One Night With My Alpha Professor by Eve Above Story

Chapter 129 Audrey

The early autumn sun was still hanging low in the sky, a light mist blanketing the campus as I strode into the lecture hall, inhaling the crisp scent of new paper. This morning, I was attending my first class as a senior. It felt surreal, to know that within the span of less than a year, I would no longer be a student at Grayspring.

The classroom was already buzzing with chatter, students catching up after the summer break As I made my way to an empty seat, I noticed several students glancing my way and whispering. My heart sank. Were they already gossiping about me? Maybe Linda had spread some nasty rumors before she left.

Speaking of Linda... She wasn't here, thankfully. From what I understood, her parents had gotten word of her termination from Brooks Designs and had finally had enough. They had sent her to a strict boarding school-more like a boot camp, really-overseas, finally cutting her off from the family money until she learned her lesson.

Good. Grayspring felt lighter without her here, even if she had spread some rumors before her departure.

I dropped my bag on my desk and slid into my seat, trying to ignore the murmurs. Digging through my bag, I pulled out my notebook-a fresh, clean leather bound notebook to start off the new year. It was a gift from my friends as congratulations for the fashion show, who had pooled their money together to buy it.

But then I caught a snippet of conversation from the girl next to me.

That's her, isn't it? The one who had a piece at Paris Fashion Week?"

"Yeah, I saw it online. It was amazing!"

I felt my cheeks flush, a warmth spreading through my chest. So they weren't talking badly about me at all-they were... impressed by my work.

Noticing me staring, the girl next to me turned. "Hey, you're Audrey Thatcher, right? I loved your design from Paris Fashion Week."

"Oh, um, thanks," I stammered, still caught off guard by the praise. "I'm glad you liked it."

Even though thinking about Paris made my heart ache-memories of Edwin and his note still too fresh for comfort-I was glad I had participated in that fashion show. And hearing that my fellow students were rooting for me... well, it felt pretty great.

I returned my attention to my notebook, ready for class to start. But as the minutes passed, there professor.

"Where's Professor Jameson?" someone muttered behind me.

e was no sign of our

"Dunno. Maybe we'll get lucky and class will be canceled," another student joked.

Suddenly, the door banged open, making half the class jump. My heart nearly stopped as Edwin strode in, looking as handsome and imposing as ever in a crisp white shirt and dark slacks. His presence filled the room instantly, commanding

attention.

"Good morning, class," he said, and the sound of his voice after everything felt like a knife in my gut. "Professor Jameson is on unexpected leave. I'll be filling in for today's session."

my chair, my heart pounding so hard I was sure the students next to me could hear it. Of all the professors who could have substituted, it had to be him. His note had been seared into my mind, a grim reminder of

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swept the room, they landed on me for a brief moment. I could have sworn they flashed yellow

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though I was still angry with him, my body couldn't help but react to his presence. I

Bae scent of it curling through my

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night together flooded my mind.

on me

paths of embers everywhere they touched. I had to force

just cologne. And he was just a man who had left me with nothing more than

want to run to him whenever

several times. Each time, my breath caught in my throat,

His voice, as he lectured about the history of fashion design in East Europe, was both soothing and maddening. I couldn't decide if

when we had met-I wasn't going to be

it.

My palms were sweaty, and I wiped them

his eyes darting to the last few students leaving the room. Only

can't..." he started, his voice low

haven't you called or texted?" I blurted out, cutting him off. The words tumbled out before I could stop them, all the hurt and confusion of the past weeks spilling over. "Was that

blinked, surprise evident on his face. For a moment, he looked almost vulnerable. But then he said, "How can I call or text you when you still have me

up with embarrassment. Oh. Right. I had blocked him after the brunch debacle and had

I forgot about that," I admitted sheepishly, suddenly feeling foolish.

before you

his mouth turning up slightly. "I had to rush out that morning because there was an emergency," he explained, his voice gentler now. "You looked so peaceful sleeping

heart fluttered at