Balqees

He was her professor and she was his student. 
He shouldn’t have told her to stay behind for her ‘punishment’ and he most definitely shouldn’t have told her to spread her legs on his desk when he had a class in the next five minutes.

Kayla Hastings is a wild party girl, who is carefree loves to have fun, and has a bubbly personality but she is feisty and squeamish, completely different from Oliver Wilde who is uptight, cold, and hates lateness to his bone. Both of them have secrets and a past they desperately want to forget but what happens when the opposite attracts and they get tossed into a world of betrayal, pain, secrets, and life-and-death actions?

Note: This is a stand-alone book but it is based on two characters introduced in a previous book written by me called: Twists and Turns on GoodNovel. For more context and character information, you can read that first but it's not necessary.

My Professor and I.

She hated masks. More importantly, she hated how her parents wore them. How they could sit on their red arched sofa sipping tea and having light conversation dressed so refined and sophisticated. It bothered her as she stood in the middle of the luxurious living room of their regal mansion.

A lot of things bothered her recently but seeing them today heightened the churning in her stomach. Sometimes she suspected they weren't her parents but she had her mother's Hazel eyes, hips, and hair and from her father, she got the shape of her eyes and lips.

This home, a prison to be exact, didn't bring any pleasant memories to her. She wasn't abused-not physically anyway-but emotionally, they tore her apart and the worst part was they never did anything to her and that was the issue, they never did anything.

"Mom, Dad," she called out coolly and they looked up from whatever activity they were doing.

Chapter Twenty-Six.