One Night With My Alpha Professor by Eve Above Story

Chapter 122

Audrey

I paced the small utility closet, my heart pounding a mile a minute in my chest.

With each passing moment, 1 kicked myself for coming here. It was **d, risky, and would only end in more heartbreak for me I was sure of it.

But I had to come, even if I knew it was a bad idea.

I needed to talk to Edwin, to hear him out. He had seemed so... adamant about talking to me.

And if I was being honest with myself, I wanted to see him up close again, smell his cologne, feel his arms around me. I hardly wanted to admit it, even to myself, but I missed him dearly. The way he had held me earlier in his office just made that pang even more profound.

The sound of footsteps outside made me freeze. I held my breath, listening intently. The door handle turned with a soft click, and Edwin slipped inside, closing the door quietly behind him.

The small space suddenly felt even smaller now that his broad form towered over me.

"Audrey

"Edwin," I breathed, and without thinking, I surged forward into his arms.

He caught me, his strong arms wrapping around me, holding me tight against his chest. I could feel the warmth of his body through his shirt, the steady beat of his heart. His breath tickled my hair, and the familiar scent of his cologne enveloped me. For a moment, all the tension and anger of the past weeks melted away.

This felt right-more right than anything I had felt in my life. Being held by him like this, it was as if...

As if fate wanted me here.

But reality came crashing back all too soon, I shouldn't have gone to him like that. I was still angry with him over Fiona, and I was making a fool of myself.

I quickly pulled away. "I'm sorry," I mumbled, taking a step back and bumping into the cool metal of a nearby shelf. "I don't know why I did that."

Edwin released me after a moment of hesitation. The loss of contact left me feeling oddly cold, and I suppressed a shiver. "It's alright," he said softly, his eyes searching mine. "I'm glad you came. I wasn't sure you would."

The closeness of the space, the warmth of his body, it was all making it hard to think straight. "You said you wanted

Edwin said, running a hand through his hair. "First, I want you to know that Linda won't be bothering

I've handled it."

Linda had left the building earlier, but I hadn't heard much more about it. "What happened?"

coming back." He paused, a small smile playing

grab onto a nearby shelf to steady myself. "What? How? I don't understand. My designs- 13:03 Wed,

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reached out to steady, me, his hand warm on my arm. I didn't pull away this time. "Even though your designs were destroyed, I personally went and looked at the pieces with the other

hearing. It felt like a dream, too good to be true. I

saying that

tiny smile tugging at the corners of his lips again. "I wish I could have seen you wear those pieces before they

I could say anything, Edwin said, "What's more, the designers and I want you to produce

I threw my arms around his neck, thanking him profusely. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I repeated, my voice

go, his arms tightening around me

I finally pulled back, however, a thought occurred to

I could sense that there was more

Fiona?" The name felt bitter on my tongue, and I saw Edwin's expression darken just at the mention of her. He didn't seem very much like a man in love with his betrothed "Right... There's something I need to tell

explained everything. The unwilling engagement,

more and more relieved, but also frustrated. I was relieved that he hadn't willingly betrayed me, but frustrated that he hadn't told me sooner. He should have told me he had plenty of chances to, but he

against the wall, looking more tired and vulnerable than I had ever seen him. "I thought I would be able to end things with Fiona before it came to this. But I never wanted to get engaged to her. I

a deep breath, still processing everything he had said. It was all so much, and once again,

carefully. "But I hope you know

ticking beneath his skin. “I know, I never meant to hurt

regret etched into every line of his face. And while couldn't fully forgive him yet, I felt the anger that had been simmering inside me start to dissipate. "So what now?" I asked,

grim. "I think you

might cry. "We have to say goodbye,"

stiffly, as though that small motion physically pained him. “Fiona will ruin you if she finds out we've been seeing each other. We're already on rocky ground with me helping

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hands in his. His wide fingers were surprisingly cool. Or maybe my own skin was