So here's chapter fifteen, as promised:) I know chapter fourteen was a lot of peoples favorite chapter, as it was mine too, but I like this one, too! I would've uploaded sooner but I had so much freaking Calculus and Trigonometry homework:( Anyways.. please comment, vote and fan! Enjoy! :)
P.S. I want to add something- I never ever plan what I'm going to write, honestly. It just all comes to me while writing. I just wanted to say this because some people say that maybe so and so will happen or whatever and while it gives me ideas, I really can't even give you a little hint or whatever of whether it will or won't happen because I don't even know until I started writing. Anyways, thanks for reading:)
P.P.S. I'll upload tonight or tomorrow!
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Kissing Morgan Denson was nothing like kissing Nick Denson. Nick’s kisses were sweet while Morgan’s were aggressive, just the way I liked them.
I let a moan escape as Morgan moved his lips from my mouth onto my neck as he continued to kiss and suck.
“Mmm.”
Wait? What was I doing? I’m in my professor’s classroom making out with him while I should be in my biology class that I have now missed for the second day in the row, what was this guy doing to me? Making me a rebel, obviously, but he had me under his spell.
With every kiss, every moan, every movement it felt like the entire world had stopped and it was just the two of us intertwined with each other.
He stopped and pulled back and looked at me. He looked so sexy, I could tell he was sweating and he was very much in the mood as I felt from the bulge in his pants.
He went back to kissing me as he put me down on his desk. He pulled off my shirt, exposing my black lacy bra, and I pulled away from his lips, connecting mine to his neck. I immediately moved my hands down from his hair that I had been pulling and playing with to unbutton his shirt.
Was I really going to have sex with my teacher, my married teacher? Hell yes I was.
I unbuttoned his shirt and continued to kiss his neck as I let my hands explore his body.
“Mmm Lauren,” I heard escape his lips.
I broke away from kissing his neck and he immediately moved back to my neck, kissing, nuzzling and sucking.
“Morg,” Wait, what had he just called me?
I pushed away and looked at him. Oh, he knew what he had just called me and he was trying to get out of it by going back to kissing me. I was definitely not going to let that go.
“What did you just call me?” I snapped. I can’t believe it took me a minute to process that fact that he said another girl’s name while I was kissing him. Who was I fooling though; of course he’d say another girl’s name. I mean, I’m just his student and he had a wife. A wife! What was I thinking even kissing him? Oh, Addie... what have you done to yourself?
“I’m so sorry, Addie.” He looked at me with pleading eyes. I could tell he was truly sorry but there was no way I was letting that go.
I got up off his desk and grabbed my shirt that he threw on the floor. I put it back on and started walking towards the door as he grabbed my arm and swung me back to him.
“Let me go.”
“No, let’s talk.”
“No. We have nothing to discuss. What just happened was a mistake and it was clear you were not even thinking of me during it since you said someone else’s name!” I was yelling, now. I could feel my eyes welling up with tears but there was no way I was going to let him see me cry. Why was I even about to cry, it’s not like I was in love with him or anything, right?
“It was a mistake calling you Lauren, it was out of habit! It won’t ever happen again.”
“You’re right it was a mistake and it won’t ever happen again because we are never doing what we just did ever again! And you want to know why it was out of habit? Because Lauren is your wife! Did you hear that? You’re wife! You’re married and I’m a teenager who is just your student, do you understand that? I’m just your student. I want nothing to do with you other than you being my professor. Don’t talk to me or touch me, ever again.” I was up in his face. I sounded pissed, hell I was, but honestly I was more upset. I had allowed myself to fall for a married man and that is probably the biggest mistake I’ll ever make.
“You, you, don’t mean that.” He was stammering in the way he was talking. He didn’t sound like the cocky, arrogant asshole I had met earlier this week and the one who kicked me out of class just a few hours before; he sounded like a man who just got his heart stomped on and was hurt.
