One Night With My Alpha Professor by Eve Above Story

Chapter 82

Audrey & Third Person

Audrey's POV

I was so absorbed in examining the belt of blue satin fabric that nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard my name suddenly being called from behind me.

"Audrey?"

I whirled around at the sound of the familiar voice to see none other than Max standing in the doorway, his broad frame nearly filling the entire space. My heart immediately started racing, but not in the way it used to when we were together.

Of course it was him. Because I couldn't catch a break, right?

"Max? What are you doing here?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady despite myself.

He took a step into the storeroom, his form effectively blocking the exit. "Oh, thank the Goddess you're here. I've been looking for you. I wanted to talk."

I swallowed hard, glancing around for another way out. But the storeroom was long and narrow, with only one door. I was trapped, and my ex was standing in my way. I supposed I had no choice but to hear him out.

"Okay," I said cautiously, folding my arms across my chest defensively. "What do you want to talk about?"

Max moved closer, his eyes softening in a way that used to make any knees weak. Now, it just made me uncomfortable. "I you so f**g much, Audrey. I've been thinking a lot about us lately, and I can't handle being separated from you,"

miss

I took an involuntary step back to put a little more space between us. "Max, we've been over this," I said firmly, "You and I are done. Forever.

He shook his head and took another few steps toward me, effectively closing the distance between us again. My eyes darted over his shoulder, where the door was still open. I could make a run for it, I thought to myself, but the rows of shelves might

be too narrow.

"Look, I know I messed up, he murmured, holding his hands out placatingly. "What I said at the bonfire... I didn't really mean any of it. I was just upset and drunk. You know how I can get sometimes." "That's not an excuse," I replied as I took a step pretty awful things about me. About humans in general. It was horrible. And let's not forget how you and Linda ganged up to the side in order to find an avenue to get away from him. "You said some on me in this very room"

Max, unfortunately, sidestepped to block me again. His eyes grew husky as he gazed down at me, close enough now to touch me if he just reached out. "I know, and I'm sorry, I was an idiot. But Audrey, I love you. We were good together, weren't we?"

he reached for me. I stepped backwards, just out of his reach. But my back hit a shelf, and I realized I had nowhere else to

We can't go back.

cheap cologne wafting off of his skin. The scent, a scent which used to make my stomach flutter, but now it just made me wrinkle my

placing his hand on the

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For old times'

between us, trying to press his lips against mine. Panic surged throu me, and I reacted

lips could meet mine, pushing him away with

had. Max stumbled backwards, his arms windmilling wildly as he tried to regain his balance-but

I watched in horror as the shelf teetered, then began to fall. Max's eyes widen in surprise just before he disappeared under an avalanche of fabric

see was a mountain of colorful textiles where Max had been standing. "M-Max?" I called out tentatively,

I could hear

me out of here!" His

out, we would just be right

the bolt of fabric I needed for my dress and turned

out, not really feeling very sorry at all. "I've got to run. I'm sure you'll

his protests, I hurried out of the storeroom, clutching my fabric to my chest. I didn't slow down until I was safely back in my

to untangle himself from the mountain of fabric, cursing under his breat as he shoved the piles upon piles of unraveled bolts aside. His clothes were rumpled, and bits of thread clung to his

as he stood, brushing himself off. "Where did

storeroom, taking in the mess of sc**d fabric bolts. Audrey was long gone by now, leaving nothing behind except an open door that was still swaying on its hinges. For a moment, Max considered trying to clean up the mess, but then shrugged. Let someone else deal with it. It's not

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