On My Professor's Bed (Xee Write) novel Chapter 39

Dangerous affairs with my professor.

Abouthor’s Pov.

Chapter 37.

Mira got into the car and shut the door hard.

“Are you okay?” Lucas asked softly taking her hand into his and intertwining their fingers.

“I. I am okay.” she flashed Lucas a cool faked smile and Lucas took his gaze to the window, getting a glimpse of Elena.

“Who is she,” he asked Mira, not taking his gaze from Elena.

“My friend,” she replied simply. And he groaned softly.

“Did she upset you?” he asked softly taking her hand closer to his lips and dropping a kiss on it.

“She didn't.”

“It's obvious you are mad at her and barely want to talk about it, I will let it be.

“Thank you.” she sighed and he revived the car to life, driving out of the school campus.

“Do you have anywhere in mind? A place to calm your nerves.” he randomly cast glances at her.

“I.. I.. Know nowhere. But I will be glad if I do not go home now.”

Lucas stared at her and smiled softly.

“A hotel room would be fine yeah? Or a bar, or perhaps a lounge.”

“Any.” she cut him off and he nods redirecting his car and driving back to the only five-star hotel he knows, Dante’s Star Glass House.

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Dante walked into the underground house that was not properly kept. The place has been in existence for a long and it was one of the places he carried out a few of his plans.

“Welcome in boss.” Mark greeted with a bow and the other men did just that.

“Has she been tied up?” he asked directly ignoring all their greetings.

“Yes, boss,”

“Good!” he walked into the corporate house, where he met the chemistry lecturer tied up to a chair with a nylon to her face.

Dante took a sit right opposite her and he flung his leg over the other, crossing his arms also. His Dark aura had mysteriously consumed the air and she could tell that someone powerful had walked in.

Dante signaled one of the men standing and they took a step closer taking off the nylon and revealing the chemistry lecturer's swollen face.

She had been beaten mercilessly and just like he wanted, he so much loved the sight of her bloody face, it was way worse than the mark she left on Elena’s neck.

The tired chemistry lecturer panted out roughly, her breath close to being dead.

Dante just settled into the chair and stared at her, waiting for her to recognize him, her eyes were red and swollen and her mouth was also.

The urge to grip a knife and tear her off surged into him, but he fisted his Hand restraining himself from the thoughts of that. He was fucking bloodthirsty. It's been so fucking long since he had blood spilling from people’s throats by his own hand, and this woman right here might just be the beginning if she decides to make one wrong move after today.

“Pro…professor Dante,” she called out breathlessly, her hair scattered up across her face with her body trembling to the tied chair.

“Did.., did.. Did… you asked them to do this to me?” she stared around in fear but Dante just leaned into the chair, staring coldly at her. His eyes were completely void of emotions, they were not as cold as every other day, they were colder, his jaws were clenched, and his cheekbone had outlined really hard, the bones threatening to ripe his cheeks off.

He leaned forward and rested his hands on his thighs, filling her nostrils with his intense cologne.

“Tell me. Who gave you the right to lay your hand on my Sunshine?”

“Sunshine?” she squeaks. “Who... Who is? Your sunshine.”

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