape. This would be a perfect time to invent teleportation. “Hey,” Jace calls from behind. I slow down but keep my eyes fixed on the group of men. He grabs my arm, gently turning me to face him. “I’ve got you, bean,” he promises softly. “They’re staring because they want you, and they can’t have you. I’m here. You’re safe.” His hand lands on my cheek, and I can feel the weight of all those watchful eyes outside. Jace chuckles, his tone lighter, “They’ll probably fantasize about you later, but that’s fine. Let them. It’s all they’ll ever have.” That is the last thing I want to hear, and I shoot him a look like he’s lost his mind. But then something happens I had never, ever expected. My entire world seems to close down on me when I see Jace lean down to me,

“Yeah, it’s great. Really excited,” Dad says, finally meeting my eyes. “But I just lost my job. That was a bummer,” he adds, his gaze fixed on me. “Oh no... What happened?” I ask, trying to keep my tone neutral. “Reorganization. Not my fault in any way,” he replies quickly, taking another bite of his steak. I barely touch my food. “It’s been tight, money-wise, to be honest,” Dad says after a pause. I grab a fry, stalling for time. “Oh... what about finding a new job?” I ask, dipping my fry in mayo. “No luck. It’s a tough market out there. I’m struggling, pumpkin. Really struggling,” he says, his tone tinged with sadness. I know where this is going. "Do you think you can help me out a little bit?" There it is—the question I dreaded. I don’t mind helping my dad, but this is what he does. He disappears for long stretches, sometimes years, until he needs money. Mason used to give in when Dad showed up at our door, pleading. That has been years. Nothing has changed. "Come on, pum

“Come in,” Jace says softly. “The backdoor is always open.” I gasp in mock shock and follow him to the door. “You never lock your backdoor? Don’t you know how unsafe that is? You never know who might creep in, in the middle of the night.” I smirk. “Well, consider my door open to creeps.” Jace responds with clear double meaning. My stomach does a little jump, and I quickly divert my attention to the house instead. Jace opens the door and gestures for me to step inside first. I kick off my shoes and step into the spacious, wooden interior. The place is much larger than I expected. To my left, a grand staircase twinkles with tiny lights, and the ceiling stretches up to the rafters, with skylights framing the stars that are beginning to dot the sky. I wander deeper into the house, passing an open kitchen before entering the living room. The far wall is lined with floor-to-ceiling windows, giving a stunning view of the large porch outside, complete with a barbecue, lounge set, and jac