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."

Surely that would

so, but he gave me his number and it wasn't

"Why not?"

to each other for the

thought before

him," she

you to move

sounding like a damn

next to me. I don't want

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sitting next to? The guy who is clearly flirting with

that all?" She asked, her

of the whole

hear

get any special treatment?" A chuckle escaped

you getting special treatment, it is me being a good 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

started to glow with

you, I am doing okay, though.

""Good," I smiled.

if you need extra help with the materials. If you are not comfortable using my phone number for anything school related, my office hours are Mondays and Fridays." "Thanks, I will remember tha..." she tensed as I heard her phone ping, but

is probably a friend of mine, I am supposed to meet up with her in a couple

won't keep you any longer." I

with this girl and I didn't know how I would be able to be close to her only two

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

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 forced myself away from that train of thought before my pants tented enough for her to

have a good day and I will see

in a while as I teach. I could only hope she would forgive us soon and we could get back what her had before because this wss practically torture. I waited until she left before gathering my stuff and returning to my office. I had a couple of