It started like any other day–an attempt to avoid getting kicked out of Mr Matthew's Biology class again. I dashed into the bathroom, hoping to wrap things up in less than forty-five minutes before the nerd I shared my condo with returned from her practice at the Dentist's down the street.
Pfft. Who was she kidding? I would bet my last thousand dollar they were doing more than boss and assistant did. Nathan White, the owner of the dentist's is not as hot like the other guys I had fucked, but I had to hand it over to him, he had the most alluring smile.
Stepping out of the bathroom, I nearly tripped over the mountain of used clothes that had been begging for a wash.
I glanced at my clock. I could still make it if I found a suitable outfit. I couldn't risk another lecture from Mr Mathews about being 'too distracting'.
Seriously, how distracting could ginger hair and a crop top to flaunt my new abdominal piercings be? I opted for a pair of baggy jeans and a tank top, topping it up with a special plaid cardigan my sister had gifted me for Christmas.
I slipped on my sneakers and looked at my reflection in the mirror. Mr Matthew's voice echoed in my head. "Look less distracting next time you enter my class, Miss McIntyre." Old jerk.
I threw my hair into a messy bun, grabbed my designer tote bag and snatched my phone. A glance at my wristwatch sent my heart racing.
"Crap, I'm late!"
I couldn't let Mr Matthew's lecture about proper lecture room attire ruin my chances of a better grade. Science and physiology was the only course I genuinely enjoyed, and getting kicked out was not an option for me.
John, my hot hot boyfriend was waiting outside my condo by his new ride. I pressed a kiss to his chin and lowered myself into the sports car.
"Rough morning?" he asked, his eyes flittering with genuine curiosity. But I didn't give a fuck. Nothing, no act of kindness could take away the fact that he cheated on me with some stripper last month. And I was still looking to getting my sweet revenge. I just hadn't found the right hot guy.
"Just the usual chaos," I replied, my voice flavorless. "You wouldn't believe the stress I had to go through today."
"Well, at least here you are. You survived!" he said, laughing at his own joke while I only managed a dry chuckle.
I pursed my lips and said nothing, and we continued the ride in silence. His car glided smoothly onward, and before I knew it, the familiar sight of the University came into view. Students milled around, some rushing to classes, some just nonchalantly chatting, completely unconcerned about time.
A pang of nerves reemerged–what if I was late? I could only hope Mr Matthew had his back turned, unaware of my lateness.
"So, see you later?" John inquired.
"Maybe," I replied sourly and made my way towards the lecture halls, ignoring his offer for a kiss. I muttered curses as I weaved my way through the throng of students. The lecture theatre loomed few metres ahead. I paused for a moment and tried to catch my breath. The sound of chatters and laughter floated out and I peeked through the window.
With the professor's back turned to the class, I saw my chance to slip in unnoticed. I crept into the class, hoping that the sound of my shoes would not betray me. Stifled laughter from my classmates, all eyes fixed on me.
Just a few more steps and I would be in the clear.
"Excuse me, young lady." The voice made me freeze on the spot.
I scanned the faces around me, each one distorted with a mix of amusement and self-righteous disapproval. It was clear; I was in serious trouble.
I slowly turn, my eyes closed. Taking a deep breath, I open them and stared right into unfamiliar, charming blue eyes.
"Fuck," I muttered aloud before I ever realised it, triggering a burst of laughter from those around me. Who was this dashing young man with the most alluring almond-shaped blue eyes, standing in front of me? And where was the bald, old, grumpy Mr Matthew I had grown accustomed to?
"As much as I dislike unserious students, my biggest pet peeve is lateness," he said, his voice rugged yet strangely alluring like music that drew you in.
"I'm...sorry," I stammered, my voice barely a whisper.
His eyes locked on mine for a moment, making my stomach twist with excited knots. He was undeniably attractive and impossibly young too.
"Since this is my first time taking this class in Mr Matthew's absence, I will let today slide as a warning. Don't let it repeat itself," he said firmly. "Please, take your seat."
I turned my back and walked over to where Jessica was sitting and she shifted to make room for me.
Mr Handsome–as I decided to call him since I don't yet know his name–returned to his lecture. With every word he spoke, my lips stretched into a sly, slutty smile.
"You're practically drooling," Jessica whispered, giving me a gently nudge.
"I'm just focused on the lesson," I fibbed, my gaze still fixed on the undeniably tempting professor in front of me. My mind filled with the sinful thoughts of what those enticing lips could do.
"You want to fuck him, right?" Angela asked bluntly.
"Angela!" I squealed, but did nothing to hide the rouge on my cheeks.
Mr Handsome's gaze was now locked on mine as he paused his teaching. I met his gaze for a moment, mustered the most sultry smile I could to my lips and averted my gaze.
"You're distracting him," Angela warned.
"I know right," I chuckled. "He's hot."
Angela rolled her eyes and let out a dramatic sigh.
"So...how long do you think his...you know...is?" I asked, twisting a strand of my hair with my finger.
Angela giggled, and before I could take a breath, over a hundred eyes stared in our direction, the most prominent of them all the green eyes of Mr Handsome.
"You."
"Me?" I echoed, even though it was glaring his finger was directly at me.
"Stand up," he commanded, his voice carrying a cold that sent icy shivers down my spine. "Would you care to share with the whole class what you find so amusing to disrupt my lesson?"
I bit my lower lip and stood slowly to my feet, and rolled my hair lazily on my finger in an effort to get on his nerves.
He was suddenly interrupted by the sudden shrill cry of the bell.
Phew! Saved by the bell.
Mr Handsome let out a breath and packed his laptop onto his bag. "That's it. Class dismissed," he announced before shifting his focus back to me.
"To my office. Now."
I trailed behind him, my eyes fixed on my phone as my fingers worked rapidly on the keyboard. "Guess I'll be the first to know the length of the new guy's dick." A mischievous grin stretched my face as I tapped send and added two emojis. Wink, eggplant.
"Jessica, you slut," Angela texted back.
My phone chimed again. It was Lily. "I dare you, Jessica."
"Do you think he has a good bed game? How long do you think he'll last?"
"Table game, you mean?" Lily replied Angela's question with a laugh.
"Lol. I'm guessing thirty minutes," Angela
"Come on, girls, be nice. At least he'll burn through a hour."
My phone chimed almost simultaneously as Angela and Lily sent silly emojis.
"But honestly I'm dying to have his tongue licking me up," I typed. "I'm fucking wet right now."
Arriving at his office, he pulled out his keys, unlocked the door and dropped his case on the couch. With the speed of lightning, he snatched my phone from me. Paralysed with panic, I didn't try to snatch it. I stood rooted to the spot, gazing at him nonchalantly as he scrolled through my chat with Angela and Lily.
Fucking Christ! He was reading our texts. When I woke up with a minor hangover, this was not how I saw this day going.