One Night With My Alpha Professor by Eve Above Story

Chapter 89 Edwin

I was still riding high on my victory over that little**t, Max, as settled back at my seat at the bar. Carefully adjusting my mask on my face, I dusted the last remnants of a scuffle in the courtyard off of the sleeves of my jacket and ordered another scotch-to celebrate, of course.

Charles, finally finding me after my little disappearing act, settled onto the seat next to me.

"Where did you go?" he whispered, keeping his voice low so only I could hear. "Was that you who taught that little s** a

lesson?

I sneered slightly, remembering the pathetic sight of Max cowering on the ground in front of me. Sipping my freshly refilled scotch, I said, "I didn't harm him, if it's any consolation. Not physically, at least." Charles quirked an eyebrow. "He looked pretty beat up when he came running back in here. Security escorted him out, accusing him of doing drugs in the bathroom."

"Good. Let them think that," I replied with a curt nod as I adjusted my tie clip. "And let's just say that he won't be bothering Audrey anymore, at least not for a good, long while

"I suppose you're not going to elaborate, Charles retorted with a chuckle.

I shook my head and quickly wiped a bit of marker off of the tip of my finger.

"Not here, I won't, I replied. "But I'll say this: I gave him a good scare. And the best part? He has no idea who I am. As far as he knows, I'm just some random masked man who caught him in the act and wrecked his expensive suit."

Charles chuckled. "Well, whatever you did, it seems to have worked. Look." He nodded his head toward a table toward the back of the gathering, where Audrey and her friends were currently grinning and laughing. Ms. Morrie was in the midst of calling out the winner's of tonight's rattle, and it seemed that Audrey's night had been a success.

I suppressed a shudder as I considered what might have happened if I hadn't removed that broom from the bathroom door. Audrey and her friend might have even been in the hospital by now. Despite my restraint, a small growl rumbled somewhere in my chest. "Maybe now he'll think twice before-"

"And the male winner is.. Number 491"

Ms. Morrie's voice rang through the speakers, echoing across the large reception hall. There was a brief moment of murmuring and shifting as male attendees checked their cards, only for the fated number 49 to be nowhere to be found.

"I'm number 48, Charles muttered, turning his card over between his fingers before glancing at me. "You don't suppose..."

1 froze, my hand instinctively going to the card I had stuffed in my pocket. Pulling it out, I stared in disbelief at the number printed there: 49,

Yeals, right. Like I was going to accept a reward for a date with a student.

"499" Ms. Morrie called out again, her eyes scanning the crowd. "Does anyone have the number 49 on their card?"

hoping that if I didn't react, they would just assume that the winner wasn't

had apparently seen my card, grabbed my wrist and thrust

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out excitedly. "Number

eyes were on me. I froze again, pressing my lips into

you are," Ms. Morrie called out, beckoning me forward. She didn't recognize

around the room and reluctantly

a hint of amusement in

shot him a withering glare over my shoulder before slowly making my way up to the podium. As I walked, I scanned the crowd, my eyes

behind her cat mask. The mask covered her upper lip, making her appear even more

head slightly turned to avoid direct eye contact with anyone-especially Audrey who, thankfully,

our female first-place winner! Ms. Morrie turned to the female raffle box, building the suspense as she dug deeply into the slips of paper. "Drumroll please.

turning away as I saw one of Audrey's friends force her to stand up from her table. She looked bashful as she picked up her skirt and slowly began to approach, her cheeks red beneath her green

was too

us all alone, surrounded by the vastness of the cosmos, a bottle of champagne between us, those big blue eyes of hers wide with

me. Thankfully, as she stepped up onto the stage, she didn't show any signs of recognition. If she did know it

the end of the raffle," Ms.

the floor, hoping to just grab my coat and get the

"Hold

crowd. I froze, my shoulders stiffening, as she said

their way to the dance floor. The orchestra began to play a soft, romantic

Da**it.

2/4

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to be recognized. She took it, and I led her to the dance floor, my heart pounding

that Audrey seemed blissfully distracted, her eyes darting around the

I was

up a conversation with

replied with a grunt, clenching my jaw as I looked away; I didn't want her to recognize