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.

he called out when he emerged, soaking wet, a

already uncorking a bottle of wine.

startling, but as I surfaced, pushing my wet hair back from my face, I already

me with the wine bottle in one hand. "You look like you could use

spread through my chest, the alcohol providing a pleasant

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I said, handing the bottle back.

the time as a teenager whenever I needed to get away from my

second secret place you've shared with me,

raised an eyebrow, Betty added, "The attic bedroom used to be my hideout as well."

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you're going through some

her head, taking a swig from the wine bottle. She handed it to me,

smiled, and began to backstroke away-a silent offer of some much-needed space to clear my head. I decided to take a quiet swim by myself along the rocky shore. The wine had

notice the large rock jutting out from the shore until it was too late. My foot struck it hard, and I let out a yelp of pain, the sharp sting jolting up my

back toward the shore to call 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

my foot in the dim moonlight. The sight of the blood made me feel light-headed. It looked worse than it felt, but

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

then a familiar voice

turned to see Edwin standing there, a glass of whiskey in his hand and a look of surprise written across his face. His presence was the last thing I expected, and

confusion and concern. "I could ask you the same thing," he said, slowly sipping his whiskey. This is my private cottage. I come here in the summer to get

a bitter laugh, feeling entirely as if I was having another

fell to my foot, and his expression shifted to one of genuine concern.

said, trying to stand but wobbling as pain shot through my foot. The prospect of swimming back to my friends seemed suddenly overwhelming, but as I looked around, I could see a

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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

I muttered, not meeting his gaze. "But this doesn't