Hot Night With My Professor

Texts are not enough. They keep calling me in the middle of the class. I was almost scolded by Ismael again, but thankfully, he didn’t.

I rolled my eyes when the class finished. I didn’t even understand Ismael’s discussion or if he explained anything because my mind was too focused on the spam messages from my parents.

They want me to go to a restaurant this weekend for dinner, and they want me to bring Ismael. How can I invite my professor to be there? I just won’t go! I won’t care about them waiting for us!

I rushed out of the room to eat, but as soon as I took a bite of the sandwich I bought, someone was texting again. The wrinkles on my forehead disappeared when I saw Roxsielle’s name. I immediately felt pity.

I finished my food and rushed out of campus to withdraw. It is better for me to direct the money to her than to send it to Joth, whom I don’t know where the support that our parents give us is taken.

I didn’t hesitate to lend Roxsielle the other money I saved for this month. Ten thousand. I won’t just order food out when I’m too lazy to cook, so I won’t be short of money.

I met Roxsielle at a simple restaurant in town. I also bought her some good food because my brother didn’t seem to give it to her.

“Are you feeling okay? Why did you leave the hospital so soon?” I asked worriedly.

She smiled and shook her head before putting the spoon down to speak to me properly. “I don’t want to increase my hospital bill anymore, Jothea. Thank you for taking care of me.”

I shook my head. “No, it’s okay. I can’t deny that it’s my fault because I pushed you. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“It’s okay. Don’t think about it. Me too; I was also brought by my emotions because we really need money.”

We talked for a while before she finally said goodbye to me. I also handed her the money she was borrowing.

I was leaving the restaurant when I received a message again. And it looks like I know who it’s from. It is from my mom, and what she said left me with no choice.

“I heard what you did to Roxsielle. Your allowance would go to her next month.”

I was stunned. How could she do this to me? Cutting my allowance again? How can I live? The rest of my money is just for the rest of the day this month. I let Roxsielle borrow the rest because I was hoping they would send me one.

I closed my eyes out of frustration. I am attempting to remain composed, but how could she possibly do this to me? I need to talk to Dad.

But before I could finish the message I was typing, I received another text from my dad.

“Bring that guy this weekend, or else I’ll cut your allowance next month.”

What the hell? What do they want from me?

Why are they so eager to meet Ismael?

“Yes, Miss Alvandra?”

I was brought back to reality when I heard Ismael’s voice. I just realized that I was in Ismael’s office. How did I end up here? Did I even knock?

“What brings you here?” he asked further. The pounding in my chest grew stronger. He is just sitting there looking at me, but why can’t I breathe? I feel like he’s taking it away from me-my breathing.

“Ah… the thing is…” I stuttered at first. I am trying to gather my thoughts, but I am really distracted by him. How do I say what I mean? This is embarrassing.

“Are you alright? I noticed you were kind of distracted in my class earlier. Is there something that bothers you?” He asked one after another. I couldn’t speak immediately because I was too moved by his questions. I feel like someone is worried about me because I don’t feel that in my family. Is that why I fell so quickly for Professor Sybill before? Because I expected him to take care of me?

I couldn’t stop crying in front of him. He was shocked and immediately went to me. “H-hey, is there a problem?” He supports me by holding my arms, while I just keep shaking. I wanted to stop crying, but because he was here in front of me, I couldn’t. How did I end up being this close to him?

I just felt his warm arms around me. He hugged me, but he didn’t tell me to stop crying. He just patted me on the back and caressed me. I am not at home, but why do I feel like I am?

“Whatever your problem is, you can tell it to me anytime, Miss Alvandra. If you need someone to listen to, talk to, or be with, I’ll be there for you. I am here.”

I don’t know why I feel his words have meaning. A guy wouldn’t say that just because he’s my professor, would he? Because of what he says, I can prove even more that I already have feelings for him. I’m falling. Even if he only occasionally shows me his kindness and his rough behavior, it’s like magic that can hypnotize me into falling in love with him. How could he do this to me so quickly? How did he help me immediately forget the person who hurt me and turn my attention to him?

We stayed in that situation for a while until I calmed down and was sober. I couldn’t escape his questions while he was wiping my tears.

“Now, tell me, what brought you here, Miss Alvandra?”

I let out a sigh before I looked up at him. “My parents want to meet you.”

Surprise was evident in his eyes. Even I had the same reaction, except for the annoyance, because instead of saying hello to me, they wanted to find out who the man I was with at the hospital was.

“It looks like Joth told them what happened, and even you were with me paying our bill. But if it will cause inconvenience for you or if you’re uncomfortable with the idea, you can always say no,” I explained.

“Is that why you are crying?” he asked.

I shook my head. How can I say that he is the reason why I was in tears earlier? Will he believe that I cried because of his heartbreaking words? “I just cried, because you might not agree.”

He laughed. “Really? Do you really want me to go there that much?”

Actually, no. I don’t want my family to know him. I don’t want him to get involved in my family’s complicated life because, I know, they might take advantage of him. Knowing that he’s filthy rich, a businessman, a professor, and has a lot of assets, my parents won’t let it pass.

But I can’t think of any other reason. Why did I cry in front of him again? These past few days, I seem to be very emotional. I’m being too dramatic. Is this because it’s almost the time of the month?

“Yes, but it’s fine if you don’t agree. I won’t force you. As if you’ll go there because of me. You’re too busy,” I said with a retort. I hope he doesn’t go. I hope he won’t agree because I won’t go there either. I fucking hate the idea.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

But that was before I remembered what my mother said to me. No! I won’t live another month if she doesn’t send me money!

“But if you’re not doing anything, please come with me. Let’s just say you’re my professor, so you can help me.”

“I’m really your professor, Miss Alvandra. You don’t just call me professor,” he commented with a laugh.

“Tsk. Is there a professor hugging a student?” I whispered intrusively, which he obviously heard. Shit! Why did I say it out loud? Fucking intrusive thoughts.

My eyes widened as I looked at him. He was laughing at me. “Right, you have a point. I’m sorry, I just embraced you because I thought that’s what you needed.”

I pouted. So, he only does the things he does for me because he thinks I need them. Is that why he agreed that night because he saw that I needed it?

Why do I feel pain in my heart?

I looked at him again and accepted that I only had this month to live. How can I live without money? No more hope. “But it’s okay if you don’t go. It’s too awkward for you to meet my parents.”

He smiled and shook his head. “No, I’ve been wanting to meet your parents, Miss Alvandra.” No breath came out of my lungs because of what he said. What is he saying? “Professors are trained for that in case their students are behaving in a different manner. We usually ask for the parents; I never thought I would experience being summoned the other way around.”

I frowned. Wait a minute, does he mean that he has been wanting to meet my parents for a long time because of my bad attitude? Will he report to my parents what I am doing at Marcus University? No! No! No! That would cause me to lose my allowance for a month!

I backed away from him and shook my head. “No, I’m taking it back! You don’t have to go. I won’t go either,” I said. I’ll just accept that I’ll be a beggar next month, rather than bring him to my parents.

“Why? Are you scared?” He teased while grinning. He’s stepping toward me while I’m stepping back. What the hell? Looks like this one will report me!

“No! I just changed my mind! Besides, this idea is ridiculous! Why would you go with me?”

“Why not?” The smile never left his lips. Is this what he’s telling me not to cry in front of men because I’ll be taken advantage of? This is it; he has found a way to take advantage of my weakness. It’s true that the tables will turn.

I accepted my defeat as I let him mess with my hair while patting my head.

“You don’t have to worry, Miss Alvandra. Just practice calling me Professor, and then you’ll be okay.”