Hot Night With My Professor

I tried my best to walk, but I couldn’t. Ismael really did a lot for me last night. And that was my request; it wasn’t his fault, but I don’t know why I feel heavy today. Is it because I woke up again without him when I expected he would?

No. Definitely not. Why would I expect some man to be with me after a one-night stand? Of course, he will leave. Just like Professor Sybill.

Tears fell down my cheeks. What I saw last night comes back to my memory-Professor Sybill, as well as him ending our relationship. I looked for him for a long time and longed to see him again but he would just ignore me. It was our first anniversary.

I closed my eyes while preventing myself from being disappointed. Why am I so stupid for believing he really loves me? I held my lips. He was my first kiss. My first love. The first man to whom I gave everything-but why did he throw it all away? Was it because I was just his toy?

I sat on the bed. Although my hands are on my face and I am attempting to hold back my tears, it is difficult to do so when all the heartaches are escaping me.

My tears continue to fall, and my sobs are getting louder. It was all heard across the room. I hope someone hears this because I’m begging for someone to help me out of this mess that I made.

I glanced at the bed again. I remembered everything that happened last night. It was supposed to pamper me. Ismael did his best to satisfy me, to forget the man who left me last night but the thought of him doing the same this morning hurt me more. Why am I hurting more because of him? Did I really hope to wake up with him?

I took my phone to check the time. It is already ten in the morning. I was in the middle of crying when someone knocked. I tried to make my way quickly to the person behind the door and I was surprised to see a lady attendant. But she looked more surprised by what she saw and it was too late for me to notice that I was still naked. But she still managed to do her job rather than be affected by what she saw. I just took those pillows from the couch and blocked my body. Where are my clothes?

“Good morning, Miss Alvandra. This is your breakfast,” she said while pushing the service trolley. I frowned. “S-sorry? I did not order this.”

“My son did.”

I was stunned. Son? My eyes widened at what I heard. “Y-your son, Ismael?”

She came to me and handed me something-a paper bag that I didn’t notice she was also carrying earlier. “Yes.”

I felt shy and nervous. I did not expect this! H-how on Earth is Ismael’s mother here? And why is she delivering food for me? Wait! I’m confused!

“Better yet, get dressed, hija, before you eat.” She pointed to the paper bag that I am now holding. It contains clothes. Even though my brain was confused, I followed her order. How come Mrs. Mondalla is here? And she saw me naked. Does that mean she knows something happened between us and her son? Wait, does she know that I am her son’s student? Wait, are there so many women that Ismael has brought here already that Mrs. Mondalla was really calm when she saw me?

I sighed as I put on my clothes. I also took a bath for a while while solving the questions in my mind. Just a while ago, I couldn’t stop my tears; now it is the trembling in my chest that is unstoppable. It was diverted in a short span of time and it was because of that professor.

I am wearing a floral, modest dress that fits my body perfectly. I was amazed by it at first but thinking that Ismael saw my whole body last night, I won’t wonder anymore. Is this how he treats his girls? Is this the kind of aftercare they are talking about? Even if he were not here, he would have somebody to take care of his fling. Then I shouldn’t sulk.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Wait, why would I be in the first place?

I came out of the shower room and I was surprised to see the variety of food laid out on the table. It was a lot. It’s not just breakfast because I don’t eat enough; it will take three days before I finish it.

“Come on, have a bite,” said Mrs. Mondalla. She serves me the soup and also the soup spoon. I tasted it and it was really delicious. The warmth of it defeated my cold stomach.

I stopped eating for a moment when I noticed the nameplate on her chest. Mrs. Silvia Estanislao. I frowned and she seemed to notice because she was holding her nameplate now.

She smiled at me. “You must be confused. I am not his biological mother, Miss Alvandra. I am his nanny and the manager of this hotel.”

“Nanny?”

She nodded. “Since birth, I am the one who takes care of him and even his mess when he grows up.”

“Oh,” I exclaimed. Am I included in that mess? Well, I think so. The fact that she saw me naked. I was also surprised by my appearance earlier when I faced the mirror because of the spread of mascara on my eyes. I need to prepare myself because Ismael surely saw that and he will fool me about that.

“Has he brought many women here?” I’m curious.

She shook her head. “You are the first one here.” I was stunned. Is she serious? I’m the first? But my amazement also disappeared when Mrs. Estanislao made her statement. “Maybe somewhere else, yes.”

I just nodded. That’s right. Ismael informed me beforehand that he is exceptionally good at flirting and being in bed. And I’m not the first to be convinced. Probably, from what he did last night, he has a lot of experience. Perhaps he is not present at this moment because he has another woman in mind. Who knows?

“But that doesn’t mean he’s a bad person. He’s a good son, Miss Alvandra, and because of him, I felt like having a son. And he treated me well, like his true mother. He’s very caring when it comes to ladies, even though his parents didn’t raise and teach him because they left him early and both married other people.”

I was too stunned to speak at what Mrs. Estanislao told me. So, we’re on the same page? Both of our parents are married to someone else?

“Well, it affected him in his early years, so that boy also became mischievous, but now, all he wants is to focus on himself and be a good professor. It is his long-time dream, so he is working hard to get into Marcus University. And earlier, maybe you were wondering where he was; he was summoned to the university early in the morning.”

And he went right away? Is he that dedicated? Even today, which is Sunday?

“And here in his business. I was very lucky because he made me the manager of his hotel.”

I frowned. “This is his hotel?”

“Yup, but it is a secret. Even the Island Motel Bar is his too.”

Fuck. Is he really an asset?