The One Night Stand Turns Out To Be My Professor

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Sophia’s POV

The living room was tense, a thick silence hanging between the four of us. Ian stood with a firm posture, his presence commanding the room as usual. Jacob leaned against the wall, his arms crossed and eyes sharp, scanning us like a military commander sizing up new recruits. Jenny and I sat side by side on the couch, our shoulders almost touching.

The kidnapping had shaken us both, though Jenny bore the brunt of it. Even now, days later, I could see the haunted look in her eyes. She was trying to be strong, but the fear was still there, lurking just beneath the surface. It had changed something between us—forced us to confront the reality of the dangers we faced.

Ian’s voice broke through the silence, steady and serious. “We need to talk about what happened.”

Jenny flinched at the mention, but I squeezed her hand, a silent reassurance that I was there, that we were in this together.

“We can’t allow something like this to happen again,” Ian continued, his gaze flickering between us. “Jenny, Sophia—you both need to be able to protect yourselves. We can’t always be there to watch over you.”

Jenny shifted beside me, her discomfort evident. “I’m not like you,” she whispered. “I can’t fight.”

Ian softened, his tone gentler but still firm. “You don’t have to fight like us, Jenny. But you need to know how to defend yourself if it comes to that. You were targeted because you’re vulnerable, and we can’t let that happen again.”

Jacob stepped forward, his voice cutting through the tension with the precision of a blade. “You need training. Both of you. This isn’t just about fighting—it’s about survival.”

I looked at Jenny, who was staring at her hands, her fingers trembling slightly. I understood her fear, her reluctance. She wasn’t like us—she didn’t have the same instincts or strength. But I also knew that Ian and Jacob were right. The world we lived in was dangerous, and we couldn’t afford to be naïve anymore.

Taking a deep breath, I turned to Ian. “What does this training involve?”

Ian glanced at Jacob before answering. “We’ll start with the basics. Self-defense, situational awareness, understanding your surroundings. You need to learn how to avoid danger, how to escape if you’re caught in a bad situation. And if it comes down to it, you need to know how to fight back.”

Jenny looked up at that, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and resolve. “Fight back? I don’t know if I can…”

“You can,” I said firmly, cutting off her doubts. “We’ll do it together. We don’t have a choice, Jenny. We need to be prepared.”

She swallowed hard, nodding slowly. “Okay. I’ll do it.”

Ian’s eyes softened as he looked at me, a silent message of gratitude in his gaze. He knew how much I hated the idea of Jenny being dragged into this, but he also knew I’d do whatever it took to protect her.

Jacob straightened up, his expression all business. “We’ll start tomorrow morning. Be ready.”

The next morning, the air was crisp with the scent of early autumn, a slight chill brushing against my skin as we made our way to the training ground. It wasn’t far from the house—just a clearing in the woods behind the property, secluded and quiet. The perfect place to train without prying eyes.

Jenny and I arrived together, dressed in comfortable clothes that allowed for movement. I could feel her nervous energy beside me, the way she fidgeted with the hem of her shirt, her eyes darting around as if expecting danger to leap out from the shadows.