Forbidden Temptations

Moving in 3

"What the hell are you doing in my suite, Dylan?"

"Oh, f**k!", the woman squeals as she grabs her clothes and rush outside the suite.

I didn't pay any attention to the woman who close the door shut. The almost naked man in front of me has me completely enthralled.

My eyes trace his well sclupted abs. He definitely has a Greek god body. In fascination I notice the tattoo of scorpio crawling on the left side of his chest.

My zodiac sign is a scorpio. The zodiac craze in me get excited

I clear my throat, and look away as an attempt to give him some modesty.

Dylan turn around and grab his hands, and my eyes land on the TV. Great, the woman forgot her pink bra.

"I don't know how hell you got here. But you need to leave now".

Dylan laughs at the command, making my blood boil.

When I look back at him in annoyance, I find his pants secured on it's place. "What's so funny? You're in my suite and I don't want you here".

"This is my suite, professor", Dylan retorts, "and I think the only person trespassing here is you

His patronizing smile is getting my nerves. I've been trying my best to ignore his existence for the last two weeks, and now here he is, half naked and banging another girl.

"This is Victor Gilbert's house, and I'm his girlfriend", I glare at my student. "And I'm pretty sure my boyfriend didn't mention having a roommate over here".

Dylan raise his eyebrows as his eyes narrows in displeasure. "So, you're my dad's girlfriend?"

"Wait .. your dad's"

His gaze travel down the length of my body and I fight the blush that's trying to creep into my cheeks.

"You're a lot younger than I expected", he comments.

I stare at my student in disbelief. There is no way... Dylan is clearly in his early twenties. I vaguely remember Victor telling me he has a son, but never the fact that his son is a grown ass man.

Can Dylan be lying? I mean Dylan is basically just 5 years younger than me.

"Frankly, I don't believe you" I frown at him. "I'll call Victor to verify your theory".

Dylan steps back and pass his hand through his hair. "Don't. Wait a minute—"

"Victor never told me anything about his son being home. In fact, he never talked about his son living with him".

I'm sure Victor would have told me before letting me walk into this mess.

I eye Dylan suspiciously as I take my phone out and pretend to type, "how am I supposed to believe you?".

"Please don't screw this up for me", he gives me an puppy eye from his irresistible ocean blue eyes.

"I seriously don't want to meet my father's girlfriend this way", he combs his hair with his hands and he turn his face sideways, a frown obvious on his eyebrows.

Against my better judgement, my eyes flow the moment of his biceps as he flex. I bite my lips as I reach down and grab his shirt from the floor, as an attempt to distract myself from his charm.

I hold out the shirt for him, "can you put this on?"

He turn his face back at me, a smirk curves on his lips as he contemplates me.When I give him a stern look, he chuckles.

He takes a step closer towards me, "am I distracting you professor"?

"What?", I take a step back, pretending not to get what he is talking about.

"You got me", Dylan takes another step closer. And this time I don't move back, I stay rooted on my place.

"Dylan..." my tongue curl around his name and his eyes follow it's movement.

"You're making thing very hard for me, beautiful", he wets his lips as he takes another step closer to me.

"Hard?". Instead of escaping from his invisible grasp, I let him come to me. I know I should push him away, but something in me is craving for his touch for an unknown reason.

It's as if he puts a spell on me.

Dylan leans towards me, gently pushing my lose long blonde hair behind my ear as he stare straight into my eyes. His eyes betrays the yearning he has for me.

"Yes. Very hard", he whispers in my ears. "I can't get you out of my mind since our last storeroom encounter".

The memory of succumbing into his passionate kiss floats back into my mind, breaking me from the trace he put on me.

I choughs as steps back to keep a safe distance from him. Have some self control, woman.

I glare at him as Dylan huff in frustration. Was he about to kiss me?

I push his shirt at his chest and this time he takes it. He puts back his shirt—giving me time to think straight— and then look at me coolly.

So what were we taking about....ah, yes.

"Why are you here?", I ask

Dylan's eyes are now filled with frustration as they meet mine forget green eyes. "I'm trying to surprise, dad. He doesn't know I'm moving in yet".

Whhattttt...he is moving here?

Now that's makes my new life mission 'ignore Dylan until the end of my life' very hard.

Especially when I was so excited and motivated in this mission.

"Do you have any proof to prove that Victor is your dad?"

I feel like not to bug him anymore on why he is moving here. I need stop my sudden curiousity to find out everything about Dylan.

He chuckles and points at the wall behind me. When I turn back I see a few framed photos hanging on the wall.

Photos I clearly missed when I first entered the suite because of a 'almost blinding' scenario.

I walk over and study the pictures to immediately recognise Victor.

Dylan follows me over and point at one picture, "that's me at my college graduation."

A shirtless picture of Dylan in the beach, which is located on the top catches my attention. He is wearing nothing but pants, showing off his irresistible torso.

I slight touch the corner of my lips to make sure I'm not drooling over him.

"That'd be dad and I on our trip to Bali and few summers ago." He says when he notice my undivided attention on that photo.

I tear my eyes away from him to notice that Victor was standing along side him on this picture all this time.

Shouldn't I be drooling over my boyfriend instead of his son?