Dirty Secret With My Professor

Confronting Arden

Lana's POV

My dad spoke to the board about Brady and I had to confirm it with them. I didn't go into detail about what happened. Brady didn't take it well, instead he threatened me and said that he wasn't done with me yet. He was given a second chance but at a different university. That threat made me feel fearful, but I was happy because he was gone.

My dad left after that, but what got to me the rest of this week, was Arden. After I left his place because he wouldn't take it further with me, he stayed away, no texts or calls. What made it worse, especially to stir up my anger, was the fact that he was cold. He would look my way in class when he was teaching but briefly, his cold demeanor in place. It made me angry.

Today, I was biting on my teeth. He sat at his desk as the class went over a few pages, but I was tapping my pen against the desk, which was the only sound in the class besides the pages being turned. I looked down at the stupid pages in front of me.

"Lana." I looked up at him again. "Can you stop doing that? It's annoying and the class needs to focus," he said, sternly. I took in a deep breath and I continued holding his gaze as I tapped my pen. His jaw was now clenching. He actually called me by my first name in class for the first time. I broke eye contact and I just continued to tap. He didn't say anything after that.

I just stare at the work in front of me. I am a failure. Tears sting the back of my eyes, but I blink them away. I eventually stopped tapping.

Moments after that, class was dismissed. I packed up my things. Oh, Cynthia wasn't talking to me either after what happened with Brady. I don't give a s**t about it though. As I packed my books inside of my satchel, I saw Terry, another female student, standing at Arden's desk and as she spoke to him, he was looking at her, paying attention to what she was saying. Her hand steadied herself on his desk, she had a floral short skirt on. Long brunette hair, and to be honest, I'm jealous. I could just rip her to shreds.

Is he interested in her now? He has the nerve to even laugh with her. F^cking asshole. I stood up, draping the sling of my satchel over my shoulder. I watched as she walked out of class. I was the last one to leave. He doesn't look at me, instead he looks down at what he is reading on his desk.

I took a deep breath and I walked down the steps. I was still feeling jealous and angry. My feet were taking me straight to him, not the door, and before I knew it, I was at his desk.

"What the hell was that?" I asked, fuming with anger. I felt as if I would explode. He stopped reading to look up at me. He scowled.

"What was what?" he asked.

"Are you interested in Terry now? You have been avoiding me for a few days now, and you have become this cold ass bastard," I hissed at him. He scoffed a little bit as he shook his head. "Am I too much for you?"

"I let you leave, to give you time with all that has been going on," he replied. "You are the one that walked out on me, maybe it was for the best," he said as he stood up from his desk. I moved closer to him.

"You f^cking bastard." I exploded at him.

His hands gripped my shoulders, my ass was against the edge of the desk. "What do you expect?!" he roared and shook me gently while he said it. I was stunned. He held my gaze, he was angry and I pushed him to that point. "You want me to f^ck you, and I don't want to," he hissed at me. Shaking his head, he let out a shivering breath. His eyes moved towards my lips, and he licked his. "You deserve more than a f^ck," he said softly. "I will be giving you extra class and teach you in a better way to pass everything, but I won't be f^cking you." he said and I tried to move out of the way but he held me.

"I was a fool to believe you." I hissed at him.

He scoffed. "I do not f^ck virgins, remember? I take my time with a virgin. I wanted you to be sure that you wanted it. I was thinking more about your situation and I am not a person to take any advantage. When I care, then I care deeply. I care about you. So don't assume that I only want s^x because I don't," he said, holding my gaze, his blue eyes were darkened.

"Just let me go, you still don't want me." I said, but there was no way that I could leave, because he was still holding me in place.

"Lana, Its not about the s^x for me. My feelings for you are more than that," he said gently.

"You have been avoiding me." I hissed.

"We are in a classroom, filled with students. How should I act? I was giving you time to come to your senses but you run away when you think that you are not good enough or before even knowing what the real thing is."

"You didn't call and text."

"You could've called and text me too. I was waiting to hear from you whenever you were ready to speak to me again, but instead I buried myself in work and other priorities," he said.

"I am ready and I want you. So take me." I looked into his eyes.

"You are going to be the death of me." he said. I leaned in and I crashed my lips against his. His hand moved to cup the back of my head. My tongue entered his mouth as we kissed passionately. My hands moved towards his chest. He pulled inches away. "Are you sure?" he asked, looking into my eyes as we caught our breaths.

"Yes, make me yours. The deal is still on." I said, which was barely a whisper.

"No, it's not. I feel more than that for you."

"I still want it, please make me yours," I whispered.

"We can't do it here." he said, and with that being said, today is when I have decided to lose my virginity.