All Chapters of Her Professors : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Kayla and Janice walked into the next hall for their lecture, to their surprise, the professor was already there and it turned out to be Alistair. Alistair watched Kayla as she walked into the hall, a girl chatting away beside her. He watched them hoping the girl was not making her uncomfortable but it seem like Kayla was enjoying her company. He would make sure to find out about this new friend. Kayla looking at him for few seconds before looking away with a blush when she saw that he was already looking at her. "This Professor is too handsome." Janice said to Kayla. "And he is strict." Kayla said to her. "I can see that, everyone is so quiet as they walk to their seats."Janice replied. Few minutes later, the last of the students came in and Alistair stood up from his seat to begin the class. Alistair adjusted his cuffs before stepping forward, his sharp gaze sweeping over the students. The lecture hall fell into complete silence as he commanded the room effortlessly. "Good

Kayla walked beside Veronica staring at the girl as they walked. "You know, you will end up drilling a hole into my head with your stares." Veronica said turning to look at Kayla with a smirk. Kayla squeaked and faced forward making Veronica laugh. "You are too cute, I thought the brothers were asking me to come babysit some spoilt brat." Veronica smiled. "How do you know I am not a spoilt brat?" Kayla asked her. "I just know, don't worry about that." Veronica smiled and they walked into the hall. Kayla found her usual spot to sit and Veronica followed her taking a seat. Kayla glanced at Veronica, still processing everything. "So… you’re really my bodyguard?" Veronica leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs. "Yep." Kayla chewed on her lip. "And you’re just going to follow me around all day?" Veronica smirked. "Pretty much. Though, I promise I won’t hover too much—unless I have to." Kayla sighed, running a hand through her hair. "This is so weird." "You’ll get used to

Kayla sat in the back seat of the luxurious car with the brothers. The car reminded her of a limousine, a driver was behind the wheels driving them to their destination. "Where are we going?" Kayla asked them. Alistair picked her hand, rubbing it gently. "You will see, baby girl. Be patient." he said. Kayla’s heart fluttered at the affectionate way Alistair stroked her hand, his deep voice sending a warmth through her. She glanced at Elliot, who was watching her with a smirk, while Victor remained as composed as ever, his sharp eyes taking in her every reaction. The city lights blurred past as they drove through the quiet streets. The anticipation built in Kayla’s chest—where exactly were they taking her? Finally, the car came to a smooth stop in front of an elegant, glass-walled rooftop restaurant. The view of the city skyline stretched behind it, a breathtaking sight under the night sky. Victor was the first to step out, offering his hand to Kayla. “Come, you’ll love it.” She

A month had passed since the amusement park trip, and Kayla’s life had changed in ways she never imagined. The brothers made it their mission to take her to new places, showering her with experiences she had never had before. Whether it was a quiet art gallery, a boat ride on the river, or simply a peaceful walk through the city’s botanical gardens, each outing left Kayla feeling special. She was still shy around them, still hesitant to believe their affection would last, but the way they treated her made it hard to resist. Most evenings, she found herself at their penthouse, surrounded by warmth, comfort, and the steady presence of the three men who had become an unexpected part of her life. One evening at the Kings' Mansion. Kayla sat on the couch, cross-legged, her laptop resting on her lap. Alistair was beside her, watching her type with a smirk. Elliot lounged on the other side, twirling a pen between his fingers, while Victor sat at the dining table, reading over some docu

Kayla stirred awake, the warmth of the blankets wrapped around her like a gentle embrace. The air was cool, and the soft glow of the nightlight bathed the room in a soothing hue. Blinking, she sat up slowly, the weight that had pressed on her chest for years feeling just a little lighter. For the first time in a long time, the night had not swallowed her whole in nightmares. There were no hands grabbing her, no whispers haunting her, no suffocating darkness. Just sleep—deep, undisturbed, and peaceful. She exhaled, running a hand through her hair as she took in her surroundings. The plushie she had been clutching was still in her arms, its soft fabric comforting against her skin. A small, hesitant smile crossed her lips. It was strange—feeling this… safe. Shaking off the drowsiness, Kayla swung her legs over the bed and padded toward the bathroom. The mirror greeted her with the reflection of a girl who still carried her past in her eyes. Violet and icy blue—two colors that had o