Stalked by my Professor Novel

Chapter 24 We're five minutes away from campus when my mind finally stops replaying today's fuckfest long enough for a different memory to slide in. I was supposed to pass on Nora's message. "Shit," I hiss, eyes closing as I pinch the bridge of my nose. I guess if it's that important, she'll call him back. I just hope he plays along with the whole 'study group' thing. Kai was staring out the Uber driver's car window, fingers curled against his mouth. When I open my eyes, he's side-eyeing me. "What?" he mumbles grumpily when I stay silent. "I had to tell Bastian something," I whisper back.

Kai lets out a mocking chuckle. "Yeah? Like how you want to marry him and have his babies?" he says in a low voice. I glare at him. "You're just sour because he can't knock you up." I catch the Uber driver watching us in the rearview mirror as I turn to look out the window, but I ignore him. My fingers go to my neck, stroking my skin. Bastian had a pair of bolt cutters in his garage he used to cut the collar from my neck. I laughed-okay, maybe I giggled-when he asked if I wanted to keep it as a souvenir. Fuck. Maybe Kai's right.

Something seriously fucked up happens in my head whenever I think about Professor Rooke. But Kai's just as fucked up. He put up a fuss back there with all that gagging and retching, but his dick was hard before I even touched it. I shift in my seat, huffing out an irritated breath. "This doesn't change anything," I whisper. "What?" I throw Kai an exasperated look. "You get cum in your ears?" He flicks a frantic look in the Uber driver's direction. I roll mine.

"Still in denial, huh?" I hold up my hand, curling my fingers against my palm so I can check out my nails, using my thumbnail to wedge out a sliver of paint embedded in one of my cuticles. "You know, you'll have to come to terms with your sexu⁠-" Kai grabs me and hauls me over the seat so quickly I squeal in surprise. When I try to push away, he just grips me tighter, until our bodies are flush. He took the seat behind the driver, I'm assuming so he wouldn't have to make eye contact with the guy during the trip. "Let go," I say through clenched teeth.

"Keep your fucking voice down," he grates into my ear, pinching my hip so hard I gasp. This close, his eyes fill my view, luminous with anger. Confusion. And shame. When I see it, my shoulders droop. But fuck him if he expects me to treat him like a delicate fucking flower. "You were a natural back there," I say, smirking at him. His eyes narrow to slits. "Fuck you, Haven." His eyes search mine, face hardening. "You even wonder what I was doing there last night? That I came to check on you? After what Ezra did, I thought..." He glances away, licking his lips.

"Thought what?" I duck my head, trying to make him look at me again, but he refuses until I grab his jaw and force him to face me. "That I needed your protection?" I chuckle bitterly. "Did you hit your head? You're the one who's been terrorizing me ever since I came back. You. Not Ezra." Kai's jaw bunches, and I feel the muscle tic under my hand. I snatch my fingers away, balling them into my lap. He's still holding me against him, and at a casual glance in a rearview mirror, we could be girlfriend and boyfriend, lovers having a tiff.

"I didn't humiliate you in front of half the school," he murmurs sullenly. "Oh, so because you only do it where no one can see, that makes you better than him, right?" He flinches at the sarcastic singsong tone of my voice, but it's only when I push against him that he releases me. I shift over to the other side of the car, crowding against the door as I mentally beg the driver to go faster. "I'm sorry, okay?" Kai's voice is thick, and he reaches out and brushes his knuckles against my thigh. Professor Rooke wouldn't let either of us leave until we'd showered and changed.

Thankfully, I bitched loud enough that Bastian stopped suggesting we shower together. It's not just that I'm on my period. The last thing I want is to be alone with Kai. And yet, here we are. Events keep conspiring against me, like the Universe has decided Kai should be my punishment for all my sins. Kai's wearing a pair of Bastian's jeans and one of his old, gray hoodies. The bite mark on his arm is angry red, but it doesn't look swollen anymore. I'm in drawstring sweats that keep threatening to slide down my ass, and an off-white wool sweater he says shrank in the wash.

