A Sinful Obsession with my Step-Daddy

Chapter 10- No, Professor

~Katherine

"Sit the f**k down right now," Liam said sternly, pointing a finger toward the empty chair. He whipped out his phone and shoved the screen right in my face. "Who is this? Who are you f*****g, Katherine?"

I felt my heart sink straight into my stomach for a second. 'Did he find out about Bruce?' No, that was impossible. Nobody knew about that night.

I forced myself to look at the picture on the screen and instantly realized who he was talking about. I let out a massive sigh of relief. It was a photo of me and Hudson at the campus yesterday.

Nevaeh was sitting next to him, smiling from ear to ear. She couldn't hide her excitement if she tried.

"I'm not f*****g him!" I said, holding both my hands up in the air defensively.

Liam leaned even closer across the table. "Babe, this man is a total bundle of hot and sexy. Look at the way he is looking at you in this shot. He is obviously completely in love."

"Who is he?" Nevaeh leaned in, practically vibrating. "Tell us right now!"

"He's my new stepbrother, guys," I whispered, shaking my head. "That's Hudson Carter. Bruce Carter's son."

"Wait," Liam gasped, his eyes going wide. "You're telling me that this absolute god is the kid of the man your mum is about to marry?"

I nodded. "Yep."

"s**t," Liam snapped, slumping back. "What a total waste." Then, a sudden twinkle appeared in his eye, and a wicked smirk crossed his face. "Well, not entirely a waste. You guys aren't even blood-related, so you could still f**k if you wanted to."

"What the f**k!" I mouthed loudly.

I looked around the cafe, my face burning as several patrons turned their heads to stare at me and my loudmouthed friends. I stared absolute daggers at them both.

"Out. Now!" I ordered.

They both slumped their shoulders like bad kids who were about to get punished, but they didn't leave the table.

"You know, everyone on campus is talking about you and Hudson," Nevaeh said, changing the subject. "Hot-son, if I may."

I was stunned by how fast she came up with that nickname. "First of all, no, you may not. Secondly, talking about us why?"

Nevaeh sighed exasperatedly, rolling her eyes. "They think you're dating, babe. Look."

She slid her phone across the table to show me a picture someone had posted on the campus lovers' social media page. I scrolled down, and the comments under the post were completely wild:

>[Oh my God! I would want to be buried beside him.]

> [He is so hot. What the f**k, Katherine is a goddess. She really knows how to choose them.]

> [Marcus who? This is a total upgrade. Go girl!]

> [He's rich and sexy? Did anyone see the security he pulled up with? I'd ride that d**k any day!]

>[I really love how fast Katherine moved on. Latoya is such a b***h!]

"I actually typed that last one," Nevaeh said proudly, pointing at the screen.

I couldn't help but laugh out loud. A massive smile spread from ear to ear across my face. "So... I'm no longer a social outcast?"

"Far from that," Liam drawled, taking a sip of his drink. "Give them a couple of days and they'll start a literal fan account about you two. Everyone is completely obsessed with this ship."

I cleared my throat, suddenly feeling a bit guilty. "Except, it's not a ship. We aren't dating."

"Yeah, but no one else knows that," Liam pointed out. "No one except the three of us. And it absolutely stays like that, unless you want to spend the rest of the semester being a social pariah whose boyfriend dumped her for her way less attractive friend."

I ran a stressed hand through my hair, thinking about Latoya's smug face from earlier. "I definitely do not want that."

"f**k, you guys are totally right," I muttered.

"We always are!" Liam said with a proud grin.

I checked my watch and gasped. "Oh no, I have class right now!"

My friends looked at their watches too. "Yeah, we do too. We have to run."

The proffesor was already in the class when I entered.

Mr. Jenkins cleared his throat. "I have an announcement. The results for the previous exams are out. Frankly, I am surprised that so many people failed. People who pretend to be smart."

He looked right at me. His eyes were cold and mean.

"This school is not for rich people," he continued, his voice loud. "It's just for normal people, and you pass based on merit alone."

I felt my chest getting hotter and tighter. I knew he was looking at me like he was speaking to me directly. Every word felt like a personal attack.

"The results are up on the bulletin board," he finished.

The students started talking. It was strange for results to be on the board; they were always online. The moment he walked out, the whole class ran to the hallway to check.

I stayed in my seat for a minute, trying to calm down. When I finally gathered my nerves, I went to check.

The hallway was packed. Everyone was celebrating and hugging. I saw people who I knew didn't study a single day smiling and jumping, so I felt fine. If they passed, I was safe. But as I got closer, people started staring and whispering. They slowly moved out of the way, making a path for me to check the board.

Normally, my name would be at the very top. I checked the sheet. All the grades were either A or B, except for one single F.

It was right next to my name.

The whispers around me got louder.

"She's too busy f*****g different men to read," a girl murmured.

"I thought she was smart, eww," a boy laughed. "Even Jenkins passed? And not smarty little Katherine."

"Oh my God," another whispered. "I think the professor was talking about her. Do you think she tried to pay him off?"

I stood there hearing people whispering all kinds of things about me. 'This isn't right,' I said to myself, my hands shaking. 'I studied extra hard and answered every single question. What the f**k is happening?'

I walked back into the class, my chest heaving. "Where's the professor?" I asked one of my classmates.

"He went back to his office," he said, avoiding my eyes.

I ran out of the class and went straight to the professor's office. I knocked on the door, and he let me in. He had a big smirk on his face like he was expecting me.

"What can I do for you, Miss Moncler?" he asked, leaning back in his chair.

"Good morning, Mr. Jenkins. I have a concern about my grade," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

He laughed, looking at me up and down. "Your grade is exactly what you deserve. You're too spoiled, Katherine. You think your family's money can buy everything."

"I answered every question perfectly!" I yelled. "You failed me on purpose!"

He stood up and walked closer to me. "Let's be real here. The only way you are going to pass my class is by f*****g me."

"Are you out of your mind?!" I screamed, cussing him out. "You're a disgusting, sick old f**k! I will report you to the dean!"

Mr. Jenkins just laughed louder, totally unbothered. "Go ahead and try. No one will believe a spoiled girl over a senior professor. But I promise you this, you'll keep failing my class. And if you still refuse to give me what you think is your golden p***y, I'll make the other professors fail you too."

I stared at him in horror as he leaned in, his breath hot against my face.

"You'll end up f*****g all of us," he warned, his voice dropping low. "It might be a threesome, or it might be a full orgy. It just depends on how long you want to delay the inevitable. The choice is yours, Kitty."