His Name Was Ronan

"Do you know what sex is?" He asked.

She shrugged innocently, "Ma said its how babies get made."

"Do you know what it is, though? How you do it?" She shook her head, tilting it cutely to the side. What a fucking tease.

"Fuck," he cursed under his breath. They had fucked and she didn't even know what it was? Shit shit shit. He ran a hair through his hair quickly, pulling at the roots in frustration. First, he got with a fucking student, and if that wasn't bad enough, she didn't even understand what they had done.

"You cannot tell anyone, by any means what we did, Okay?"

"Why?"

"Because I am your fucking professor" he roared, making her shrink back slightly at the swear word, "and we had sex. Not only is it wrong, but I could lose my job and you could be expelled. Do you understand?"

She furrowed her eyebrows but nodded slightly, pretending to know what he was talking about.

He gave her a final, regretful look, before turning to walk away.

"Wait! We did the baby making thing?" She asked curiously.

"Absolutely fucking not."

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Professor Wilde was what one would call a mysterious man.

Contrary to his last name, he was everything but wild. He was rude, he was brooding, and above all else, he did not take risks.

But Charlotte Frei, the innocent student, who also happened to be the most kind hearted person in the world, had him infatuated.

How could someone so sweet be the best thing for someone so evil?