The Professor (18+)

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riend and dorm mate, Vanessa, that we had to reschedule our daily video calls to some

te my tongue, picturing her annoyed expr

y without even saying hello. I imagined her giving me

talk later. I just got to stop there for a w

better not f

as I paced in front of hi

ounding up from lectures of the day. He mentioned he couldn't attend lectures because he

over. Like the good girlfriend I am, I plan

Ara" Vanessa quips in a bored tone. "

rofessor for good

n him too," she says with a chuckle. "Besi

dering if she was right, but then I squa

on a breathy tone. "From the way I see

. You watch a lot

y." She clicks her tongue suggestively. "In bibl

ntional road. But I mean, she isn't entirely wrong. I am pr

brother two years ago. He would always be the one answering the door when I came to meet Blake. The act started to grow t

e reason for the ending of my

ake's apartment complex and take the closest elevator to the t

Even though he has always been nice to her, she always says she doesn't get 'good

the habit of making. The adjoining hall room of the Scandinavian duplex apartment

smells of something fruity like the men that live in it. I ease the door shut and listen for any movement, my eye

t once every month to spend with his boys but there is no sign of their mother who according to Blake disappeared from their lives y

e fixed in an ascending manner. The last one at the top of the wooden stairs was taken a while ago when our football team in college won the game against The Wolves and Blake was an

ed toward Blake's door when a sound from inside

by the familiar grunting of s

my hands out to open the door again. I heard a rocking sound, and a female