MY PROFESSOR, MY STEPBROTHER, MY RUIN

He Kissed Me Right In My Boyfriend's Face

CHAPTER SEVEN

Elara’s Pov

"Elara! Oh my God, you're okay!"

Nicolas rushed toward me the second I stepped through the door, his face pale with worry.

He grabbed my shoulders, looking me over as if checking for burns.

"I had to rush here the moment I heard your hostel burned down. You weren't replying to any of my messages and I was going out of my mind. If your brother hadn't invited me over today, I’d still be pacing my room in a panic."

My heart did a slow, painful somersault. I turned my head to look at Caleb, who was standing behind me with a grim, unreadable expression. Then I looked back at Nicolas and I felt fury beginning to engulf me.

After screwing me last night and throwing money at my face this morning, Caleb didn't just want me gone—he had called my boyfriend over to make sure I was properly returned to my place. Just wow.

"I’m so sorry, Nic," I said, my voice dripping with a sweetness that felt like poison in my mouth. I reached out and took his hand, squeezing it.

"I was just so scared back then. I couldn't even think about my phone and then my parents had to make matters worse by forcing me to stay with a cold-blooded beast for two days straight." I mumbled, making sure my voice hardened on the ‘cold-blooded monster'

“If they had just let me live with you instead, I would have felt so much better."

Nicolas blinked, looking a bit overwhelmed, his cheek beginning to flush red. It was the first time I acted romantic and lovely with him.

"It's... it's okay. I was just scared for you."

I didn't let him finish, before suddenly leaning in and pressing a firm, lingering peck against his lips, cutting him off.

Nicolas froze, his entire face turning a deep shade of crimson as he blushed hard.

Behind me, I heard a low, guttural growl vibrating through the air. Caleb brushed past us, his shoulder hitting mine with enough force to make me stumble. He didn't look back as he stormed toward the stairs. My gaze trailed him, a low, bitter smirk curling on my lips.

I felt a soothing sensation engulf me, I was a slut to him right? So why does he feel paranoid when I'm actually acting like a slut?

"Nic, honey, could you help me take my luggage up to my room?" I asked, my voice loud enough to carry up the stairwell, making sure he'd hear me up there.

"Yeah, of course!" Nicolas grabbed my bag, looking eager to please, and followed the path Caleb had just taken.

Once he was out of sight, the fake smile slipped from my face. The ache in my chest returned, heavier than before as I walked into the dining area to see my mom and stepfather sitting at the table.

The moment Mom saw me, she rushed over, throwing her arms around me.

"Elara, thank God you're safe!" I rolled my eyes, pulling away.

"Nice acting, Mom. Like you actually care." I mumbled against her ear. My life wouldn't have become a mess, if she hadn't thrown me at that demon of a stepbrother.

"You do know I care Elara" she insisted, her voice hurt. "I didn't have a choice. I knew you'd be safe with Caleb, that's why I asked him to take you in."

Safe? Yeah, I was real safe while he was pinning me to his desk and ruining me.

"I'm just joking, Mom," I said, forcing a dry laugh because I knew she actually thought she was doing the right thing.

I gave my stepfather a quick hug as he told some lame joke, and we all laughed for the sake of appearances.

"Join us for breakfast, Elara," my stepfather said. "Your favorite is on the table." My gaze landed on the dishes and I felt my mouth water. They must have prepared all my favorite as apologies…it always worked.

"I will," I nodded. "I'm just going to wash my hands real quick and grab a plate."

I turned and headed for the kitchen, finally feeling like I could breathe for a second.

But the moment I stepped inside, a hand shot out from the shadows, grabbing my arm and pinning me brutally against the wall.

I struggled, my breath catching as I stared up into Caleb's blazing eyes. He looked like he wanted to kill me.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he growled, his grip tightening until it bruised. "Who gave you the right to kiss him like that?"

I thrashed against him, my heels scraping the floor. "I didn't realize I needed my stepbrother's permission to kiss my own boyfriend."

“You said it yourself, Caleb, last night was a mistake and you're just my stepbrother—so I'd advice you to continue being the cold-blooded brother of mine, you love being so much."

He let out a sound of pure rage and suddenly he buried his face in the crook of my neck, biting down and sucking hard on the sensitive skin right above my collarbone.

I felt a traitorous surge of heat between my legs, my body betraying me instantly. I knew he was leaving a hickey—a brand for everyone to see and that seem to snap me back to reality.

If he left that my parents wouldn't only grow suspicious but Nicolas would find out I literally cheated on him.

"Stop it!" I whispered, even as my head tilted back.

Just then, the sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway. I caught a glimpse of Nicolas walking toward the kitchen door and I felt my heart plummet as I began trashing against Caleb’s grip with everything I had.

"Caleb, stop! He's coming!"

Caleb didn't let go, if anything, his grip became like iron, tightening against my wrist even more.

My breath froze as Nicolas walked in, stopping dead in his tracks. He looked at the two of us, his eyes wide with confusion.

"What's... what's happening here?" Nicolas asked, his voice stuttering.

I swallowed hard, the words dying in my throat as tears stung my eyes from the sheer pain in Nicolas eyes. I tried to think of a lie, any lie but Caleb didn't give me the chance.

"This," Caleb growled.

Before I could move, he slammed his lips onto mine in a brutal, possessive kiss.

His other hand moved up, brazenly cupping my breast right in front of my boyfriend, squeezing hard as he claimed my mouth like he owned me.