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."

his body, it was all making it hard to think straight. "You said you wanted to explain

"First, I want you to know that Linda won't be

I've handled it."

Linda had left the building earlier, but I hadn't heard

with Leo. They won't be coming back." He paused, a small smile playing on his lips. "And you'll be keeping your internship. In fact... you're going

nearby shelf to steady myself. "What? How? I don't understand. My

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at the pieces with the other designers. We could see the care and skill that was put into them. And since Linda was disqualified, you're

couldn't believe what I was hearing. It felt like a dream, too good to be true. I

saying that to make

about this. Your designs were beautiful." He sighed, a tiny smile tugging at the corners of his lips again. "I wish I could have seen you wear those pieces before

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

around his neck, thanking him profusely. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I repeated, my voice mu***ed against his

close, and I could feel his reluctance to let go, his arms tightening around me as though he were afraid that I'd

back, however, a thought occurred to me. "Will you be

will," he said, although I could sense that there was more

He didn't seem very much like a man in love with

unwilling engagement, Fiona's threats, his repeated attempts to end things to no

felt more and more relieved, but also frustrated. I was relieved that he hadn't willingly betrayed me, but

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 was forced

everything he had said. It was all so much, and once again, I felt

carefully. "But I hope you

his skin. “I know, I never meant to

every line of his face. And while couldn't fully forgive him

expression turned grim. "I

suddenly feeling like I might cry.

we've been seeing

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