Further part of CHAPTER 8
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Ch 8| "๐๐๐๐ง, ๐'๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ฆ๐."
Please me, Professor
I was living my life in quiet simplicity. Securing my dream position as a professor at Ellsford Academy felt like everything I had ever wanted. My routine was simple: home to work, work to home. As an orphan, I had no responsibilities beyond myself, and I was content with that quiet existence. Until he stormed into my world like a damn hurricaneโviolent, all-consuming, and utterly impossible to ignore. Zaiden Roy Alonso He was everything I wasnโt supposed be withโMy student. Younger. Reckless. Dangerously persistent. I had always kept my distance from physical intimacy. But his touchโGod, his touchโmade me crave what Iโd spent years avoiding. It didnโt just stir desireโit awakened hunger. A wicked craving I didnโt even know lived inside me. I tried to resist. I fought the urges. I reminded myself of the rules Iโd built my life around. But then he looked at me with those stormy gray eyes, full of hunger and desperation, and whispered: โPlease me, Professor.โ And just like that, I lost control. I gave inโbreaking my own rules, crossing every forbidden line. We built something dangerous, thrilling. Our own life. Our own rules. Our own world. His one plea became my addiction. And nowโฆ I canโt walk away. Even if I tried, he wouldnโt let me. Because Iโm no longer just a professor. Iโm his professor.
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