Our forbidden romance

Chapter3

Two months later.

For someone who was getting her birthday in two weeks, I was the least excited. Maybe cause my birthdays happened to be a recurring event of being sad each year, I didn't look towards it. Christian on the other hand, seemed to be more exited about it, than I was.

"Have you seen Angelina?" I stared at Christian with a raised eyebrow, seeing that those were his first words to me, as he rushed to sit beside me.

"Hunter's girlfriend?" I asked him.

"Yes duh? Hunter's girlfriend. Don't tell me you're still pained the two are together?" Christian blurted out.

"What? Not even the slightest." It was clearly evident in my voice that I was denying the inevitable. "First of all, I'm not pained, second of all, Hunter can be with whoever he wants to." I told Christian. "Just because he was my first crush when I got into Sinclair university, doesn't mean I'm pained. If at all I am, I just believe he deserves someone better. Not someone...mean." I told Christian truthfully. "And what happened to Angelina?" I furthered asked my question, as this time around I was even more curious.

"Her boobs." I almost face palmed myself at Christian's so called detailed words.

"What happened to Angelina's boobs, Christian?" I asked more clearly.

"They say she got a boob job, some even said, they believed she was pregnant for her boobs to have gotten that bigger and fuller."

Okay, wait what?

"And have you seen it?" I asked Christian to be precise.

"Not yet, I haven't, but I believe...I will," I noticed Christian begin to slur on his words, as that took me find the reason, only to follow his gaze and my mouth dropped open.

"Good God." The words flew out of my mouth on their own, as I saw whom Christian spoke about, Angelina, walk into the class. Every word Christian said was true, though I didn't know which it was, amongst Angelina having a boob job or being pregnant, but her boobs were bigger and fuller. To top it all, she knew what she was doing, when she decided to wear an open cleavage top, that displayed their fullness.

I won't lie, even I that wasn't a man, found it extremely attractive, that I didn't know when I looked down on my own boobs, to see it hardly peeing out from the top I wore.

Stop it Annabella. Stop that.

Immediately, I took myself off the trance of wanting to compare myself with her, knowing we were two different people, from two different backgrounds. Along side Angelina that walked in, were her two friends, Madeline and Cassie, more like minions if you ask me, as they took their seat in the lecture room. Other students also filled the classroom, but believe me when I say, Angelina was the topic of everyone that came in.

Just what she was after.

"I heard the new professor is damn handsome,"

"I literally had an orgasm just staring at him. He looks like a Greek God. I can't believe he'll be taking us."

"Oh I'm so going to flirt with him,"

My gaze moved to merge with Christian's own, hoping to confirm that I wasn't the only one who heard what I did hear from Angelina's minions.

"We have a new Professor?" I asked Christian with a raised brow, whereas, he also looked as perplexed as I was.

"Seems so," Was all he said, before both our gazes went back to pay more attention to what they were saying. I hoped to hear more, especially from Angelina, but she didn't add to a word on what the other two said, rather she was fixed on her phone, typing.

"I'm certain he's not as good looking as you're all hyping him to be." Angelina finally joined their conversation. One would think, there was an award to be given, with how stern and solemn, Christian and I were at their conversation. And it was easy to hear, because they neither tried to hide it nor were they far from us.

"Oh I'm telling you Angelina, he's much more good looking than Shawn." As though, she had just been confronted, Angelina's face went sour, and even Maddie who made the statement, knew she had passed a boundary by saying what she said.

After all, Angelina controlled them.

"It seems we have a new Professor." Christian spoke.

"If that's true, what could have happened to Professor Gurebb?" I added. I liked professor Guerebb. Unlike other professors at the university, whom made it seem as though we had to learn to earn a living, which was true, but, professor Guerebb made it easy to actually assimilate Business law, which she took us. And in all of Business Administration department, I could say she was my favorite.

My thoughts was cut short when I saw a man walk into the class, as at the same time, the pen I was holding in my hand, had also fallen due to me deep in thoughts. All I could hear was whispers and murmurs from the class, while my head was still down trying to get my pen that had fallen.

