Professor, I Can Take Care Of Myself [COMPLETE]

PROLOGUE

ALESSANDRA KHIONE MARQUEZ
(P.O.V)

"I'm sorry Ma'am, you can't handle me," I stated honestly, looking at her intently while she just swings her swivel chair, unbothered.

"Why do you say that? I've taken care of you before; isn't that time enough for me to comprehend everything there is to know about you?"

"J-just how? Why do you like me, Miss Cypress? If you're just... ugh!" I asked irritatedly as I clenched my fist.

She gave me a nonchalant look. "I don't know, ask yourself." She said and suddenly smirked out of nowhere.

"If you can't give me the right answer, then please stop taking care of me. I can handle myself now, and I can take care of myself, professor." kumunot naman ang noo nito habang pinaliit ko naman ang aking mga mata.

Tumayo naman siya sa kinauupuan niya at lumapit sa'kin, bahagya naman akong napa-atras hanggang sa hindi ko namalayan na pader na pala ang nabangga ng likod ko.

Wala na akong mapuntahan at maatrasan nang ilagay niya ang kanyang dalawang kamay sa gilid ko na tila ako'y kinukulong.

"Miss Z-Zenebe..." Nauutal kong tawag. I took a swallow while doing my best to conceal my nervousness.

Hinawakan niya ang baywang ko at malambing na tumititig sa'kin. Lalong lumalim ang pag-hinga ko kaya napakagat nalang ako ng mariin sa labi.

"P-Please resign. Resign as my caretaker. I don't need you... tsk." That's the only sentence I could say, lalo namang dumilim at nagalit ang tingin nito.

"Why? Why do you resent me so much? Did I do something that you detest?" She asked at pinipilit na tinatago ang pagka-gigil sa kanyang bawat pag-sasalita.

"Yes." Agad kong tugon, totoo naman eh.

Hindi muna siya sumagot at mas-lalong dinikit ang sarili niya sa akin. Ang malambot niyang kamay ay hinahaplos-haplos ang aking baywang na hawak niya ngayon.

I instinctively looked away because my body suddenly got hot and tense from being so close to her and our lips were about to touch.

I was shocked by her next sudden action. I widened my eyes when she suddenly held my chin gently and raised it to match her height.  

"Please don't take your eyes off me." Nag-tatampo niyang bigkas, ang boses niya ay mahina at mapaos-paos na parang ang tagal na niyang nag-titiis.

Ang bulate sa tiyan ko ay tila nag-wawala, ang sakit.

"Also, I'm spoiled, you can't handle me Miss Zenebe, you can't. I get what I want, everything I want." I stated coldly, not taking my eyes off her because that's what she said so.

"Then I'll give you everything, anything. What my baby wants, my baby gets." She smiled, tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear using her free hand.

"M-ma'am p-please." I begged. I hate her! I hate her so much! But at the same time ay gusto ko rin na mag-tagal kami sa ganitong posisyon— wait, what the heck Alessandra?! Bakit ganito ang naiisip mo?!

"Miss Zenebe, please stop pestering me from now on." The professor I was speaking to gave me a stern look and furrowed her eyebrows in frustration, indicating that she doesn't like what I uttered.

"I'm afraid I can't do that Miss Marquez. Never again."