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In love with my best friend father

"Sandra, why did you wear that slutty clothes to the nightclub?" He asked her, anger flicking in his eyes. "You are a naughty girl," he murmured, before circling her and stopping suddenly to bite her hard on her ears. "That's for showing what's mine out!" Prof Tyler murmured before his right hand moved down to her fat ass and spanked her hard. "Argggggh," Sandra screamed. "You get treated like a slut if you act like one," Prof Tyler said while his big hands continued smacking the shit out of her ass. "I'm... so... sorry.. daddy," Sandra whimpered. Immediately after she murmured those words, Tyler's eyes zeroed in on her lips before he claimed her lips voraciously. "This is mine," He screamed while holding on tight to her ass. "And I don't want you showing other riff raffs what belongs to me!" He snapped * Dive into this gripping tale as Sandra faces the difficult task of confessing her relationship with her best friend's father. In the midst of this revelation, a surprising twist unfolds when Sandra discovers that Professor Tyler is a werewolf. Will their love story endure the weight of their hidden secrets, or will the revelations lead to its downfall?
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Chapter 3

Sandra Pov

The summer break ended yesterday and that's why I found myself preparing for school again. I tied my brown hair into a messy bun as I carried my bag. My cousin is waiting for me in her car as we attend the same school.

After I came to live with them, she has become my backbone and only support. She sneaks me out to parties and covers up for me a lot not to put me in trouble.

"Are you ready to rock school?' she asked excitedly.

"You know how much I hate going to school" I scoffed.

"It will be different this season. I can feel it already. Moreso, I heard from the frat party that I went to that there is a new hot teacher joining us."

"Okay, I can't wait to see who they are talking about" I replied as we drove to school.

The school compound was crowded as usual as students stormed in and out of the building. People were chattering and greeting each other as some had seen each other for a very long time. They got out of the car. "See you later", my cousin said, waving at me as soon as she sighted her friend.

I shook my head. I don't have any friends here, not because I don't want to, but people here see me as a nerd and no one wants to get along with a nerd and I can't blame them. After what happened to them, I put my social life to a halt and began to wear baggy clothes to school.

I bumped into a lady. "Hey I am sorry". I bent to help her with her books that were scattered on the floor.

"It's fine, I wasn't paying attention" she replied.

I haven't seen her before, meaning she must be a new student; I pass her book to her while I dust my own hand. "Sorry once again."

"My name is Avery; I am new here" she introduced herself.

"I am Sandra, nice meeting you." I introduced myself too.

"Do you mind showing me around the school as I don't know my way around here?" she pleads with her eyes.

"I don't mind at all", I smiled at her.

"Thank you so much, I have a feeling we will be best of friends", Avery said happily.

"Why would you want to be friends with a nerd?" I asked.

"Nonsense, your personality is not a barrier to us being friends" she answered as we both walked into the school building.

"Let me see your schedule" I asked, and she dipped her hand into her pocket, passing me the shit of paper.

"Good, we are having our first period together", I told her, passing it back to her.

"Good, nature to agree to our friendship" she rejoiced.

"You are weird", I informed her as I laughed.

We took out our books as we got ready for the lecturer to go inside. Just then, my boyfriend Ethan entered with his goons behind him.

He came to my side as he saw me. "Hey babe" he pecked my forehead as that was the only place I gave him access to.

"Hello to you too, I saved you a seat", I pointed at the empty seat beside me.

"Don't worry, I will be sitting with my friends today" he answered, referring to the guys that were with him.

I nodded "okay"

"Won't you introduce me to this beautiful lady beside you?"

"Ethan, meet Avery, Avery, meet my boyfriend Ethan". I introduced both of them to each other.

Ethan stretched forth his hand to take her hand as he kissed the back of her hand. "Nice meeting you"

I rolled my eyes. I know the kind of guy Ethan is, I know he flirts with anything in skirt, he doesn't care if I was there or not.

"Nice meeting you too", Avery replied.

Ethan went away with his friends, and I am glad he isn't going to be sitting down beside me because all he does is distract me by poking me every second with his pen.

"Good morning class", a voice yet a familiar one.

I will recognize the voices everywhere because they come to haunt me in my dreams. I raised my head up and standing in front of me was no other person than Tyler himself. I shook my head in disbelief, he couldn't possibly be the new teacher they were talking about. I watched him sniff the air and then his eyes started roaming about as if he was looking for something, but then his eyes found mine.

He seemed shocked to see me as his mouth opened and then closed again. We kept staring at each other until Avery nudged me by my shoulder. "What?" I asked.

"You are staring too much", she cautioned, and I looked around to see that the rest of the class was also looking at us. "Do you know him before?" she added.

"No" I lied

"Something tells me you are lying about the way both of you were looking at each other", she points out.

"Fine, he is my sister's boyfriend", I spat with disgust.

"And you are not in support of their relationship," she said.

"Not really, it's complicated", I answered truthfully.

"I know you just met me, but you can talk to me and I can assure you that your secret is safe with me" she insisted.

"It's nothing really", I responded.

She looked at me suspiciously but didn't say anything again. Tyler introduced himself to the rest of the class, but I didn't care why he had come here, he had come to flaunt his relationship with my sister. My sister also came here with him.

I was feeling uneasy as I remembered everything over again. "Are you sure you are okay?" Avery said, looking at me.

"I will be fine" I wasn't okay, and I could pretend to be

Students were asking Tyler questions about his life. The ladies were asking personal questions and I can't blame them. He is handsome and hot in the Armani suit he was wearing. If I wasn't angry, I would be drooling over him too.

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