Obsessed with my lecturer

BELLA’S POV

I couldn’t stop staring. Yes, he was so hot. Driving my thoughts wild. His broad chest. His masculine body. Oh my gosh. And the smile on his face was evident, complimenting his masculinity.

“This doesn’t look like a birthday party,” he said. His voice echoed melodically to my ears.

“It’s a silver jubilee party. What do you expect?”

I looked in that direction, and then I saw Sophia. She was standing with a friend.

“Give me a minute, I’ll be back.”

I left to meet Sophia.

“He is here.”

We returned to where Brian stood. Upon seeing him, he smiled at me.

“You never told me you had a handsome boyfriend.”

I shook my head, smiling.

“He is not my boyfriend. We just met earlier today.”

“Hmmmm… I don’t believe you,” Sophia said.

“I don’t need to explain myself to you.”

We got to where he stood.

“Brian, meet Sophia. Sophia, this is Brian.” I introduced them to each other.

“Hello, handsome,” Sophia praised. I couldn’t miss the lust in her eyes.

Brian smiled in return, taking hold of her hand as he returned the handshake.

“So, Bella told me about you.” He nods his head.

“I have a vacant application. I don’t know if you would fancy it, but it’s a good college.”

“Tell me about it.”

Sophia looked at me, giving me a sign to excuse them. I glared at Brian before giving them their privacy.

I went to the couch in the club, pouring a bottle of brownie for myself. I didn’t realize how desperate I was for the conversation to come to an end. It was taking longer than I expected, and I was hoping Sophia wasn’t going to take the conversation to an extreme.

Could that be the jealousy I was feeling?

I tried to keep my thoughts busy, but every second that passed with Sophia still talking to him made my heart beat faster.

After what seemed like an eternity, Sophia tapped my shoulders. I turned to see her smiling at me.

“You just found yourself a perfect boyfriend.”

“I told you, he’s not my boyfriend. Besides, he has a girlfriend.”

“However, you are lucky to have him as a friend or colleague.”

“How did it go?”

She shrugged.

“Worked out well. Let’s hope he gets the job.”

I nodded my head.

“Don’t keep him waiting, please.”

I searched around for him but found him sitting by a corner, like an abandoned friend. I could tell how uncomfortable he was.

Probably he isn’t the party type of person.

“Do you mind us strolling down?”

He looked up at me. He said nothing but smiled.

We strolled past the crowd until we were out of sight. I followed him out into the balmy evening air, taking the opportunity to let my eyes roam where they wanted while he wasn’t looking.

From the back, he was just as impressive as he was from the front. His straight legs, broad shoulders, and the way he walked—it all had a quiet confidence.

God, I stared at him for so long that I got lost in it.

We walked silently toward the pool. There were only a few people around, and the space was quiet except for the soft splash of water now and then.

“So, how did it go?” I asked, breaking the silence.

He turned to look at me. “Well, it turns out okay,” he said. “Thanks for helping. I’ll try my best to send that application to the school she mentioned.”

“Let’s hope for good news then.”

“Hopefully.”

And just like that, we fell back into another awkward silence. I hadn’t felt this speechless in months. I was the kind of woman who could make any man feel wanted, who knew how to speak, move, or even just look to make a man want me in his bed.

But standing beside him… I felt helpless. Like all the things I used to rely on suddenly didn’t matter.

“Well, I…” he paused, eyes drifting down to his fingers. “I don’t know how to explain it, but I feel really grateful—for your concern, for your help. I mean, I never thought I’d find such an easy opportunity,” he said softly. “Thank you.”

I wished he would stop making it sound like I was some sort of supreme being—him, the helpless soul, me, the savior. That wasn’t what this was. I was just doing what I could. I only wanted to make him smile, to ease the weight he carried. I would do whatever it took to make him feel at ease around me.

He shook his head, and I took a step closer to him. Close enough that I had to look slightly down at him. And I loved it. Loved that if I leaned in just a little more, my lips would naturally rest on the soft curve of his neck.

Damn. What that thought did to my body was not fit for a public space.

Thank God there was no one around.

There were so many things I wanted to know—layers I wanted to peel back—but before I got carried away, I needed clarity on something far more important.

“Are you single? Married? Do you have kids?”

He chuckled, and for a second, I saw surprise flicker in his eyes. Like I’d caught him just slightly off guard.

“I’m not married,” he said.

“That’s not the same thing,” I pointed out.

“That’s true,” he murmured.

When he didn’t say anything else, I pressed gently, “So… are you single?”

He looked at me, something unreadable in his expression. “Not really. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be standing out here with you.”

“Really?” I frowned.

We hadn’t done anything. We were just… hanging out. And yet, somehow, we were already caught in something neither of us could say.

His eyes lifted to mine in a way that made me feel suddenly small—exposed.

“No, we’re not,” he said.

Just three words, yet they sent a pulse of heat straight between my legs. My core tightened with attention, and the look in his eyes only deepened it. If there had been any doubt before, it was gone now. That gaze—slow, deliberate—told me everything. He wanted me. And I couldn’t lie to myself. I wanted him too badly.

Now I just had to figure out how the hell to get him.

“We’re nuts,” I said, almost laughing, trying to mask how flustered I was.

“Really? You’re playing coy now?” he asked, running his fingers through his hair, a smirk tugging at his lips. “And here I thought you’d know how to be subtle.”

I tilted my head and grinned. “Okay, if this isn’t just ‘hanging around’… does that mean it’s a date?”

He leaned a little closer. “Let’s just say I’m not usually this excited about spending time with a friend.”

Oh. Now that sounded very promising.

Especially since I was all kinds of excited myself.

“And just how excited are you?” I asked, lowering my voice like someone might be eavesdropping.

“Excited enough that I won’t have to be dragged out here again,” he chuckled.

I rolled my eyes, though the heat was creeping up my neck. There was something about the way he said it, half-teasing, half-serious, that made me feel like I was in over my head.

God, I haven’t done this before.

Not like this. Not being this… interested. This was drawn in by someone I’d only just met.

“Don’t worry,” I said softly. “I was just eager to know. I mean, being so into a stranger like this—it’s not exactly my usual thing.”

He looked away for a moment, and I caught the hesitation.

“So, does that mean I’ve pulled you out of your comfort zone?” I asked gently.

He turned back, lips twitching. “Okay, you’re really good for my ego.”

“I could be even better than that,” I said, holding his gaze, “if you let me.”

Our eyes locked. The air between us practically crackled. There was tension, undeniable—and it was growing by the second.

“And what exactly does that mean?” he asked, his voice low.

I flashed him my most devious grin. “Whatever you want it to.”

He didn’t look away.

I stepped closer, steady. Confidence.

“I’m all in.”