Forbidden Temptations

Mommy?

The picture definitely show some family resemblance. Like their dark hair, straight nose etc.

I still can't warp my mind around the fact how little I know about Victor's family background. I don't know the reason why he got divorced.

I didn't know he had a college hunk for a son. I obviously thought his son was a teenager who is living with his mom.

"Believe me, now, beautiful?" Dylan whispers into my ears, sending shutters down my spine.

I turn towards him only he find out he is standing just a few inches away from me with a devilish smile on his face.

"Y... yes," I shutter at our close proximity.

"Hmm." His devilish smirk turn into a devilish smile when he notice how easily my body responds to him.

I stumble away from him before he gets a chance to intoxicate me with his masculine spell. "Don't do that," I snap.

He press his lips together as if he is suppressing a smile, his eyes are twinkling in amusement.

I ignore him and walk towards the door, where I kept my suitcase. "Where is Victor's room?"

Dylan leisurely leans against the wall, smiling as he takes his sweet time to answer. "The door on your left"

Shooting him my last signature glare, I storm towards the door on the left as he said.

But when I open the door, I go insane. I find a luxurious bathroom instead of a luxurious bedroom.

"f**k, you Dylan. This is the freaking bathroom." I roar.

Dylan burst out of laughter. "I'm going to store your expression forever in my mental camera."

If glares could kill, I'm sure he would have been a victim of very brutal crime. "Dylan."

"Fine," he supress his laughter by biting his lower lips. "But you should have seen the look in your face." And then he start laughing again.

I lean against the wall with my hands crossed over my chest, giving him time to stop laughing while I glare at him as I think of 1111th way to kick his butt off this 60 store hotel.

Finally when he is done laughing, he points at the door down the hallway behind him. "The second door on the hallway."

I narrow my eyes at him skeptically.

He chuckles as he shoots me a wink, "don't you trust me, beautiful?"

I shake my head in annoyance and storm towards the second door down the hallway. He is betting on his life to prank me.

If he fools me this time, his gorgeous butt will me flying off the building.

Thankfully for his butt, this time the door opens to a bedroom.

Maybe earth doesn't want to lose such a amazing butt?

Without sparing him another glare, I go into my new bedroom and start to unpack.

The next morning I wake up in Victor's hotel suite for the first time. But something about this massive bed all to myself makes me feel strange and bamboozled.

Is this how every morning is going to be? Alone?

I reach over to the nightstand and grab my cellphone. There is no new text for call from Victor.

I can't believe he didn't even text me since our last conversation yesterday. Instead of pondering over it a lot, I decide to text him inside.

Me : The best in comfortable.

I wait for a few minutes but no reply seems to be coming.

After getting ready, I'm about to stuff my phone into my bag when it start to buzz from an incoming text.

It's from Victor.

Victor : I'm in a meeting right now.

Victor : glad to see you settling well.

Why is he so curt to me?

I sigh and stuff the phone into my bag and start the Monday. Maybe I should grab breakfast with Dylan?

—30 minutes later—

I'm scanning the surrounding as I sit on the cafe of the hotel with Dylan.

"This is fancier than I thought".

"That's my dad for you", Dylan who is sitting opposite to me says with no particular emotion on his face, "he wants nothing but the best".

I remember the amazing bed of the suite, "I second that".

As the waiter bring our breakfast order, Dylan's face go pale when he notice something or someone behind me, "f*****g Christ".

"What's wrong?", feeling confused, I tried turn my head backward to follow his line of sight but Dylan immediately grab my waist to prevent me from doing so.

"Don't look", he command. A tad tense obviously raspy voice.

"What is it?"

"It is nothing".

The way he acting js only adding fuel to my fire of curiousity. I pull hand from his grasp and turn my head. Walking into the building a familiar young women wearing a staff uniform.

As if sensing my gaze of her, she looks up and freezes when she sees me.

Her eyes flickers to Dylan, before a deep red blush colors her face.

"What is 'girlfriend' Caroline doing here?" I turn my attention back Dylan, looking at him with a teasing smile of my face.

But he doesn't look like he is in a mood for a witty comeback. His jaw is clenched as if tensed. "Now look what you did. What if she comes over", slight panic is obviously in his face.

