On My Professor's Bed (Xee Write) novel Chapter 50

Dangerous affairs with my professor.

Author’s Pov.

Dante walked into the room with Elena in his hand. He was sweating profoundly, and his heart was racing fast with anger.

He dropped her on the bed and covered up with the duvet. He grabbed the remote and then turned off the AC. He sat at the edge of the bed, next to her, and stared at her beautiful face, he didn't even know what he was feeling, he felt so sad, yet obsessed. His hand reached over her left hand and he held it into his, staring at her beautiful hand and raining lots of kisses at the back of her hand.

Dante felt a sharp pain strike his chest and the only prayer he muttered slowly was that nothing would happen to Elena.

She was the only thing he had. The only person he grew fun of in two months he couldn't let anything bad happen to her. As he stared into her beautiful face, the pain her eyes held a while ago flashed into his head. The shock in her eyes broke him, but he feared losing her. He did all of that cause he feared losing her the most.

Dante had been sitting next to her for over 30 minutes now, doing nothing but staring at her face, but she had not even moved a finger.

The words of the doctor replayed in his head and he stood to his feet, she needed the heat from his body. He was going to climb into the bed, when he realized that he was still wet from stepping into the rain. Dante stopped on his track. He had stepped into the rain? He mentally asked himself then gave himself an answer. ‘Yes! I had entered the rain without a thought. And I did that because of Elena.’

Dante let out a soft curse as he reached for his button.

He had rushed into the rain to get her, burying drastically the anxiety that placed them here! She was more than just Elena to him, she was more than just sunshine. He could feel it, yet he was ignoring It. He didn't want to reason too far. Even now he knew what the feelings were already, he couldn't bring himself to acknowledge what it was. He can't be in love with her. She was so soft and gentle for the kind of life he had lived and the one he would live eventually. She needed someone peaceful a peaceful surrounding.

Dante was done pulling his dress off, he went under the duvet and covered them up with the duvet, dragging the subconscious Elena into his arm, and stroking her body gently.

Dante remained in that position for a while, stroking Elena softly and trying to shoot away the nasty thoughts of being in love with her away from his head.

Elena woke up with her head spinning and her view as blur as ever. She tried to move but she was so stiff and she could feel herself pressing into something she definitely recognized as Dante’s naked chest, even without staring at him.

Her view became clearer and she took in the familiar sight of his ceiling. A light head ache welcomes her again.

“Do not stress your body sunshine. Please lay back.” Dante’s voice graced her ear and her heart leaped softly, but in no time, she felt anger surfing into her body furiously from the remembrance of all that had happened.

With all the force she could muster she pulled up, and Dante followed.

“Sunshine,” he called softly and she pulled the duvet off her body to get out of the bed, only to meet her self stark naked.

“What the hell!” she yelled angrily staring at herself and then back at him

Dante smiled softly at her feisty attitude.

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