The Affair With My Professor

Twenty Three

Y/n POV

Text messages-

Y/n- Hey, I'll pick you all up for 10am is that okay?

Dad- Yeah that's fine, text the girls and let them know.

Y/n- already have they're almost ready so I'll be about an hour. See you soon.

Dad- Okay no problem see you soon.

I quickly clean up the apartment before I pick everyone up, careful to make sure any residue of mental instability is hidden away.

Nobody needs to see the shit show I've made of my life nor do I have any interest in letting them see it.

I stock the fridge with beer before grabbing my jacket and heading outside. The cold winter air blowing through my hair as I walk to my car.

The expensive car which now has a light dusting of snow. I climb inside instantly turning the heat on.

I pull up to the hotel, everyone is waiting outside except for Natasha. I pull into a space and head over to the steps of the hotel, where my dad and Carol stood shivering.

"Where's Natasha?" I ask.

"She's just finishing up getting ready." Carol groans.

I look at the clock on my phone 10:15am "Well she's only 15 minutes late, you guys get the car I'll wait for her."

I hand my dad the keys and judging by his chuckle I figured he was planning something. "Do not get the drivers seat." He ignores me.

"Carol make sure he doesn't-" Carol cuts me off "No can do hun, we're having fun." I shake my head at her watching my dad climb into the drivers side of the car and Carol in the passenger seat.

I wouldn't mind but my dad is used to driving on the left, it's snowy and I have no interest in getting into another accident.

I run into the lobby of the hotel, hoping to stay warm while I wait for Natasha.

Within a few minutes I see her walk out of the elevator. Her hair pulled back into a lose bun, fallen strands framing her face. Champagne coloured satin fabric hugging her figure beautifully.

The dress falling around mid thigh, covered over with a black Cotton trench coat, hanging down a few inches lower than her dress.

Wow.

It's not often I see her dress up this way, but by god does she look incredible.

"Sorry I'm late." She apologises.

"Don't it's fine, you good."

Her pink lips form into a smile "You look good too." She gestures to the red silk shirt loosely buttoned, showing a little of my cleavage, tucked into tight back jeans.

Covered over with a similar dark jacket to the one she was wearing.

We walk outside to car, my dad refusing to budge from the drivers seat left me and Natasha in the back.

"Okay the GPS is set to take us to my apartment, follow the instructions and be careful." I stress to him.

"Y/n I've driven a car before." He laughs.

"Still, I don't trust you, you've never driven on this side of the road and we're in a busy city."

"Okay, okay chill I'll be careful."