Mated To My Sexy professor

A Girl who Plays Around

Derek's POV.

I turned around, expecting to see the young woman from the night before, fast asleep on the bed. But to my surprise, she was nowhere to be found. I let out a frustrated hiss - this was the problem with one-night stands; they always seemed to vanish into thin air. I got up and knocked on the bathroom door, but there was no response.

With a growing sense of irritation, I opened the door, but she wasn't there either. I shook my head, realizing I was already running late. I didn't have time to waste searching for a stranger who had clearly moved on. I decided to focus on getting ready for my day and took my bath, trying to put the mysterious woman out of my mind.

After my bath, I couldn't shake off the lingering scent of her perfume on my skin. It was as if her presence still lingered, haunting me. I put on the same clothes I had worn the night before, feeling a bit disheveled but eager to get home and rest. But I knew it can only happen after I'm back from work.

I checked out of the hotel and got into my car, starting the engine and heading towards the school.

As I arrived at the school, the receptionist greeted me with a wave and a blush. I returned a perfunctory smile, my mind still preoccupied with the events of the previous night. I made my way to the classroom, where an uproar of noise assaulted my ears. I double-checked the class number to ensure I was in the right place. Upon entering, I was taken aback by the sight of a lady standing at the front, holding a packet of contraceptive pills.

Without hesitation, I strode over and took the packet from her hand, prompting the class to erupt in a chorus of "Good morning, Professor Danvers!"

I gazed at the packet of contraceptive pills in my hand, perplexed as to why a student would bring such a thing to class.

My frown deepened as I looked up to ask, "Who does this belong to?" in a tone that attempted to conceal my growing annoyance.

The room fell silent, with all eyes fixed on a figure in the back. I followed their gaze, and my heart skipped a beat as I gasped in recognition - it was the same woman from the previous night's encounter.

She stood up, her hands raised in a gesture of ownership, and our eyes locked in a tense moment of mutual acknowledgment. I hastily tried to play it cool, nonchalantly tossing the packet in her direction, but my attempt at subtlety was futile.

I could sense her approaching, her footsteps echoing through the silent room, and I struggled to maintain my composure, fighting the urge to glance in her direction.

As I set my books down on the desk, a realization hit me like a ton of bricks - she was taking contraceptive pills because of our encounter the night before. I slowly turned my head, trying not to draw attention to myself, and watched her walk away, feeling a pang of guilt and sympathy for her.

I knew I had to keep the incident under wraps, ensuring that no one in the classroom suspected a thing. The secrecy felt suffocating, but I knew it was necessary to protect us both from potential repercussions.

I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself and focus on the lesson at hand, all while wondering how this day could get any more complicated.

I turned to face the class, forcing a confident smile as I introduced myself. "My name is Derek Danvers, and I'll be guiding you through Literary Studies."

My voice was firm, but my eyes darted around the room, deliberately avoiding my one night stand. I strode to the board, scribbling down the names of the required books, my gaze flicking to the clock as I realized I had only two minutes left to spare.

"Sorry for the late start, class," I apologized, "but please make sure to get these books before the end of the day. I'll be sending out an assignment via the group chat, so keep an eye out for it.” The students murmured their acknowledgement, and I nodded curtly. With a swift gathering of my belongings, I beat a hasty retreat, still carefully avoiding eye contact with my one night stand who lingered in the back of the class, her presence a constant reminder of the secrets we shared.

I brought out my phone, my left hand tucked into my pocket and I leaned on the wall slightly, my legs crossed together. As I scroll through my social media and then I came across a viral hashtag: #InfidelitySaga, with posts and comments exposing Elena's cheating on Adam.

I let out a hiss, social media and their problems, I wanted to scroll past it but something caught my eyes and I zoomed in on the picture lo and behold it was the same lady who I had one night stand with! My eyes popped out when I saw the caption on the picture: w***e Elena! I gasped, Elena a w***e? Her name was Elena. What a beautiful name.

I scrolled further, reading the comments.

"I always knew Elena never loved Adam," someone wrote. Another comment caught my eye: "Thank you, Anna, for exposing her." The venomous words continued: "Elena is an i***t, how could she do this? Whore."

As nagging thought crept into my mind: what if the lady was holding the contraceptive pills was because of this? Had I unknowingly become entangled in someone's affair? The more I thought about it, the more I had questions. Was my student known for her promiscuity?

The thoughts swirled in my head, causing a throbbing ache. With a heavy sigh, I shoved my phone into my pocket, feeling overwhelmed. I need to rest my head for now.

As I rounded the corner, I caught the faint sound of hushed voices. I tried to ignore it, but my ears perked up when I recognized Elena's voice. Despite my initial reluctance, my curiosity got the better of me. I leaned against the wall, straining to listen, and what she said next made my eyes widen in disbelief.

I peeked around the corner, staring at her incredulously.