Teacher's Pet

6

[ Morganton ]

"See, you can't even push me away, Adeline."

She was too weak to push me away. Our eyes were locked in a very long stare, like she was trying to figure out my thoughts.

"I can't..." She looked down and sighed heavily. I held her wrist carefully and made her one hand touch my shoulder. 

"Why can't you?"

"This... This is so confusing, Morganton." She looked at me, her eyes longing for more. 

"Do you want me to do this for you, Adeline?"

"I... I don't know." She looked so problematic about the situation we had. "This is wrong, Morgan. This is something that we shouldn't do."

"So what if it's wrong? We can make it right." I unhesitatingly answered, my gaze full of lust.

"I am your professor. You're my student, that's all." She stood up and walked far away from me.

"Right," I sarcastically answered, and I took the paper that was on the table. It was my real draft for the task she made me do.

"Here, I was joking." I put it down on her table and walked to go to the door. I immediately opened it, getting ready to just go back to Maure’s.

"You're leaving?"

"Do you need anything else?" I answered, looking like her own pet who just follows everything she would command.

"Let's... Let's smoke." She sighed, putting down the paper I gave her.

"Alright." I closed the door and took out cigarettes from my pocket. I couldn't resist her; I wanted to pursue her feelings and completely own her.

She was just leaning against the wall while smoking in one hand. It looked like she was thinking deeply about personal things. I didn't bother to ask; I wanted her to just tell me comfortably.

"You said you don't like smoking... Here you are with me." I spoke, breaking the silence.

"I changed my mind." She paused. "Let's talk about your draft. What are your ideas for the book?"

"It's all about romance... Two people who had long age-gap." I licked my lower lip and exhaled a smoke. She looked at me, confused.

I wanted to write something about us, Adeline. You are my fantasy.

"And?" She tried to act normal and clueless.

"The world looked like it was against them in all aspects."

"Is this based on your experience? Your writing style?" She furrowed her eyebrows, walking closer to me.

"Maybe... You don't like the idea?" I bit my lower lip and gave her an innocent smile.

"Don't make the other person a minor. We are going to get cancelled for pedophilia." She had to throw away the first cigarette stick she took and offered me her open hand for another stick.

I smirked playfully and didn't give her another stick. Instead, I sat down on the sofa like a man, leaning against it.

She was staring at me, annoyed badly.

"Morgan." She rolled her eyes and walked closer to me. Her arms crossed over her chest. She touched my knee already with hers.

"Give me," she uttered, looking down at me.

I held her waist carefully and pulled her, making her sit down on my lap. She looked at me with her eyes widening. And she didn't even stand up.

"What... What are you doing?"