On My Professor's Bed (Xee Write) novel Chapter 51

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Dangerous affairs with my professor.

Chapter 51.

Elena stared into Dante's eyes, the hate in her eyes slowly fading away, replaced with the urge to hear him speak.

“Then why did you leave me there all alone? Why did you yell at me and ask me to get out without any consideration.”

Her voice came out gently in a low whisper.

The room went silent for a while, and not a single sound could be heard, not even a sound of their breath, just Elena staring into Dante’s avoiding eyes.

“Were you tired of me? Did you ask me to leave 'cause you wanted to get rid of...”

“Don't say that sunshine.” Dante’s finger pressed against her lips as he stared into her mesmerizing eyes.

“Never say such words sunshine. I can never think of getting rid of you, I asked Antonio to come pick you up yeah I will never think of hurting you.”

“That makes it more confusing Dante.” it was the first time she was getting to call him his name so confidently, without the thoughts of his age making her feel disrespectful.

Elena’s hand walked its way to his cheeks and she palmed his face, her hand caressing his cheeks softly while she stared into his face with hazy yet squinted eyes sorting for answers.

Her pussy was dripping and she hated how much he was messing with her head.

She hated how his hard member was poking her stomach and making her crave him yet she couldn't have him cause this had to be sorted.

Dante’s hand held her wrist and he shut his eyes, kissing her hand softly. He was a finished man and he knew it.

“Stay with me, Lina. Please stay with me. I was scared of losing you, I didn't want you to die.” this part of him had been buried last 10 years, but now, it was coming back and he couldn't even do a thing about it.

“Die?” Elena asked softly, narrowing her eyes confusingly. Nothing about death looked like it was going to happen. Elena knew that Dante was a strong man physically and emotionally yet the utterance of death seemed to always make him uncomfortable.

“I wasn't going to die, Dante, no one was going to die.”

Dante pulled away from Elena and have a sigh, she definitely knew nothing.

He took fewer steps away from her, he was now standing naked in the middle of the room with his back to Elena, while she just stood there with the duvet wrapped around her body while she tried to comprehend every bit of what Dante's actions and saying.

Dante covered his face with his palm for some seconds and he heaved out a gentle sigh.

“When I was just seven.” he began subconsciously and Elena stood right there, ready to take in every bit of his story.

It seemed confusing to her the way he started but she was willing to listen. How could she not listen to the man who made her learn what attentiveness was, how could she not listen to the man who never failed to listen to her rants?

“My mum and I had stepped out that night to get my birthday cake. I had pressured her into getting me a birthday cake that night cause my dad didn't come early and just like every other day I thought he didn't have plans for celebrating my birthday for me..”