Forbidden Love Of My Life

Stranger=Student

I wake up with a ringing headache and something heavy over my midriff.

The room I am in is too bright and too spacious to be mine.

Where am I ?

I squint my eyes against the brightness. The arm around my midriff tightens, bringing with it memories of last night .

“f**k you're so beautiful when you're begging me to come..”

“ Feel how hard your tight cunt is squeezing me?”

“ You taste soo good..”

Oh!

Oh!

The Adair Auction . Kevin. The art student. Art ! Last night !

Shit!

I turn my head to a sleeping Art. A piece of his dark hair in his face.My hands rise instinctively.

What are you doing ? You are not supposed to be here!

I jerk out of his arms and off the bed. Stilling for a moment when he turns in his bed.

I release a sigh when his eyes remain closed and hastily find my dress and put it on.

Quietly, very quietly and slowly, I tiptoed out of his bedroom surrounded by advanced technology I haven't seen anywhere before ..

Not even on T.V..

I grab my heels and quietly open the soundless door. Then quickly hightail it out of there before Art wakes up and catches me.

“ Am sorry, excuse me!”

I apologise to a worker charting cleaning supplies around for nearly bumping into her.

On second thought…

“ Can you point me in what direction I need to go? Am late for an important class.”

She peruses me with downturned lips before pointing in a direction.

I follow the winding hallways down a set of stairs I vaguely remember and curse myself once I make it outside.

Crap, how am I supposed to get my car now?

“ Ma’am.”

I recognize the valet the moment I turn . I accept the keys to my silver Toyota he offers with a deep felt thank you and drive out of there as if my tail is on fire.

This was a mistake. What was I thinking when I let this happen?..

I chide myself as I drive through the gates but before I make it out I catch a reflection of a pissed Art in slacks pinning my car with a look that can make it explode.

I shake off the shivers.

He's just in my head.

I check the time once I get to my modest house, twenty minutes away from the school campus.

Yes, I am that dedicated.

10:00 am.

Shit, I’m going to be an hour late for my first class of the semester if I don't hurry.

I rush out of my car to my door not bothering to turn it off and fumbling with my key.

“ Come on, come on!”

I groan. The door finally gives , just as my loud ringtone fills the silence, starling me .

The phone skips out of my hand but I manage to catch it before it falls.

I know who it is so I don't look before I answer.

“ Lily!”

I pull the phone away from my ears,climbing the stairs to my room.

“ Mom, I promise your dress is fine.”

Said dress catches on my door knob, tearing apart, the loud noise of it cutting through the silence.

I stare in disbelief .

“ Lily is that my dress?Lily you know how much I love that dress-”

“ -Mom , I am sorry I can't talk right now. Later, bye.”

“ Lily!”

I cut the line before she could say anymore and pulled the damaged dress off me hauntingly.

I'll freak about later..

I step into the shower and run through my morning routine in record breaking time.

A look in the mirror tells me I have multiple hickeys all over my neck.

A turtle neck won't do.

I begrudgingly grab my make-up kit from my cabinet and get to work.. Covering the hickeys up and dressing in my signature pencil skirt and dress shirt.

I throw on a sweater for extra measure and run down stairs to my car, locking my door behind me.

“ Morning Lily.”

“Morning Stacy.”

I greet my octogenarian neighbour as I drive to The University of Adair.

The University of Adair is the most prestigious school in the U.S.

Home to the kids of the wealthy and the alma-mater of the Jasmine Crookets and the Meryl Steeps of the world.

It has always been my dream to work here. And now that I do, I can hardly believe it. I get to do what I love and get paid handsomely for it?

Hell yeah, now the only thing missing is Micheal’s proposal and everything will be perfect.

My mind flashes with a mental image of Art thrusting into me. My thighs clench.

Now that was perfect.

I shut the thought down .

That was a mistake.

A mistake that won't happen again. A mistake Micheal will forgive me for once I confess and apologise.

I pull up in my parking spot . Moving swiftly through the large halls to get to the auditorium.

I stop In Front of the doors , taking in deep breaths to calm myself before entering.

The murmuring and whispering of the students quiets down as I walk in and straight to my desk tucked in a corner to drop my bag and books.

Today is my first English for a new semester, and though there will be a lot of new faces , I expect to see some of my old students.

Especially the shy student, who likes to sit in the back..

He never speaks in my class. I've been thinking of ways to help bring him out of his shy shell all through the summer break.

All eyes turn to me as I turn to address them. My eyes roam over them, taking in the new faces and the old ones.

I scout them for the shy student who usually wears the baseball cap in the back, surprised to see him in the front row this time.

But all the pleasantness of the surprise is snuffed out of me when he lifts his cap and a familiar set of stunning blue eyes meet mine.

This can't be happening..

I find it hard to breathe looking at him, so I look away, goose bumps breaking out on my skin.

I address the class once more..

“My name is Professor L-Lily Thatcher.”

I swallow..

“ And I will be your English professor for the semester.”