I wasn’t going to let myself feel sorry for him though. It’s his fault, yeah; I’m going to go with that. I mean, he told me to kiss me. He also said he was falling in love with me, but I wasn’t going to think about that now or never.
I nodded my head and he finally let go of my arm. I walked away then because I know if I had stayed just a moment more I wouldn’t of cared that he called me Lauren because I didn’t want to care, but I know I had to because he was married.
I walked out of his classroom with tears in my eyes as I ran into someone.
“Oh, my gosh. I’m so sorry.” I said not even looking to who it was just noticing that it was a woman because of the black heels I saw.
“It’s fine, I guess.” I looked up and saw who just said this to me.
She was wearing a tight red dress and a face of perfection. It was Lauren. Of course I’d run into her on the way out of just kissing her husband. She looked so beautiful and I was so plain compared to her. I have no clue why he’d want me to kiss him knowing what he had at home.
I nodded and started walking away when I heard her say something.
“Wait, your Nick’s girlfriend, right?”
I stopped walking and turned around to face her.
“Yeah, your Professor Denson’s wife, right?
She laughed and blushed and then she spoke again.
“Oh, you’re a student of his? That explains how you met Nick since he isn’t the college type.”
He isn’t? That sort of shocked me. Then again that explains why he wasn’t in school or anything when he should’ve been.
“Yeah, I’m his student and he introduced us, me and nick to each other, one day in class.”
She nodded and smiled, even though it looked forced right now. I noticed that she didn’t have that same complaining about everything annoying Barbie voice that she had the day before when I first met her.
“You don’t seem like Nick’s type.”
I laughed. I knew he wasn’t exactly my type but I had no clue what his type was, though.
“That’s what everyone says.”
“You’re not the bleach blonde, slutty type.”
I took this in. She was right, I wasn’t bleach blonde, nowhere close to it, but I was a little slutty, I’ve made out with two brothers in the matter of less than twenty-four hours. I’m sure if she knew what I had just been doing with her husband she wouldn’t be talking to me right now.
“Yeah, no, definitely not me.”
“I can tell. Well, I better get going.”
“Okay, see you around.”
We both walked away but when I heard her heels stop clanking against the floor I turned around.
“Hey! What’s your name?”
“Addie.” Even though Nick had told her yesterday I’m sure she hadn’t been paying attention then.
She walked back up to me again and I just stood in the place where I had stopped walking.
“Addie, why don’t you and Nick join us for dinner tonight? Morgan, whoops, Professor Denson to you,” she snickered. If she only knew how much I’ve already called him Morgan she wouldn’t be laughing. “Is taking me out to dinner and we’d love to have you guys join us.”
Ha! Was she serious? Well I suppose she was.
“Uh, I don’t think so. I’d hate to intrude and” she cut me off before I could even continue.
“Oh, pish-posh, you wouldn’t be intruding, plus we’ve got to get to know the girl whose broken Nick’s bad habits.”
“Bad habits?”
“Well, you didn’t hear this from me,” yeah, I could tell she was the gossip type, “but, he’s never taken a girl out with him and he took you out to do that horrendous mudding thing yesterday, which was an awful date in my opinion but whatever, and he’s never had a girl that’s been around more than a day that he didn’t dump to the curb after seducing, so you’re obviously a keeper in his life.”
I smiled. Was Nick really like that? I mean, he made a sexual comment or two yesterday but I didn’t really think he was what you’d call a player.
“Fine.”
“Oh, goody! I’ll tell Morgan. Just have Nick come to our house around six.”
I smiled at her. She acted like a kid in a candy store, I don’t know how both. Nick and Professor Denson, yeah that’s right no more first name, we’re calling her a bitch and all that.
“Okay, see you then.”
I walked away and headed outside since I had been twenty minutes late to class and there was no way I going to walk in that class and interrupt the teacher.
I walked outside and sat on the bench and texted Nick to come and pick me up from school.