Mated To My Sexy professor

A Disappointing Mixer

Elena's POV.

I grabbed my bag and stormed out of the classroom, but Mercy's voice halted me.

"Elena, wait!" she called out, and I could hear footsteps behind me. I was done with this situation, it was time for action, but before I could turn around, Mercy intervened.

"Elena, you need to stay calm," she said, and I felt a hand on my arm, pulling me back. I turned to face them, my anger and frustration boiling over.

"Have you seen the news?" I exclaimed, my voice rising. "She's taken her madness public, posting it all over social media!" I shook my head, feeling overwhelmed. Mercy tried to embrace me, urging me to calm down, but I pulled away, my mind racing.

"You don't understand the gravity of this situation," I said, my hand on my forehead, trying to process the chaos that was unfolding. "Stay calm and think, Elena," Mercy said, her voice tinged with concern.

I shook my head. "Adam cheated on me first, but the story is changing.”

I heard a gasp, and Mercy and I exchanged a startled glance.

"You heard it right," I confirmed. "Someone's there?" I asked.

Mercy spoke up, "No one's there, Elena."

I was hesitant, my gaze darting around, maybe I was then overthinking with a sigh I nodded, facing her.

"Yes, I had s*x with a stranger last night, but that was because I was trying to lash out at Adam's betrayal. Instead of confronting them, I took out my anger on someone else."

I leaned back against the wall, my hands still on my forehead, my face contorted in worry. Mercy's expression softened.

"I believe you, Elena. You were just trying to mask your pain. And I'm pretty sure yesterday wasn't the first time they kissed. They've been having an affair for a while now, but we were too blind to see it."

I nodded in agreement. "That's why she's always pushing us to visit Adam. I'm sure they would make out in the bathroom while we were oblivious." The mere thought of it reignited my anger.

"That's not the problem right now," Mercy said, and I nodded in agreement.

"That's why I want to go there and confront her, make her tell the truth," I said, my anger simmering.

Mercy shook her head, "You can't, Anna will twist the story again. She'll say you bullied her or call you a mad woman."

I nodded, knowing Mercy was right. Anna had a talent for spinning narratives to her advantage.

"What do we do? We don't have evidence that Adam cheated first, and worst of all, with my close friend..." I trailed off, as I heard a loud crash echoed through the hallway, making us both jump.

"Who's there?" I called out, but the silence was deafening. I gestured for Mercy to wait, and she nodded. I began to tiptoe towards the entrance, my heart racing with anticipation. When I reached the doorway, I found no one in sight. I let out a sigh of relief, but it was short-lived.

My eyes landed on a broken vase, and I knelt down to examine it. "What happened?" Mercy asked, her voice laced with concern. I turned to her, holding up the broken pieces.

"Someone was spying on us," I said, my voice laced with sadness. I gently placed the shards on the floor.

"Who do you think would spy on us?" Mercy asked, her eyes narrowed in concern.

"Obviously, Anna," I replied, my voice laced with disdain.

"She's unspeakable," Mercy agreed, her expression mirroring my disgust. "Let's go home," she suggested, and I nodded, too exhausted to argue. We got a cab and headed to our hostel.

She pulled me up, and we trudged upstairs, my legs heavy with emotional weight. I collapsed onto my bed, staring at the ceiling.

"Come on, Elena, smile," Mercy said, trying to lift my spirits. I sat up, my face still etched with worry.

"I wish I could, but Anna's already one step ahead. She knows our plan to expose her, and she'll be even more cautious now."

I covered my face with my hands, feeling the weight of the situation bearing down on me.

Mercy sat up close to me, her eyes sparkling.

"Enough of this Adam drama, let's go out and have some fun!" she exclaimed, her voice firm but encouraging.

I lay back, shaking my head. "Mercy, I'm not in the mood," I protested, but she wasn't having it. She pulled me up, her grip firm but gentle.

"I'm not asking you, I'm telling you," she said, standing up and towering over me.

I sat up, pouting, "Mercy, I'm really not in the mood." But she just flung some clothes at me, her expression unyielding.

"I don't care, all I know is that we're going out, and you're coming with me!" she declared, her tone brooking no argument.

Mercy pulled me up and pushed me towards the bathroom, locking the door behind me. "Get dressed or you'll stay there forever!" she yelled, her voice laced with a hint of playful exasperation.

With a sigh, I relented, changing into the strapless mini black gown she had chosen for me.

"Mercy, I'm done," I announced, and she opened the door, beaming with approval.

"You're amazing!" she exclaimed, and I rolled my eyes, walking past her and she chuckled. I curled my hair and spritzed on some perfume, while Mercy got dressed in her own outfit.

"This is a new club, you'll love it," Mercy said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "There's a mixer today, and it'll be so much fun!" I rolled my eyes good-naturedly, but she was undeterred.

We boarded a cab and drove off, arriving at the club a short while later. As we stepped inside, I was taken aback - it was the same club where I had met Professor Derek!

I made my way to the counter, surrounded by the vibrant atmosphere and the chatter of young people from different social circles.

"Vodka, please," I requested, taking a seat at the bar. The bartender handed me a glass, and I began to sip my drink.

Mercy leaned in and whispered, "I'll be right back," and I nodded, watching as she disappeared into the crowd.

As much as I hated to admit it, I was bored. The club's familiar setting reminded me of Professor Derek, and my gaze drifted to the spot where we first met. With a sigh, I stood up, searching for Mercy, but she was too caught up in the moment, grinding on a guy on the dance floor.

Not wanting to spoil her fun, I decided to step out for some fresh air. As I opened the door, I froze, coming face-to-face with an infuriated Adam! His eyes blazed with anger, and his tense stance radiated hostility. My heart raced, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

What was he doing here? And why did he look so furious?