On My Professor's Bed (Xee Write) novel Chapter 52

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Dangerous affairs with my professor.

Chapter 52.

THE NEXT DAY.

It was 12 o'clock already and Nanny Teresa figured out that neither Dante nor Elena had stepped down to have breakfast. It was so unusual, by this time, Elena would have eaten already and Dante would have called to get his breakfast if he didn't want to join them downstairs.

Worriedly she arranged their brunch in a tray and took the lead to Elena’s room. She had knocked for the umpteenth time, and not a single reply had been given to her. Nanny Teresa proceeded to Dante’s room perhaps Elena was still sleeping and should not be disturbed.

Nanny Teresa was currently standing at the front of Dante’s room with a tray in her hand. She didn't need to knock too much, she had access to his room.

She placed the card on it and the door went open. The moment Nanny Teresa walked in the beautiful sight of Elena in Dante’s arms with them sleeping peacefully caused her legs to halt. She stared at them with perplexity in her eyes, the way Dante’s hand was wrapped around Elena, and the placement of Elena’s head on Dante’s chest, there was definitely something going on between them.

Nanny Teresa’s tummy flipped with excitement, and the tray in her hand fell off, crashing on the floor and interrupting their sleep, jolting them out of bed.

“Oh my goodness,” she exclaimed and they both woke up with a soft groan.

“I am sorry young master, I am sorry young mistress.” she bowed softly and Elena bit on her lowerlips, young master and young mistress what in the hell was that?

“I will clean this up right away.”Nanny Teresa rushed her words and made to reach for the already scattered tray.

Elena’s heart flipped in fear, as she tried to avoid Nanny Teresa’s gaze.

Dante sighed falling back on the bed and pulling the shy Elena back into his arm, dropping a kiss on her forehead and making her even more shy.

“Good morning sunshine.” Dante greeted in the softest yet raspiest undertone and Elena stared up at him.

“Sunshine?” she meditated, staring at him and then back at Nanny Teresa who was just concentrating on fixing the mess she created.

Dante dropped a kiss on her forehead and pulled her into his arms even more, sniffing her scent in. And whispering to her ear.

“Do I fuck that shyness out of you? Or suck it out?

“Dante!” she hit his chest and he chuckled dropping another kiss on her forehead and pressing her into his body even more.

Elena just laid into him, wondering how she would face Nanny Teresa. The only thing that ran wild in her mind was what nanny Teresa could be thinking of her. A slut? Whore? Losed lady? What?

As if it was not enough that she walked in on them nakedly cuddling, Dante still pulled her into his arms, kissed her, and called her sunshine loud enough for Nanny Teresa to hear.

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It's been three hours and Elena has not been able to go downstairs. The thought of how shameless Nanny Teresa would think of her kept clogging her mind. After a few minutes of contemplating, she concluded that it was right for her to go and see Nanny Teresa. She had prepared another food for them without feeling bad about it.

Elena stepped out of the elevator and just like she expected, nanny Elena was making her way out of one room.

“Elena,” she exclaimed spreading her hands wide for a hug.

Elena felt awkwardly shy, yet relieved. This wasn't in any way the reaction she was expecting.

She hurried over to the Nanny and fell into her embrace.

“Oh, Elena. How do you feel now?”

“I feel great” she replied softly and the older woman pressed her into the hug.

“Thank you so much Elena, you made him sleep. You brought him peace.” she whispered in an emotional tone.

Elena’s brows knitted and she managed to stay In the hug, confusion washing through her.

“Oh, my Elena… you are such a blessing.” Nanny Teresa kept uttering those strange words to her ears patting her hair gently.

Elena pulled out of the hug slowly, staring into Nanny Teresa’s face with eyes that demanded an answer.

“Sleep…. Blessing? …i.. I don't understand you.”

Nanny Teresa sniffed back the tears in her eyes. She Palmed Elena’s cheeks into her hand, gazing at Elena’s eyes.

“Dante had not been able to sleep for the past 10 years. He had never slept this long. He either woke up at dawn or middle of the night.”

Elena stared into her eyes trying to search for the truth. Where could the truth be in this word? How can a man not sleep for 10 years, and now that he is suddenly with her he has found his sleep back?