On My Professor's Bed (Xee Write) novel Chapter 13

Dangerous Affair’s With My Professor.

Chapter 13.

Author's Pov.

Just like every other time. Dante sat on the single armchair in his room, a cup of wine in his hand, while he stared out of the window, his mind clouded with the thoughts of Elena. He was dressed in a black shiny T-shirt that was folded to his arms hugged his arm perfectly and revealed a nice quantity of his strong veiny arms. He had two botten down and the gold light reflected gently on his tanned skin.

He smirked gently at the thought of Elena.

The gentle feel of his hand against her soft legs made his dick twitch. The thoughts of her sliminess against his hand. Her gentle melodic moan. Everything appeared so peaceful to him. Dante could not tell what this feeling was. He could not differentiate between love and lust.

The buzz of his phone pulled him out of his train of thought.

He picked up the phone from his thigh and checked the caller.

His father! That beast of a man! But Dante would pick up either ways.

He picked up the call and took it to his ear.

“What do you want this time?” his voice was calm, but his eyes? They had suddenly turned darker.

“Your time.” The old man replied dragging a huge amount from his cigarette and puffing the smoke out.

“The earlier you realize that I do not want to be with you, the better for you.”

Mr Romulo smirked and puffed the smoke out of his mouth.

“No one keeps a 39-year-old man with him, Dante. When are you returning to the game?”

“Hanging up on you isn't a big deal and you know yeah?

“You can't keep running away Dante. You are born with this, you are born for this, your hands are soaked in blood already, and your throat? They are fucking bloodthirsty! You are a murderer! That's who you are! So get your damn act together and stop grieving!”

Dante’s grip tightened hard around his phone his jaws clenched.

“Urgh…” he groaned and threw the phone away, it crashed on the wall and then to the floor.

His nails dug into his hair and he groaned angrily.

“Ingrate! Fucking integrate! I didn't kill her! I didn't fucking kill her!” he grunt out in pain his veins oozing out. He sat back on the chair trying to compose himself, but those memories won't leave him. They kept hunting him. Day in day out! He could barely sleep. He wakes up with that one incident in his mind.

A few minutes passed and Dante was still trying to keep himself still. He shouldn't have picked up his father's call, he should have ignored it. For 10 years! For 10 fucking good years Dante had not slept. He was 29 when that tragedy happened and for 10 good years, he had not slept. He kept having nightmares of that one day and nightmares of his tragic scenes in the rain. Nightmare of how his mother died! Nightmares of how he decided to join the devilish game to avenge his mother's death. Nightmares of how he backed down. Every single thing overwhelmed him.

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It was already twelve noon and Dante had finally brought himself to peace. He dressed into a two-piece of short trousers and walked out of his room, to the only place he found peace. It was incomprehensible how he liked to see Elena. It was so incomprehensible how seeing her made him happy.

He placed a knock on Elena’s door but his knock went unanswered. After several minutes, Dante twisted the door numb and noticed that the door was left ajar.

He walked into her beautiful-looking room, his eyes staring around. For Dante. He had noticed that Elena’s room was always kept pretty, Regardless of the time he walked in.

Dante took a stroll to her opened laptop that was sitting pretty on her reading desk. She was doing some readings.

The atmosphere sure informed Dante that Elena loved Pink a whole lot. Her laptop was pink and he was certain that the school didn't give them that way.

Dante stood towering over the table and staring at the computer, his eyes caught a glimpse of her opened book.

For an unknown reason, Dante felt a need to check the content of the book and his eyes met with the one thing he hated the most, or perhaps the one thing that reminded him of the past.

“Her bucket list for the year.”

His eyes darkened and his jaws clenched. Why did she fucking had to remind him of every single thing? Why! And her bucket list? Why was it similar to the one he had with Hylex?”

Elena stepped out of the bathroom. Her hands held onto her towel.

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