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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 4

Sandra Pov

    As soon as the bell rang indicating his class was over, I was happy because the torture of being in the same room as him was unbearable. I quickly closed my book, wanting to get out quickly as I wanted to avoid him at all costs.

"You seem to be in a hurry. Will you be able to show me around?" she asked.

"Of course, I just want to leave this class"

"Because of him" she looks toward his attention.

"Did something happen between both of you?"

"I wish" I murmured, but when I realized what I had just said, "I mean no, nothing happened."

"The look on your face already says it all, the chemistry between both of you is real," she said.

Was that obvious? Did the rest of the class also notice it? I know if they did, I won't hear the last of it.

I was stopped by Ethan, who came to my side again as he asked me if I was okay, and I looked nervous. "You are sweaty."

"It must be the clothes I am wearing" I lied.

"Are you sure? I noticed you changed immediately the lecturer entered", he said.

That was unlike him. He normally does not care about what happens to me, and I am used to that already. "I am fine, we will meet for lunch" I hugged him goodbye as I didn't want him questioning me any further.

I hurriedly left the class with Avery beside me. My next period was free, so I decided to use that opportunity to show her around school. As we walk around, I got to know more about her and, no doubt, we will be best of friends, as she said. She is funny but also knows what she is doing. We exchanged numbers promising to see each other after school before going home.

The rest of the hours were bearable as I didn't see him anywhere, which I am grateful for. I will be changing out of his class very soon because it won't be easy for me to change schools again in my last year. It was finally lunch hour. I went over to my boyfriend's table. I don't like coming here because that is where the school queen bee always loves to eat. She loves to bully me a lot when we are eating and Ethan will just sit and do nothing about it because he doesn't want to lose his reputation.

I looked, and I saw that Madison was here already with the smirk on her face. She was ready for me again. I don't know what I have ever done to her. "Here comes the lover girl" she said, referring to me.

I ignored her like I usually do and sat down with my food as I greeted the rest of them. They mumbled something back, but I didn't hear but choose to ignore it. Suddenly, my attention was drawn when she mentioned Tyler's name. She must have had his class too. She was telling them about her plan to seduce him and make him her sugar daddy.

I don't know when I hissed, but suddenly my food was drenched in juice. "Madison", I screamed at her.

"What" she yelled back.

"Why did you do this?" I asked as I looked at Ethan to say something on my behalf, but he didn't. Instead, he laughed too as they made fun of me.

"You are sitting at our table, can't you find yours or must you be a clingy girlfriend?" she said.

"Is that the reason you drenched my food?" she was beginning to get on my last nerves.

"You hissed at my words. Do you think you are pretty and that he will pick you over me like Ethan did?" she asked.

I was pissed as I stood up and drenched her clothes in my own juice. The fact she mentions Tyler not picking me makes me see red. She dragged me by my hair and I pulled her by hers too and started fighting with my so-called boyfriend for not interfering.

Avery came to where we were fighting and tried to talk me out of it. "Common Sandra, she isn't worth your time", she said.

"I need to teach her a lesson that it's not everyone she can bully", I punched her face.

"Look at her, she has got it already", she told me.

"What's going on here?" A voice stopped us.

"Nothing" I quickly replied. I don't want him to think I was jealous.

"I don't know what came over her", Madison replied, seductively adjusting her juice-stained clothes.

"Go clean yourself up and you better don't let me see both of you fighting again", Tyler said.

When he was talking to Madison, I had to check him out, and I saw that he hadn't changed at all. The feeling that I have for him came rushing back in. I will never be able to control them now that he is my lecturer again. "Are you okay?"

"Yes" coming back to my sense

"Are you hurt anywhere?" he asked again.

Now he cares if I am hurt. He should have thought about it when he chose my sister over me. "Thank you so much for your help". I thank him for choosing not to reply to his question. It wasn't Madison that hurt but him.

"Babe, are you okay?" Ethan came to my side as he wrapped one of his hands around my waist.

I faked a smile because I was mad at him, but I didn't want to show any weakness in front of Tyler. "This is my boyfriend, Ethan", I introduced him so that he could know that I had moved on.

He seemed taken aback by my outburst as his eyes changed from dark blue back to their original blue color. Hannah's eyes normally look like that whenever I am with her, especially when she is happy or angry. I kissed Ethan on his lips to prove a point before walking away fulfilled, the look on his face was enough for me.

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