It's still way too big on me, but it's not like I had an alternative. I can't wait to get back to the sorority so I can get hold of clean underwear and a tampon. There's so much toilet paper wadded up in my crusty panties, it feels like I'm wearing a diaper. I move my leg away from Kai's touch and keep my gaze averted out the window. "Haven..." The white columns of Gamma Alpha Zeta's porch appear up ahead through the pouring rain. I grab the door handle, ignoring Kai's frown. "Stop the car." "Here?" The Uber driver glances at me over his shoulder.

"But⁠-" "Just stop!" The driver angles the car to the curb and slows down. Rain pelts my face as I hurry out, and Kai leans over the seat to give me a confounded stare as I turn to close the door. I give him the finger, immense satisfaction radiating through me when he scowls back. Probably shouldn't have slammed the door, but damn, it felt good. I hurry down the road on bare feet, jaw clenched and eyes narrowed as the rain soaks through my hair and clothing.

The car passes me as I rush down the sidewalk, and I'm a little disappointed that Kai doesn't yell something derogatory out the car window. He's such a loser. A loser who I can still feel pinning me down. A loser I can still taste on my lips. I want more of him. More of Bastian. That display back there was one of the hottest things I've ever seen. I don't think either of them noticed, but I came. Twice. And I fucking hate myself for it. I should be traumatized, horrified, running to report them both.

Instead, I'm scrounging my mind for every memory I can find, replaying them as I wonder if I'll ever feel their hands on me again. And hating myself more and more every second. The front door mutes the sound of the rain as I close it behind me, and I take a moment to press my back against the wood, eyes closed as I draw in a slow breath. It's so quiet in here. I wish I could savor the moment, but I've never felt this tired in my life. It's not just exhaustion. I feel drained, like I donated blood and they took too much.

My body is aching, my skin feels too tight, and a pressure behind my eyes that's the precursor to either a headache or an hour of sobbing. I just want to go to sleep. Like, forever. My feet leave soggy footprints on the carpet as I hurry toward the stairs, then damp marks on the wood as I race up them. The bedroom doors are all closed, but mine and Melissa's is unlocked. For original chapters go to fіndnovel.net I've only slept here one night, so I can't understand why I feel an overwhelming sense of homecoming when I see my bed.

I don't remember ever feeling this when I got back to my single-wide, or the apartment above the grocer. Not even the car I've been living in these past few months felt like home. My chest grows tight at the thought, but I force in a deep breath. No time to feel sorry for myself. I've got some serious shit to work out. Like which magic trick I'm going to pull out of my sleeve so no one figures out I forged legal paperwork. Or how I'm going to get through the next semester in such close proximity to Kai and Professor Rooke without letting them fuck up my life.

Grabbing a handful of clothes and my toiletries, I let my head hang back as I plod to the bathroom and let myself into a stall so I can pee. The stall door closes behind me, and I sit with a sigh, waiting for my bladder to relax. There's a faint mark on the back of the door, like graffiti that was painted over. Shocking, but I guess a girls's school bathroom by any other name... I lean forward to read the faint scrawl, eyes narrowed, then sit back in a rush when I make out the word. HAVEN IS A FUCKN WHORE Tears spring up out of nowhere, hot and blinding.

Only when I swipe the heel of my hand over my eyes do I realize I misread the graffiti. H A R P E R But each time I read it, all I hear is Haven. ...Haven is a fucking whore... ...Haven is a fucking whore... ...Haven is a fucking whore... My body gives one convulsion as I fight for composure before violent sobs wrack every inch of me. I press my fist against my mouth, trying to silence the sound, terrified someone will hear. I can't let them hear. Can't let them know. Beneath the shameful tears, I feel something else stirring. Impatience. Frustration. Need. I want more. Need more.

Because I've never felt more alive than I did last night with my sweat-slick body trapped between Bastian and Kai's. Except this morning...when I made Kai kneel.