Rosie's Obsession

Chapter 1 — Detty Dreams

I dipped my fingers into my slit.

Its warm mound welcomed the intrusion with unsurprising familiarity.

I moaned softly… eyes snapped shut as molten desire overcame me.

Licking my lips seductively—I arched my back in bed, keeping a steady rhythm.

In and out…

All the while imagining a pair of sleepy dark blue eyes, whispering sweet nothing's in my ears.

Always clad in an expensive tailored suit and tie.

A strong jawline that framed full pink lips, parting ever so slightly whenever he spoke.

For the three years I spent in college, I've dreamt about this man, touched myself at the thought of his face.

Night after night…

Imagined him with me, in every compromising situation I could think of.

Needed him in ways I could never say out loud.

And yet—

It wasn't enough.

I wanted the real thing.

I wanted more… but sadly.

This man was what you'd call “off limits.”

A taboo.

A forbidden epitome of raw, masculine allure.

This man…

Was my professor.

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Ring!!!

The shrill sound of the bell cut into my daydream sharply.

My body jerked upright, heart slamming wildly against my chest as reality came rushing back in.

Eyes wide awake and alert, scanning the rushing crowd in fright.

Voices.

Footsteps.

The scraping of chairs.

I blinked rapidly, trying to steady my breathing as I took in the crowded classroom.

I exhaled slowly, dragging a hand down my face.

It was just the bell signaling the end of school.

“Wipe that drool off your lips, Rosie.” My friend Lena admonished me.

I blushed scarlet red, quickly wiped it off, then I began putting my things into my bag.

“At this rate, I'm sure Mr Alfred just doesn't care what becomes of his students.” She groaned, tapping her feet impatiently.

I zipped up my bag and slung it over my shoulder.

It was that damn dream again.

Warm. Intense. Unsettling.

I swallowed slightly, shifting my grip on my bag.

Fucking stupid.

Just a dream?

Who was I kidding?

“I'm sorry Lena,” I apologized, falling into step with her as we left the classroom.

“Don't apologize to me Rosie, apologize to your poor math grade already, all you ever do is sleep through the whole class.” I winced slightly as she berated me.

My eyes roved around the hallways, packed with students laughing and talking.

Lena pushed the door open, stepping onto the school grounds, as she headed towards her ride home.

“It'll be a miracle if you manage to pass. And you know damn well, math is part of the must-pass subjects.”

I scratched my head sheepishly.

“I'll do my best—”

“That was the same thing you said about physics, further math and chemistry.”

She skidded to a stop in front of me.

“For f***s sake, those subjects are a must pass if you really want to go to E.A.” hands, firmly placed on her hips.

I wriggled my fingers awkwardly, staring at the floor. I suddenly felt like a stubborn child getting scolded by the parents.

“I'm just not good at it, Lena.” I whined.

She clicked her tongue in annoyance, then opened her bag, bringing out her books.

“Study these from time to time, okay?” She said, handing the books to me.

I nodded.

She shook her head and turned around walking away.

A black car stood waiting for her.

She slid in, waving at me as the car sped off down the road.

I glanced down at the books in my hands, thumb brushing over the edges absentmindedly.

Maybe Lena was right.

Maybe I needed to focus.

On school,

On reality,

On anything that wasn't… him.

I pulled the book closer to my chest and turned around to walk away.

My body connected with a hard one instead, causing the book in my hands to fall down.

“I'm so sorry,” I rushed out, bending down to pick up the papers strewn everywhere.

I heard the voice murmur a quiet sorry.

But I was too focused on picking up and dusting every single paper that I didn't notice the figure still stood exactly at the same spot.

I frowned slightly.

My eyes trailed from polished black shoes—

To tailored black trousers, a dark brown belt locked in place on a lean masculine waist.

A white button-up shirt, tucked into his pants and black tie.

I squinted at the harsh glare of the sun.

The figure stepped a bit closer, shielding my eyes from it.

Sharp jawline tucked softly drawing my gaze to lush pink lips.

My eyes widened.

Lips parted slightly in surprise as my honey brown eyes locked onto those sleepy, dark blue eyes.

The same eyes I'd been trying to forget for ages.

The same eyes I'd gazed at deep in my imaginations as I imagined him ruining me to the fullest.

The same eyes I was just dreaming about a few hours ago.

My forbidden desire.

My dark taboo.

The person that stood in front of me was none other than my professor.

Gareth Henry.