Sir (Lecture like a weapon)

Chapter 16: After the Party

She gasped. “No—no way.”

He smirked. “I counted. Chest, abs, neck. You were like a starved kitten.”

She choked. “This is not happening.”

He chuckled, voice dropping. “It’s okay. We’re both adults. You’re 20. I’m 30. No crime was committed.”

Calla covered her red face.

> “Then why do I feel like I committed murder?”

He laughed harder.

> “Because you did. You murdered my sanity.”

She gulped. Her pulse thundered in her ears.

He leaned forward. "It’s okay if it happened. We were both adults. No one forced anything. But we need to act professional at the university. No one should know about this."

Calla nodded, pink flooding her cheeks.

Then his tone shifted, low and possessive. "And stay away from that douchebag, will you?"

She chuckled nervously, heart racing. "Noted, sir."

He narrowed his eyes. "Did something happen that night?" she asked. "I mean…"

Javier smirked. "If you mean your V-card, no. You were drunk. But you were also kissing and eating all over me. Damn it, Calla, I’m a normal man. I tried. I really did. I kissed you back because you were all over me. But I stopped. I didn't want to take that from you when you weren’t sober."

Her face turned the color of lava. "What?!"

He laughed hard, clutched his stomach. "What? You thought I was that heartless?"

Calla buried her head in her knees. "It’s not like you, sir. You’re… cold. Distant. Professor-from-hell."

Javier raised an eyebrow. "Look, I’m not as scary as that Severus Snape of yours, Calla. I just have to keep my composure at university. I’m a professor. If I break, a thousand girls will try to lay their hands on me. I bet you don’t want that happening, do you?"

"NO!" she shouted before realizing what she said. Her hands flew to her mouth. "I mean—no, of course not. That’d be… inappropriate."

He chuckled again. "See? You’re cute when you're panicking."

She gave him a glare. "We should respect you as a professor."

He tilted his head. "And what happened to that respect last week, hmm? You literally climbed on top of me, kissed me right here—" he tapped his jaw, "and here—" he pulled down the collar of his shirt to show the hickey just under his collarbone, "—and if I didn’t stop you, who knows where it would've gone?"

Calla let out a horrified squeak.

"Relax, I didn’t touch your virginity," he said, holding up his hands like a peace treaty. "But damn, Calla. You really did leave your signature all over me. And... one under your left boob too, I think."

She screamed.

He laughed.

She stood up, pacing. "I can't believe this. I need to go."

"Feel free. But hey... just don't check your body too long in the mirror. You might start liking the view."

She pointed at him with an accusatory finger. "You’re evil."

"I’m a professor. With self-control. Barely."

She ran for the door, forgetting her bunny slippers. He grinned, watched her retreating form, and leaned back.

"She’ll be back," he muttered.

A second later, he picked up his phone. Group chat: 137 messages.

Liam: Who tf took away my goddess dance partner?! Still heartbroken.

Dave: I think I’ll ask her to help me visit my parents. They’ve been bugging me to find a wife.

Javier: DELETE that picture NOW.

Liam: Bro chill. I already downloaded it though 😎

Javier: I SAID DELETE IT.

Dave: Possessive much?

Liam: Tell the truth, you kissed her last week didn’t you?

Javier stared at the screen. Mute chat. Open gallery.

There she was: in that black silk dress. Ponytail. Bare neck. Curves that drove him crazy.

He groaned, threw the phone on the bed, and ran for another cold shower.

Meanwhile, Calla was back in her apartment, checking frantically under her left breast.

"OH MY GOD. He actually did this!"

She flopped on her bed, covered her face, and screamed into the pillow.