Do I Have A Thing With My Professor?
Lilac Stone once wanted nothing more than being unnoticed. But everything changed the moment she met Adrian Cole, the new lecturer.
He's distant and completely off-limits. She's quiet, guarded, and unprepared for the way he sees right through her.
What begins as harmless conversations after class quickly turns into something far more dangerous-something neither of them can stop no matter how hard they try.
But then they're living in a world where rules are meant to be followed, and their connection is one line they were never supposed to cross.
Whispers turn to accusations. Secrets are exposed. Their futures are at risk.
They are merely two opposites-a lecturer and a student, a male and a female-but they are bound to destroy each other as long as they are huddled in one space at the same time.
What then can they choose: forfeit their futures and embrace their happiness, or let the latter slip while keeping their careers intact?
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Chapter 5
Our relationship... Oh my god! I can't believe I'm in a relationship with Cole... has progressed well so far.
He brings me to his house on Friday night, and it happened impromptu because I was already spending the weekend with my parents before he called.
Still, I told Mom that my mates are organizing night classes once in a while. I hope she doesn't perceive the deceit.
Cole cooks dinner, and I watch him from the comfort of the living room with a smile as he moves around the kitchen.
I spend that entire weekend with him. I only go home during the afternoons to feed Mom more lies about night classes.
The weekend soon bows out into a new week.
It's already a week and a few days since Cole and I started dating. To celebrate that, I prepare breakfast in bed for him.
Cole, who was once going through his phone in bed, sees me coming with the food tray and immediately sits up.
"What do you have there?" he asks with a smile.
"Just a little something?" I respond, turning into a nervous and giggling mess as I hand the tray to him.
One look at the food and his eyes light up. "You didn't tell me you could cook, Lilac. This is so... unexpected."
"You better not get used to it, though."
Cole chuckles while looking into the yellow sticky note I gummed on the tray.
"You shouldn't always need sexual satisfaction, my love. You have to eat too. From your lovely student, Lilac," he reads out before looking at me with a smile and a 'you don't mean it' kinda expression.
"Eat and tell me your feedback. Don't let it get cold," I urge.
"Before that, let me take a quick picture." Cole captures the content of the tray with his phone. "Oh, could you please do something for me, Lilac?"
"What?"
Cole goes through his phone for a while, then hands it to me. "I just marked some files for the third years' lecture tomorrow. Please transfer them to my laptop, will you?"
"Okay."
I do as Cole says, while he tastes the food.
The laptop's screen faces him, so I watch his reaction from his reflection on the screen. And I don't miss the moment when he tightens his face.
I grow anxious. "Is uh... anything wrong with the food?" I ask.
I still watch his reflection as he quickly replaces the previous expression with a smile. "Oh, no. Nothing. Nothing at all."
I know he's lying, though. "Come on, just admit it." I turn to face him now. "Tell me the truth. Honest feedback helps in learning."
Cole shrugs. "Well, is this the first time you've ever cooked?"
I shrug, which means yes. Cole then bursts into laughter. I don't hesitate to do the same as well.
"I'll improve, don't worry," I assure him.
After breakfast and preparing for school, Cole takes me to a bus stop near school in his car.
For protective purposes, it wouldn't look right if a lecturer drove a student to school. Don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with it. But... people's minds tend to get twisted at the first glance of things.
In my case, I wouldn't blame them, since it actually is true.
Throughout the lecture, which isn't a Dr. Cole lecture, by the way, I keep thinking of several magical ways I could skip time to when Cole would finally walk through those doors and stand on that very podium.
I swear, he makes teaching look like foreplay, cos while he's standing there in his posh suit, all I think of are those lips of his wrapped around my nipples or those hands of his tracing every curve of my body. And right here in the class, I would wet my panties again with the fear of it marking a portion of my skirt.
Oh, what good times.
"Have a nice day, students," the professor finally says after the break alarm.
Everyone springs to their feet. Unlike Cole's lectures when I linger for the hall to empty out, I'm actually the first to start running down the steps.
However, I notice the weird looks on people's faces as they look from their cellphones to me.
"That's her?"
"It's her."
"I've seen her notebook before. It is her handwriting."
"Wait... she's fucking a lecturer? That's messed up."
Those are the whispers I hear as I run down. So I slow down a little in an attempt to grasp the situation, but then someone approaches me.
Not just anyone. It's one of the dean of faculty's PAs.
"Lilac Stone, correct?" he asks me.
I nod. "Yes, that's me."
"Come with me to the dean's office. Now." His voice sounded stern. My heart leaps a thousand miles at that.
Something is happening. Something BAD is happening. And I know it has to do with my relationship with Cole, which is something that we didn't intend to get out and should never have gotten out.
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The biopsy report slid across the cold metal desk, stamped with a brutal death sentence: advanced gastric cancer. Aretha had exactly ninety days left to live.
It was her twenty-sixth birthday, but her phone only rang with a furious call from her husband, Anders.
"Do you have any idea how much of a joke you made this family look like today? Post a public apology to Kelli right now."
He had completely forgotten her birthday, only caring that she skipped her adopted sister's yacht party.
When Aretha dragged her failing body back to the family estate, her biological mother slapped her across the face just for looking pale and embarrassing them in front of guests.
Seeing Aretha wasn't submitting to the usual abuse, Kelli deliberately threw herself down the stairs, playing the innocent, depressed victim.
Anders rushed in and shoved Aretha brutally against the wall to protect Kelli, while her biological father delivered his ultimate threat.
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Aretha wiped the blood from her chin and laughed. She publicly severed all ties with her family, whipped the signed divorce papers directly at Anders's face, and walked out into the freezing storm—ready to fight for her own life.