MY Possessive Mafia Men

MY Possessive Mafia Men

Chapter 177: I Was The Emotional Guy

Chapter 177: I Was The Emotional Guy Marshall

"Ms. Hartwell, do you have a second?" I said before the girls could bombard me with questions after my lectures.

I looked at her, even if my stern voice wanted to mellow out for her, I kept my voice professional. She gave me a nod and walked off to the side with me while the other students moved past. Some of the other gils hesitated before they too walked away, leaving us alone. "What did you want to talk about?" She asked in her soft voice, the sound of it made me want to kiss it off her lips. Being her professor would be more challenging than I had first thought.

"What did he give you?" I blurted out in a harsh tone before I could bile my tongue,

That was not what I had planned on asking her. Her eyes widened, taken aback by my sudden question.

"W..what?" She asked, her brow scrunched in confusion. She looked so damn cute when she was confused.

"What did Godwin give you?" I asked, now determined to know.

"He handed you a piece of paper. What was on it?"

The realization washed over her as her mouth gaped ever so slightly before she swallowed.

"Oh, he just.. we just...he gave me his number. It is for school." She rushed to explain, looking like she had been caught doing something she shouldn't have.

She shouldn't accept phone numbers from guys who were clearly fucking interested in her, the fucking heart eyes he had given her could/

be seen from miles away.

"For school, huh?" I raised my eyebrows and she nodded.

"Yes, for school. It is for exchanging notes and such."

suffice? Surely that would be easier for exchanging notes."

gave me his number

"Why not?"

will sit next to each other for the

towards his seat in thought before

could move him," she shook

don't want you to

sounding like

comfortable sitting next to me. I don't want a new person who

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sitting next to? The guy

that all?" She

letting go of

check in with you and hear if

any special treatment?" A chuckle escaped me as I shook

professor. If any of my students are having a hard time with something and I know about it, I will always make sure they are not struggling in my classes. You have missed some lectures, so I want to know that you are catching up before it

embarrassed, her cheeks started to

you, I am doing okay, though. Your notes helped a

""Good," I smiled.

you are not comfortable using my phone number for anything school related, my office hours are

a friend of mine, I am supposed to meet up with

won't keep you any longer." I said with a

obsessed with this girl and I didn't know how I would be able to be close to her only two days a week and then simply watch

appreciate you checking up on me." She said my title hesitantly, as if she wasn't sure if she should refer to me by the title of her

impossible to resist. It didn't help that I knew her intimately, I knew how her body responded to mine. How prettily she submitted to my will. In a way, the relationship between a professor and a student could, to some degree, be compared to that of a dominant and a submissive. Both relationships had a specific power dynamic where one held more power over the other. Fuck! I

good day and I will see you

would continue to see her now, I couldn't do more than sneak a peek once in a while as I teach. I could only hope she would forgive us soon and we