Please Professor / 18+

Chapter 1

                       My name is Ophelia Odell, and I fell in love with my English professor.

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Ophelia was 19 when she first met the man she wanted to walk down the isle with one day, she didn't just want a quick fling for an easy grade, or a taboo romance for a little story to tell her friends one day. She wanted the real thing. The love from a man, a strong, handsome man who could keep her safe.

It all started on a beautiful sunny Friday morning in July, Ophelia walked into university like every other day, her friend Lily told her about the new English professor who was starting that day.

She said she had heard rumours about him being very handsome with muscles that showed through his shirt. All the girls were talking about him.

Mr Cree.

She liked the sound of his name, it sounded mysterious, sexy in fact.

As they strolled through the halls together to their first class of the day, English, they discussed their excitement to see what this mysterious professor looked like. They both had made up little images in their minds.

Walking into their class they saw a tall man, easily 6'2 who would tower over Ophelia who only stood at 5'5, with his back to the class writing on the chalkboard at the front. Lily nudged Ophelia as gave her a little smirk as the rumours were true, the outline of his muscles could be seen though his tight, long sleeve white shirt.

As Ophelia took her seat and placed her books on her desk, Mr Cree turned to the class and spoke.

"Hello class, my name is Mr Cree and I will be your professor for the rest of the school year."

As all the girls in the class sat with their hands under the chin, elbows on the desk, swooning over the beautiful man before them all, the boys all groaned at the girls reactions.

The 'popular' girls all said hello in unison to try and gain the professors attention, whilst Ophelia sat there admiring him from her desk. His perfect chiselled jaw, his piercing blue eyes, his dark brown hair tousled on top of his head like he had just ran his hand through it moments ago. And the light stubble that peppered his face.

Ophelia stayed quiet, raking her eyes down his body, his black trousers fit perfectly, hugging all the right places. His black brogues that looked polished that very morning. But the thing that she liked the most was the navy blue tie that sat perfectly around his neck.

However, whilst admiring this man before her she noticed the gold wedding band on his ring finger. She felt a slight feeling of what she could only explain as sadness, but why would she feel sad, he's her professor after all? He would never look twice at her, would he? She thought.

As the class settled down, Mr Cree began to speak.

"I would like you all to pair up with the person sat beside you for the rest of the term, you will be required to complete a story of your choice by the end of the year, this will go towards your final grade and will be a joint effort. I expect you all to pitch in.

Now as there is a odd number of students, one of you lucky students will be working along side myself - but please don't expect an easy A. I have chosen this student based off what your previous professor Mrs Ross has told me and I believe this student is capable of getting a high grade alone.."

He paused, Ophelia sat not really paying attention at this point as she thought he couldn't be her, she has never excelled at English, but always tried her hardest to get a passing grade.