Accidentally His Student

He Knows

The world didn’t shatter, but it damn well tilted.

Liam stood in the doorway like a ghost I hadn’t summoned, smirking like he’d just won something. His eyes flicked from me to Adrian—and then lingered between my thighs, where his father’s body had been pressed just seconds ago.

I scrambled off the desk like it burned me, my legs shaking.

Adrian’s voice dropped low, razor-sharp. “Liam.”

“Dad,” Liam said again, louder this time. “Didn’t know you were getting… close with your students.”

The word dripped with venom. I wanted to vanish. Or punch him. Maybe both.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Adrian said, his tone suddenly all professor, cool and commanding. “This class isn’t on your schedule.”

“I was just passing by,” Liam replied with a shrug, stepping further into the room. “Didn’t expect to see Isla wrapped around you like an extra-credit assignment.”

My stomach turned. I clenched my fists, pulse pounding in my ears.

“I’m not doing this with you,” I said sharply, stepping toward the door.

“Oh, I think you are.” Liam’s eyes locked on mine, glittering with something dangerous. “How long, Isla? Days? Hours? Did you even wait until my bed got cold before you slid into his?”

“Enough.” Adrian stepped between us. His voice was low but lethal.

Liam laughed. “Of course you’d defend her. You always had a thing for broken girls, didn’t you?”

Adrian didn’t flinch, but I saw the tension in his jaw.

Liam tilted his head at me. “You should’ve told me you were into older men. I could’ve introduced you to my grandfather instead.”

I saw red.

“You cheated on me, Liam,” I snapped. “You treated me like a possession, not a person. Don’t act like you’re heartbroken. You just hate losing.”

The smirk vanished.

“You think he’s better?” Liam asked quietly. “You think he’s safe?”

That made me pause.

He turned to his father. “Are you going to tell her, or should I?”

Adrian’s expression shifted. I saw something flicker in his eyes—panic? Guilt?

“What is he talking about?” I asked.

Adrian didn’t answer.

Liam leaned in close to me. “You don’t know, do you?”

“Leave,” Adrian said, his voice suddenly rough.

But Liam was already walking out. “Enjoy your little secret romance. Just remember, Isla—when it all falls apart, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

The door slammed shut behind him.

Silence swallowed the room.

I turned slowly to face Adrian. My chest felt tight.

“What was he talking about?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

Adrian ran a hand through his hair, the first c***k in his polished façade. “It’s complicated.”

“Try me.”

“I can’t explain it right now.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re my student,” he said harshly. “And because if I tell you everything, I might lose you before I ever really have you.”

I stared at him, stunned.

That wasn’t the answer I expected.

“I don’t even know who you are,” I whispered.

He stepped closer. “You know more than you think. And what we shared… that night… wasn’t nothing.”

“Then tell me the truth.”

But he didn’t. Instead, he looked at me like he was already mourning what we could have been.

“I’ll see you in class next week,” he said tightly, gathering his papers.

I stood frozen, my chest aching, my mind spinning.

What the hell was I doing?

I rushed out of the room before I did something stupid—again.

The hallway was bright and loud, but everything felt distant. I barely noticed the students passing by, the chatter, or the buzz. I was still tasting Adrian’s mouth, still feeling Liam’s stare like a knife in my back.

I pulled out my phone, my fingers trembling.

One text from Liam sat unread.

You’re not ready for the truth. But you’ll find it. Sooner or later.

I deleted it. Then blocked his number. Again.

But the damage was already done.

That night, I couldn’t sleep.

Adrian’s voice kept echoing in my head. If I tell you everything, I might lose you.

Lose me to what?

To fear? To the past?

Or to whatever secret the Wolfe men had buried beneath their last name?

I tossed in bed, blankets tangled, skin still hot from his touch.

Finally, I gave in and grabbed my laptop. I opened a blank document.

If I couldn’t sleep, I could at least write. That’s what Adrian said in class—“Bleed on the page or don’t bother showing up.”

So I bled.

I wrote about him. About Liam. About secrets I wasn’t supposed to know and feelings I wasn’t supposed to feel.

I wrote until my hands ached.

And when I finally hit save, I titled the piece:

“The Man I Shouldn’t Want.”

Then I closed the laptop, turned off the light, and screamed when I saw the figure standing outside my window.