Academic Seduction (profxgirl)(wlw)

Chapter Twenty One

As my gaze meandered across her form, it became an inadvertent exploration of perfection, each curve, every contour, like poetry etched in flesh. She was, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman my eyes had ever beheld, and I couldn't help but silently offer my heartfelt apology to Cate Blanchett for this momentary betrayal. Her place in my heart remained steadfast, but Victoria's allure was a vivid revelation.

The spell was abruptly broken, my daze shattered by the weight of my own words. "Three am?" I inquired, my voice colored with a mix of astonishment and disbelief.

Victoria affirmed with a subtle nod, a motion as serene as the morning sun breaking through the clouds.

My heart sank, weighed down by the realization that I had intruded upon her slumber. "Did I wake you?" I ventured, hoping against hope that the answer would absolve me of my unconscious transgressions.

Her response was a simple confirmation, a gentle admission of my inadvertent intrusion into her peaceful rest. "You did."

An overwhelming wave of remorse washed over me, and I couldn't help but pour out my contrition. "I'm so sorry, Victoria," I offered, my words dripping with sincerity, "I didn't mean to make your life harder. I promise, I won't let this happen again." In that moment, my genuine apology hung in the air, a desperate plea for forgiveness and understanding.

Victoria's eyes briefly flickered towards me as she continued dressing, a silent acknowledgment of my apology. "It's fine, Ivy," she replied with a soft reassurance that wrapped around me like a comforting shroud. "I'm just glad you're safe."

Yet, a lingering sense of guilt remained, clinging to my conscience. I couldn't help but let out a weary sigh, my fingers instinctively moving to rub my throbbing temples. "Still," I confessed, "I'm sorry."

Curiosity danced in her eyes, weaving its way into her expression as she finished fastening her clothing. "Who was that woman you were with last night?" Victoria inquired, her eyebrows knitting together with a hint of unease.

Panic coursed through me as I attempted to piece together the fragments of a night shrouded in fog. "What do you mean?" I stammered, my memory obscured by a haze that refused to lift. Each detail was elusive, slipping through my grasp like sand through clenched fingers.

Her voice, though gentle, held an undercurrent of tension as she pressed for answers, teeth gritted in a way that betrayed a mix of curiosity and concern. "You were with a woman last night," she persisted, determination etching her words, "Who was it?"

In the face of my own confusion, I could only manage a helpless shrug, my shoulders carrying the weight of uncertainty. "I don't know," I confessed, my voice trembling with uncertainty. "I honestly can't remember."

Her response was understated, a small smile that flickered briefly, almost hidden within the complex layers of her emotions. Yet, beneath that smile, I sensed a trace of understanding, a willingness to grant me grace despite my inability to provide answers.

Victoria approached me, her graceful presence like a beacon in the foggy landscape of my morning. Her hand extended toward me, a lifeline amidst the turmoil of my pounding head. "How's your head?" she inquired, her voice carrying the gentle concern of a caregiver.

"Excruciating," I confessed, my response laced with a touch of suffering. I accepted her offered hand, the warmth of her touch providing a delicate anchor as I slowly emerged from my restless slumber. "Did I say or do something embarrassing?"

Victoria, with a sly charm in her expression, stole a quick glance over her shoulder. Her eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief, a silent promise that held secrets untold. "No," she replied, and yet, there was a playfulness in her response that left me in doubt.