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.

”Do it, professor. Burn me.”

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 are tossed into a world where they have to confront their pasts, betrayal, love, pain, and war against their hearts and future?

My Professor and I.

[Song for this chapter is Breaking Dawn by Ailee because I've been listening to it a lot and it fit so why not? Also, long Author's note at the end, please read.]

The word hung in the air like a blade suspended mid-fall, its edge glinting with the promise of devastation.

Evelyn stood in Wyatt's jersey, rain falling outside the window she was in front of, her expression an unreadable mask of ice and shadow. Her gaze flicked between them, between Wyatt, his face twisted with fury, and Kayla, standing there with her fists clenched, her whole world crumbling beneath her feet.

Kayla swallowed, but her throat felt like sandpaper. "Evie, I—"

Evelyn's laugh was soft, but it wasn't amused. It was broken. Fractured at the edges, held together by something razor-thin.

Chapter Eighty.