My professors temptation

TWENTY FOUR ❀

THIRD PERSON

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→ THEY were alone and Azariah
know she seemed suspicious and too obvious but Adriana couldn't give a flying fuck right now she was about to fuck her good.

Azariah was nervous, she knew what was going to happen yet she was nervous. Adriana though, she was excited. Excited to have her way with the girl she murdered people for.

Adriana smirked as she saw the nervousness on Azariah's face... She knew the effect she had on the girl. She could sense the anticipation in the air... This was only the beginning... "You nervous or something?" Adriana asked.

Azariah swallowed, trying to maintain her composure, her voice betraying a hint of vulnerability.

"Um, a little... It's just, you know, we're treading on unfamiliar territory here."

"Well don't be, you know I wouldn't hurt you." Adriana smirked, she wouldn't hurt HER. But everyone else in the path of her destruction, she would. But Azariah doesn't need to know that.

A flicker of relief crossed Azariah's face at Adriana's reassurance. She knew deep down that her friend spoke the truth... But it didn't lessen the trepidation that still coiled within her.

"I trust you," Azariah admitted, her voice quiet yet firm. "I really do. It's more the situation itself that's causing the nerves, you know?"

"I get it. But—" There was a pounding on the front door to which it got their attention.

Both women jumped at the unexpected sound, the pounding breaking the intimate atmosphere they had carefully cultivated. Azariah's eyes flicked to the door momentarily, her attention divided between the intrusion and the heat that had been building between them.

"Who could that be?" They both got up, Azariah putting on her clothes. When they got to the front door, they opened it. "Are you Adriana Christidou?" They asked her "yeah..." Azariah wondered as to why the police would want to talk to Adriana.

Adriana's demeanor remained calm, but there was an undercurrent of tension that betrayed the subtle shift in the atmosphere. Azariah glanced at her, trying to gauge her reaction.

The police officer, a stern-looking woman, glanced between the two women, her gaze lingering on Adriana for a moment before she spoke again. "We need to ask you some questions. May we come in?"

"Uh, yeah of course." Azariah said, let's then walk in.

The police officer followed the women into the house, her eyes sweeping the surroundings as she did. Azariah led them to the living room, trying to keep her composure despite the growing sense of uneasiness.

Once they were seated, the officer took out a small notepad, her pen poised over it. "Miss Christidou, we're currently investigating a series of disappearances in the area. We have a few questions we'd like to ask you."

"Yeah...Go ahead" Azariah mumbled. "Miss. Christidou, we have reason to believe you're involved in the deaths of, Elizabeth Hellen, Scarlett Bianchi and James Mark. We needed to come talk to you. Even if you're not in the United States, you fled which means you're a suspect."

Adriana's expression betrayed no hint of surprise, but there was a flicker of annoyance in her eyes. She had hoped that fleeing the country would put some distance between her and any investigations...

"I see." She said coolly, keeping her voice even. "And what makes you believe I'm even remotely involved in these deaths? I haven't done anything wrong."