I turn my head back to Caroline again and watch her quickly scurries away from the restaurant. I glace back at Dylan in confusion, "what's the deal?".

"You really don't get it?". He looks relieved but slightly mortified by my question.

"No. Are you scared that your 'girlfriend' will see you having a 'date' with your dad's girlfriend?"

Dylan rolls his eyes, a small smirk on his face. "Is this your way of trying to hint that you wanna date me? Because it can certainly happen."

I give him a stern glace, even through I can feel butterflies in my stomach at his raspy playful voice. "You wish".

"Oh, I actually do" he comments with no shame.

I clear my throat. "Back to the topic on 'your girlfriend', young man".

He is really good at changing conversation using flirting. I got to note that down.

"First of all, she isn't my girlfriend", he looks straight into my eyes as if it's important for him to clear the air.

"I doesn't matter". I lie, even if I've been wondering what their relationship.

"If you say so", Dylan winks.

"Dylan, get to the topic. Why were you acting strange when you saw her? Should I be concerned?after all she is my student".

"Well, last time you saw her she wasn't exactly wearing anything". Dylan rubs his nape, he look mortified of something.

I bite my lips and memory finally flicks into my mind. "The brunette you banged yesterday when I walk into the suite was Caroline?"

"Yes. It's not my proudest momens". He says with sheepish smile. Dylan who is always so sure of himself, is now mortified and uncertain. That's freshly entertaining.

"Then, what was your proudest moment, Mr Gilbert." I tease.

"I've a few." He shrug nonchalantly.

But when his eyes meet mine, his lips curve into a 'up to no good' smirk. "But I'm sure making you scream my name on bed will be on top of the list, professor."

"Dylan!" I shoot him my signature glare.

"Kidding," he chuckles as he holds up his hand in defence. "But it'll be hard to ignore her since she works here".

"She work here?" I ask abruptly in shock.

Students studying in Cornell academy comes from rich families. Why would she work then? Is she trying to gain some experience? But judging from her attitude, it doesn't seem to be the case. Maybe she is a scholarship student? Or is she just trying to get close to Dylan?

"Yes, she is one of the receptionist here".

"Hmm.." I rub my temples, deep in thought. "Was she the one who you f****d in the empty classroom at college just five minutes before you kissed me?"

Dylan laughs at my enthusiastic confidence. "No, it was Amara".

Christ. His list of woman is getting longer by hour or what.

Oh god. Are we sure he doesn't have any STDs. I sigh, not understanding why it bothers me.

"Let's dig in. Or breakfast will be cold", Dylan speaks up as if trying to break the sudden silence.

I nod, still staying silent.

"What? Are you scared my dad will find out about the face you kissed me", He asks with his playful husky voice and a devilish smile.

Something tells me he is so excited about that kiss I'm desperately trying to forget

"That kiss was a mistake". I glare at my student.

"Keep telling that to yourself. We both know your body wants more". He retorts, as if he doesn't like the fact that I consider our kiss as a mistake.

"And don't worry, my dad will be banging some hotel receptionist as we speak", Dylan continues, "maybe it's another family resemblance we have".

"Umm...actually your father and I agreed on an open relationship".

"You can't be serious", his delicious lips part in shock.

"I'm perfectly serious".

Dylan chuckles, "damn, I got to hand it to him. He is a manipulation son of a bit—"

I interrupt, "no, he is not".

"Yes, he is", Dylan speaks with his jaw clench. I don't know if he is angry with his dad or me.

"He can have you whenever he want, plus she gets to throw his money around different women every night". Dylan's eyes connects mine, I can see flames of anger in them. " How's it not manipulation?"

I sigh. I'm not going to explain our relationship with him. "It goes both ways, you know".

I take the last bite from my breakfast before replying, "I can sleep with whomever I want".

I pull out my phone to check the time. "I've to go.".

"College is just a 10 minutes ride from here", Dylan says as he casually lean against his chair.

"Unlike you, I've a bus to catch. Bye" I throw some money at the table and stand up to leave. But Dylan's catches my hand, preventing me from leaving.

"We go to the same college, professor. Let me give you a ride". His playful smirk tell me he is upto no good.