Teach Me, Professor Daddy!

Chapter 2: Professor

My eyes narrowed as I whimpered from the bright rays of the morning sun kissing my face. I tried to focus my blurry gaze on what was in front of me. Luxurious wooden ceiling with carvings of leaf, I was immediately pulled out of my sleepiness when I realized something.

My body rise right away and was totally agape from the memories of me insanely grinding against the body of some stranger. “Oh shit.”

I covered my lips to avoid letting out loud gasps and slowly turned to the snoring beast beside me. “f**k,” I whispered as my eyes make contact with his stripped muscular physique.

I gulped and got off the bed slowly, hoping the man would not budge from my disturbance of his slumber. I bit my lip as I tiptoed, avoiding to make any creaks on this tiled floor as I picked up my scattered clothes.

With haste, I put them on me not reminding the few ripped on the edges. I groaned and cursed inside my head as I reminisced about our rough night. “f*****g gorgeous,” I mutter beneath my breath as I stare at the sleeping beast, “But father dearest will surely kill me if he'll learn this.”

Yeah right, he will f*****g kill me for sleeping with someone almost twice my f*****g age.

I gathered all of my composure, went to the door and left immediately without taking a look back. I left, leaving only my innocence and dignity in his grasp.

***

3 years later...

I went downstairs to greet my father.

“Good morning, Pa.” His smile wrinkled his almost-aged face as I kissed him on his cheeks.

“Is today your first class for your last semester?”

I nod, giving him my sweet smile. “Yes, Pa.” My father has been raising me alone for the past 22 years since my mother died. Although we're incomplete, he had always assured me that I had the best life possible.

“Okay then,” he smiled and pulled out something from his pocket. “Make sure you eat before driving.”

“Hm?” I couldn't help but furrow my brows. “What do you mean—” I gasped and covered my mouth upon realizing.

Then I saw the key of the limited edition Porsche I told him last month. He gave it to me and I immediately hugged him with joy. “Oh my gosh! Graciás, Pa!” This has been my lifelong request! Finally, he gave me permission to drive!

I told my best friend Aiah about my father's gift, and how I was finally free to roam around the city without my driver disturbing my space. But the b***h was too preoccupied with her phone, her fingers almost fidgeting from typing on her screen.

I snapped my fingers as I reached her. “Aiah, are you even listening?”

“Huh?” She turned to me, furrowed brows.

I rolled my eyes. Yeah right, whatever. “What is that anyway? Why are you so occupied?”

Her eyes glowed as she moved closer to me. “You wouldn't believe it, a new professor is coming. And you know what else?” Her mouth slightly parted with awe and her eyes twinkle with excitement.

“What?” I raised a brow.

“He's hot, gorgeous, well-built, rich, intelligent. He's almost perfect!”

“So?”

Her mouth gape from my senseless question. She scoffed. “For real, Samantha?" Excitement dried in her eyes as she rolled it at me.

I shrugged. “I'm sure he's old though, what are you so excited about?” I reached for my water on the floor and started sipping it.

“So what? As long as his d**k works.”

“s**t—”

I cursed as I choked on her unfiltered words. The water spills on my shirt. “What the hell!” I hit her arm as she laughed from my mess.

Now I'm soaked! For Pete's sake I am only wearing my beige n****e pad!

“b***h acting like she never suck a d**k before!” She rolled her eyes. “Go dry yourself before our new Professor arrives,” she said in humor as she offered her jacket, but I only glared at her in response.

I stood and went to the entrance. I was about to get out when the door suddenly swung open. Revealing a man in his well-tailored suit, with vigor against his stance.

“Where do you think you're going?” I stopped and remained there, almost against the obvious hard chest in my front. “Return to your seat, Ms. Delfuego,” he commanded, stern and low.

I furrowed my brows from the dark tone commanding me.

The rasping familiar voice sends shiver down my spine as my ears travel to find out from whose voice it belongs in the past. My eyes widened and I inwardly gasped as I remember that soothing voice. Moan filled with pleasure crashed in my memories like waves.

'Daddy...' s**t!

I blinked twice to pull myself away from solidifying. And with courage, I filled myself, I looked up to meet his blazing gaze. My lips parted from the familiar handsome face that met my eyes. Oh God.

I was completely submerge in my own heartbeat as my eyes confirmed. His chiseled jawline, lips, pointed nose, and clean slick hair. It's him...

Fuck s**t. Is this another f*****g dream?

What the h-hell is he doing here?

I gulped as his eyes trailed down my chest sending heat to my almost visible breast. His brows furrowed upon seeing my wet shirt and lick the side of his lips as he stared. His face remained dark, his jaw tightened like I did something horrible to upset him.

“Nevermind. Go change and see me after this. You owe yourself a punishment.”

I didn't move and remained still in the doorway with my beating heart veiling through my whole body. I tried to slow my rapid breath, hoping to calm the butterfly effects in my tummy. Samantha Del Fuego, estupida!

“Why aren't you moving?” He tilted his head and raise his left brow, leaving a dark and dominant impression on his face.

I gulped the lump in my throat from his stare. Why am I not moving?

The new professor took a step closer, narrowing the gap between us. He bent down his head a little bit and I was praying the whole time that whoever had heard me should just pull me away from this man.

“I can almost see your breast, bambina. You don't want your professor to go insane in front of his students, do you?” he whispered through my heated ears and gave my earlobe a sudden quick lick.