On My Professor's Bed (Xee Write) novel Chapter 12

Dangerous affairs with my professor.

Chapter 12.

Author’s Pov.

Dante walked into the house and Nanny Teresa approached him with a gentle look on her face.

“Welcome back young master.”

He turned his back to her and she pulled his suit from his body.

“How did you spend your day?” Dante inquired after so many minutes and Nanny Teresa flashed him a smile.

“I have always been at home yeah? I am used to it already.”

Dante nodded his head and her.

“Young master,” she called as he made to take the Elevator and his legs halted. He turned and spared her a glance.

“Treating Elena this way isn't right. She had swollen legs from walking to school and walking back,” she admitted softly and Dante stared up at the stairs that led to her room. He took in a gentle breath.

“Prepare me something for dinner,” he muttered ignoring Nanny Teresa’s protest and she bowed her head to him.

For Nanny Teresa, it was a normal thing, but for a few people, they never got used to his silence.

Dante took the elevator and headed straight to his room.

He arranged his suit in its appropriate place and dashed into the bathroom, where he had a hot bath, his hands running through his scalp as he managed to get the thoughts of her pretty mouth around his cock away from his head.

Before Elena came into his life, he had the thoughts of only one person going on in his head and it was Hylex, but now he barely thought about her, but the past never stopped haunting him.

Dante had stepped out of the bathroom, toweled his body, and stepped into a nice pajamas when nanny Terrssa arrived with his food.

“I made prawn noodles just like you like it.”Nanny Teresa placed the trail on the table and Dante nodded his head.

“Has Elena had dinner?” he asked when Nanny Teresa made to take the door.

“Not yet young master. She isn't even opening up.

Dante nodded his head, she bowed and took the door.

Dante stared at his food, he was hungry. Really famished. But the news about Elena not having dinner didn't go well with him. Dante tried to lie by telling himself that all of that was happening because of the guilt of letting her cover such a a kilometer, but he couldn't help but stay true to himself, he wouldn't call this love. He can't love. He doesn't have the right to love, but this is to him a great lust! She was slimy yet had those pretty curves. It was only normal that he felt extremely attracted to her!

Dante stood in front of Elena’s room and he placed a gentle knock on her door.

“I am not hungry nanny Teresa. I do not wish to eat anything.”

Dante stared at the trail of food on his hand and scoffed at her audacity.

“You won't like that I break the door, Elena. Open up.”

The sound of Dante’s voice made her wobbling legs even weaker, and her heart fluttered, but she was determined to stay as angry as she wanted to be with him.

She managed to drag her legs to the door and Input the passcode. The door was thrown open and Elena stared at Dante. He looked really sexy holding the tray of food in hand.

Her grip on the door numb tightened as she managed to not lose herself. With all self-control mustered she turned and walked away.

Dante scoffed and stared at her. She was back to being as feisty as the Elena he knew.

“You didn't see a tray in my hand, yeah?”

Elena took a seat on the bed and covered herself up with the duvet. Her hands on her tab, and she was doing some readings.

“Being nice doesn't need a price, after all, I didn't remember chanting to you about food.”

Dante smirked behind her back.

He dropped her food on the table. And Lean on the wall staring at her.

“Stretch out your legs.”

“Why do you care?” she pouted and his expression turned from being sweet.

“Stretch out your legs Elena.”

Elena felt cold chills running down her spine. The domineering sound of his undertone brought the flashback of how he rammed into her mouth and she suddenly felt heat streaming down her pussy.

She pulled the duvet off her body and stretched her legs out.

Dante pulled out the massage oil he had at the back of his pocket and took a seat at the edge of her bed.

His hands found her soft legs and Elena’s pussy throbbed.

“Get into a towel. This isn't fit for a massage.”

It was a command and Elena didn't see a need to not comply. She loved the feel her pussy made from hearing him talk so domineering. How could she not adhere?

She stepped out of bed and dashed into her changing room, where she had placed her bags. Elena figured out that it was supposed to be a walk-in closet space. But she didn't have time to arrange everything. She was too lazy for that.

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