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Chapter 140: I Am Falling For My Professor? Chapter 140: I Am Falling For My Professor? Angelia

My hands were sweaty as I walked to the classroom, I hated walking into a room full of people. This was precisely what I had wanted to avoid, I cursed myself for forgetting the time. Like I had been afraid of, there were plenty of people already there but luckily most of them were either on their phones or talking to others. Some were watching anyone entering with a bored expression.

Taking an empty seat as near the front as possible, I opened my bag and pulled out my notebook. and a pen. A couple of minutes later, the professor walked in and began teaching almost right away. I was just relieved that she didn't try any of those icebreaker games with us, I wasn't a fan of them. The awkwardness was too much for me.

Two of my classes went by quickly and I only had one more before I could go home. It was strange being back at school after three months away. I had gotten so used to my summer routine and I felt a kind of longing for those days. Don't get me wrong, I love my major but I felt like my plate was already full enough without adding anything else on it. Again, I thought about how having two jobs, going to school and having time to be with my dominants, all the while having time for homework on the side would work out.

Nkay had given me today off but that was the end of her consideration which was already much more than any of the other bosses I have had. It was like I could take many days off anyway, I still needed to be able to pay my bills. I knew my men wouldn't hesitate to help me but I would never be able to ask them for money. Something, I felt like twenty-four hours in a day weren't enough, there were so many things I had to do that by the end of it, I had only managed to do half.

Aside from a few hellos to some people I shared classes with before, I didn't talk to anyone which was all the better. When I was nervous, I found it hard to hold a conversation unless it were with friends.

"Ahh, Miss. Hartwell!" Someone called out and I stiffened, recognizing the voice.

"Professor Gilbert." I greeted as I turned around to face my former professor.

Professor Gilbert was a man in his late forties with a bald head and a beer gut. I was happy when I finished his class, he was quite unnerving to be around.

'Hope you had a nice summer?" His eyes dropped to my tank top for a split second before looking. back up at me.

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Chapter 140 I Am Falling For My Professor?

Suddenly feeling uncomfortable and exposed in my low neckline, I shifted on my feet. As much as I wanted to hide the swell of my breasts, I was afraid any move on my part would bring his attention back to them. "Yes, it has been good. What about yours?"

I was too polite for my own good, all I wanted to do was ignore him and walk away but my manners held me in place. Damn my parents for raising me well.

wasn't that bad either but it was great being back at work again. I will miss you in my classes, though." He said it was a

than I had been in his class, trying to get away from the weird attention he seemed to give

I shifted on my

is nice."

my class will start soon.

good day as

became his student. We had only exchanged a few words, mainly me apologizing for literally running into him. From the first second I started his class, he had treated- me differently than the others, giving me way too

even though it had been my favorite spot to relax at before classes started. The

but what could I really say? He had never done anything wrong, not really. They wouldn't care that he had looked at me a little too much or asked me how my day

thought should be interesting. I knew from my adviser that this course was popular and filled up quickly but I had been lucky enough to get a spot. It was also one of my required courses so I was relieved that it all worked out for me. This time, I was early and managed

I Am

flashed in his

are Joyce's friend,

"Yes, I am."

she fucking went on our professor's

chuckled

an arrow but she was something else. It was her beauty that everyone saw first but her personality and strong will made

remembered

voman

pissed I had been when she had told me about the professor. The old had thrown out racist remarks that had my stomach turning. If Joyce hadn't already talked to the department chairperson before telling me about what had happened, I would have marched right down there to do it myself. It hurt to think about the racism she and the others were subjected to by their professor, they didn't deserve that kind of

you think I could get her phone number? I would love to ask her out." The guy beside

strangers." I said it almost attentively, afraid

right, that makes sense. I am Godwin by the way, it is

management." Our professor, who must have shown up at some point,