ECHOES OF FORBIDDEN LOVE | (ongoing and undergoing editing)

✤Chapter Two✤

❁Kayla❁

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A sense of anticipation swirled within me as I looked at the name on the screen of my laptop. I couldn't shake the feeling that this wasn't a good idea.

With a deep breath, I clicked on Laurent's name and opened the document that contained his school record. My eyes scanned cautiously the words written on the screen.

I learned many things about Laurent. I learned that he comes from France and he came here for his studies two years ago. He is only 23, which means he is eight years younger than me.

He is only interested in business management and economics, which is why these are his majors.

I don't know why I was looking him up and reading his school records, but I just couldn't shake him off my mind. His image and his perfect features haunted me day and night. I haven't seen him in nearly a week, but I remember exactly how his deep voice makes me feel and the hypnotic scent of his cologne.

I didn't have any good reason to look through his records. It had been two weeks since I started teaching, and I have heard enough from him to know that he is an excellent student and he is really intelligent.

According to the university policy, a professor has the right to go through a student's records only if they are having trouble adapting to the subject or the curriculum unless they are causing some sort of trouble. The students' records must not be used for personal reasons.

But here I was breaking that rule, just because I am so intrigued by this excellent student who consumes my mind and occupies my thoughts day and night.

A knock on my office door interrupted me halfway through my stalking activity. I immediately closed the tab to avoid getting caught or any misunderstandings.

"Come in," I loudly said, anxiously waiting for the person on the other side to enter.

I was surprised and shocked when I saw who it was. The man I was stalking a few moments ago was now here in my office, flashing me his beautiful smile.

I tried to look not so surprised and straightened up in my chair.

"Oh, hello, Laurent, come on in." As soon as I said that, I cringed at the awkwardness in my tone.

"Good afternoon, Professor," Laurent said, his voice steady and polite. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

"Not at all, Laurent," I replied, gesturing for him to take a seat. "Please, have a seat. How can I help you today?"

Laurent settled into the chair opposite my desk, placing his backpack on the floor beside him. "I wanted to discuss the upcoming curriculum for the semester," he began, pulling out a notebook and pen. "I'm particularly interested in the readings for your literature course."

I listened intently as Laurent shared his thoughts and questions about the syllabus. His passion for business management and especially marketing was evident in the way his eyes lit up as he spoke, and I found myself drawn to his enthusiasm.

During our discussion, I couldn't help but look at his hands, his handsome face, his eyes, his nose, his thick eyebrows, his full plump lips. I found myself drawn to him in a way that I couldn't quite explain. Perhaps it was the genuine curiosity in his eyes or the earnestness in his voice when he asked questions during lectures. Whatever it was, I found myself eagerly anticipating our classes together.

As we delved into a discussion about the themes of the assigned case studies, I couldn't help but admire Laurent's intellect and insight. I was impressed by his thoughtful analysis and genuine curiosity, feeling a sense of connection that went beyond our roles as professor and student.

Our conversation flowed effortlessly, spanning from marketing theory to personal anecdotes about favorite books. Time seemed to slip away as we lost ourselves in the exchange of ideas, the boundaries between teacher and student blurring in the warmth of mutual respect and admiration.

Eventually, the conversation began to wind down, and Laurent checked his watch with a sheepish smile. "I didn't realize we'd been talking for so long," he said apologetically.

I smiled, feeling a flutter of excitement in my chest. "No need to apologize, Laurent. It was a pleasure discussing literature with you." I paused, my gaze meeting his with a hint of hesitation. "Perhaps we can continue this conversation over coffee sometime?"

Laurent's eyes sparkled with delight, and he nodded eagerly. "I would love that, Professor Kayla."

As Laurent gathered his things to leave, I couldn't shake the feeling of anticipation that lingered in the air. Little did I know, our shared passion for business management would soon lead us down a path neither of us could have anticipated.

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I had no idea why I invited him to share a cup of coffee with me, but I did, and I regretted it shortly after.

I had perhaps not fully considered the implications of my actions when I invited a student to join me for a cup of coffee. If we had met outside the campus, it would have been a more appropriate setting.

It may have been inappropriate, but somehow it felt right. I was succumbing to this strange attraction I had to him and it led me to make less favorable choices.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror, questioning my choice of clothing. I wore a floral midi sundress and yellow high-heeled sandals. I looked a little extra for coffee with my student. It felt as if I was going on a date.

Before deciding against it, I collected my handbag and left as I was already late.

I'd given Laurent rendezvous at a café not far from my flat. It wasn't really a fancy place, but it was enough to say that I put extra effort into the choice of the setting and I cared.

As I approached the place, I felt mixed emotions, excited and anxious at the same time. I was also afraid, given the nature of our relationship.

I glanced at my reflection in the window, smoothing down a stray lock of hair before taking a deep breath to steady my nerves. It had been years since I'd been on a date, and the prospect of meeting Laurent outside the confines of the university filled me with a mixture of excitement and trepidation.

Just as I was about to succumb to a wave of anxiety, I caught sight of Laurent approaching from down the street. His tall, lanky figure cut a striking silhouette against the backdrop of the setting sun, his easy smile sending a surge of warmth coursing through my veins.

As Laurent drew closer, I felt my pulse quicken with each step he took. I watched as he scanned the crowded sidewalk, his gaze finally landing on me with a look of recognition that set my heart aflutter.

"Bonjour, Professeur," he said, his voice seductive, making my heart pound with excitement.

Oh boy.

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Just a gentle reminder everything in the story will be going kind of fast because I want to make it short and I want to get to the end because this is a great story and I want to finish it before I lose inspiration and run out of ideas. This has happened before but I want it to be different this time so please don't judge.