One Night With My Alpha Professor by Eve Above Story

Chapter 115 Audrey

I stormed into the house that night, slamming the door behind me with a force that reverberated through the walls. My mind was still reeling from that unexpected encounter with Edwin, the scent of him still lingering on my skin. All I could think about was washing it off, scrubbing away every part of him-

"Whoa, what's got you all worked up?" Tina's voice cut through my haze, and I looked up to see her peering over the back of the couch with wide eyes.

I shook my head, not ready to delve into what had just happened-not even with her. "Nothing. Just... work stuff, I lied, trying to keep the bitter edge out of my voice but failing miserably.

Gavin emerged from the kitchen next with a slice of half-eaten pizza in hand. "You okay, Audrey?"

"I'm fine," I snapped, the words more abrupt than I intended. Instantly, I regretted my tone. "Sorry, I just.. I need to unwind.

Betty and Avis exchanged a glance, and Betty's face lit up. "I know just the thing. Midnight swim, anyone?"

The suggestion took me by surprise. "A swim!" I asked.

Betty nodded. "There's a lake not far from here. We can walk there, bring some booze..."

Phit my lip, considering for a moment. It was late on Wednesday night, and I had work in the morning, but the idea of going for a dip and getting tipsy under the stars sounded appealing. "F**k it," I said, throwing my hands up in the air. "A swim sounds f**king fantastic.

"Yes!" Avis cheered, leaping up from the couch. "I'll grab the wine!"

Within minutes, we were making our way out of the house, armed with bottles of wine and towels. The night air was thick with the scent of summer-blooming flowers and freshly mowed grass-as we scurried through the woods behind the

house.

"Here it is," Betty said, pulling aside a fern frond to reveal a small, glimmering lake sitting in the middle of the woods.

I couldn't help but gasp softly as I stepped onto the rocky shore.

The moon hung low and full in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the tranquil water. The entire lake was surrounded by trees aside from one cottage sitting at the far end, entirely secluded. It was like something out of a dream: peaceful and idyllic, exactly what I needed after the day I'd had.

As we set our things down, Gavin didn't waste any time. There was a rope hanging from a nearby tree branch, and he grabbed it with a grin, his laughter ringing out into the air as he launched himself into the water with a wh**p.

called out when he emerged,

already uncorking a bottle of wine. "Last

pushing my wet

Betty said, swimming over to me with the wine bottle in one hand. "You look like you could use

long swig, relishing the warmth that spread through my

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"Thanks," I said, handing the bottle back.

come here all the time as a teenager whenever I needed to get

place you've shared with

technically" When I raised an eyebrow, Betty added, "The attic bedroom used to be my hideout as well." "Betty, you didn't have

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her voice so only I could hear while the others splashed around in the background. "Look, I... I know you're going through some stuff. I don't know who it is exactly, but I can

trailed off, and she shook her head, taking a swig from the wine bottle. She handed it to me, and I did the same. "Thank you. Betty," was all I could

my head. I decided to take a quiet swim by myself along the rocky shore. The wine had loosened my muscles, and the gentle lapping

hard, and I let out a yelp of pain, the sharp sting jolting up my

for help, but my friends were too far away to hear me. I was close enough to the cottage, though, so gritting my teeth, I swam toward the small

onto the weathered wood, wincing as I examined my foot in the dim moonlight. The sight of the blood made me feel light-headed. It looked worse than it felt, but the sharp pain was

thought. Now I was going to get in trouble for tre**ing on top of everything else. The last thing

and then a familiar voice

His presence was the last thing I expected, and it took me a moment to process the situation. "What the hell are you doing here?" I

he said, slowly sipping his whiskey.

let out a bitter laugh, feeling entirely as if I was having another nightmare. "Of course it is. Because apparently, I can't escape

foot, and his expression shifted to one of genuine concern. "You're

suddenly overwhelming, but as I looked around, I could see a

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band-aid on it." I wanted to refuse, to tell him to go to hell. But my steps faltered and although I attributed it to the pain in my foot, there was another part of me nagging me to stay. Finally, after a long, painful moment, I

muttered, not meeting his gaze.