"Good morning Everyone. I'm professor Dylan Ellison and I'll be taking you Buisness law from now on." I heard the voice of the man, whom I presumed was the one who walked into the class, while I still battled to get my pen quickly and look up. "I know you are familiar with Professor Guerebb, but she is currently on a sick bed, and would need your warm wishes to help her recover. Pending that time, I'll be taking you on Business law." The voice deep yet calm, as even if I hadn't seen the new professor, the aura that came with his effortless speaking, felt soothing.

Finally, I was able to reach where my pen had fallen, and rose my head to see who our new professor was.

"I'll continue from where Professor Guerebb stopped. I do believe that's fine with the whole class." My gaze landed on the new professor, whereas, I couldn't lie and say Madison and Cassie were not right about their description of him, for indeed he did look different from the other Professors.

For a professor, he looked too young to be one. One which could be mistaken to even be a freshman at a college, and only his style would ditch him out, based on the brown pant trouser and white turtle neck, along with a brown long sleeved jacket to fair with the harsh winter.

With my gaze on the new Professor, I could not help but wonder what it was that felt familiar about him, as though I had seen him before or I had encountered him before. I tired to wash away the feeling of having met him somewhere, whereas something kept tugging in me of the resemblance I got from Professor Ellison.

"Can anyone give me a hint, 'with the word protection' when it came to Business Law?" Professor Ellison asked the class, as that word suddenly erupted a feeling of anger inside of me.

Protection?

The word, Professor Ellison's face. Why did they all sound familiar?

'Oh and you don't need to worry, I used Protection.'

Holy s**t!

Holy mother of creation!

Shit! s**t! s**t!

No! No! No! It can't be. It shouldn't be.

It should be him. It shouldn't be Professor Ellison.

And suddenly, the event of two months ago slowly creeped into my memory of recognizing that, Professor Ellison was the stranger, I had a one night stand with.

I had a one night stand with my Professor.

Shit. I was screwed.

"Anna, are you okay?"

Why did it have to be him? Why did he have to be the new professor?

"Anna,"

"Anna," I felt a nudge beside me, as that took me out of the trance I was in, to see Christian with a worried gaze at me. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" He whispered, not wanting it obvious that we were indeed talking, while a lecture was going on.

"Yeah...I...I just..."

"Incase, I hadn't mentioned this earlier, I dislike whispers, noise or any form of distraction, while I take my lecture." My words are cut short, as my gaze moved from that of Christian back to Professor Ellison to find out that he was directing his words towards us, whereas he stared vividly at Christian, before I watched his gaze move to mine.

As though, time had stopped for a minute, I and professor Ellison's gaze merged together, whereas goosebumps filled my whole body, either knowing if he recognized or not. But what I did know was that, his gaze lingered on mine for a second.

"And you are?" Professor Ellison turned to his gaze back to Christian.

"Christian...I'm Christian Smith." Christian introduce himself, before Professor Ellison's gaze turned to me.

"My...my name?" I didn't know how I stuttered, but Professor Ellison didn't bother to answer my question, letting me know he was indeed asking of my name. "Annabella Davis." A hard gulp went down my throat as I spoke, for with that, Professor Ellison's gaze went back to his materials.

"Mr Smith and Miss Davis, I'd urge you to leave your personal affairs outside the class and not distract my lecture." Professor Ellison didn't bother to raise his gaze as he spoke, giving me a strong doubt, of knowing if he recognized me or not. And I swear, that swirled my insides badly, that I couldn't concentrate.

Professor Ellison continued with his lecture, as I continued to watch him take the class, and with every step and word commenced, all drove my memories back to the other night. My memory as clear as day, as I recalled every detail of what took place two months ago.

It was wrong and I wasn't supposed to be thinking of such, but I couldn't help but remember how my body felt underneath his, the way he nibbled on my br***t, grabbed my hips and kissed me passionately. And no matter, how much I tried to lie and deny it, those feelings got something dripping in between my legs.

Shit! What was wrong with me?

As much as I tried to forget what happened the other night, it kept coming back even more, that I started to feel my body get aroused, while seeing Professor Ellison continue to take the class effortlessly. Different from how he was the other night, as who stood in front me looking solemn, whereas the other night, my body felt like the only thing that mattered to him.

And no matter how I tried to deny it, I knew there was going to be serious trouble between I and Professor Ellison.

With my gaze still on professor Ellison, I watched his gaze move upward and merge back with mine, and just for a brief moment, just a second, I thought I saw a bit of lust also present in his eyes.