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Her Professor, His Obsession

Aria Giovanni has never been a rule breaker, until her last year in college. She unknowingly spent a night with her new professor, professor Damon Carter. She thought he was just a professor. He knew she was the key to his revenge. Aria Giovanni has only one goal... graduate from Westbridge University and finally leave behind the struggles of student life. But that reckless night out changes everything when she was in the arms of a mysterious stranger... one she's sure she'll never see again. Until she walks into her literature class. Damon Carter isn't just a professor, he's a billionaire leading a double life. His mission is simple, get close to Aria, use her to lure out her father... Robert Giovanni... the man who destroyed his life five years ago. But as his carefully laid out plans unfold, Damon finds himself entangled in something far more dangerous than revenge... desire. Aria knows she shouldn't fall for her professor. He's older, off-limits, and far too dangerous for her heart. When the truth comes out, shattering her world, Aria is forced to face the ultimate betrayal. Now, with her future on the line, and her heart caught between love and revenge, she must decide... Will she walk away from him forever, or surrender to the man who's been obsessed with her from the start?
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Chapter 2

ARIA

24 hours earlier...

Laura came over for a sleep over at my place but i suspect she has other plans, i just don't know what they are yet.

She always loved coming to my place, the fact that i lived in a luxurious house, the one my father arranged close to school for me.

He is always away for business, i just have a few maids come put food in the fridge and clean the place.

"It's so sad what happened to professor Albert" i said half asleep.

"There are rumours that he was murdered"

"What?"

"Yeah, look at this" Laura said bringing her phone to my face to show me what people were saying on our school website.

The comments were wild.

Student286367: Professor Albert's death is so weird.

Student431638: I heard he was murdered and I believe that.

Student236487: Maybe he was into illegal activities like a gang or the mafia... lol.

Student364278: He definitely didn't die a normal death. I hear the police and forensic is hiding the truth from us.

"These people are crazy" I said, locking her phone shut.

Professor Albert had always been my favourite lecturer up until he was found dead in his house when his wife and kids were away.

"They are supposed to be worried and sad that he died, not how he died" i groaned.

"Woah, chill girl, we know you were his favourite student but aren't you overreacting?" Laura asked with a concerned look.

"There's this club I always go to, to loosen up, I'm going there tonight, wanna come?" She asked.

And there it was, i knew she had something planned, she always has something planned.

"Whyyyyy" i dragged out, "we're supposed to be mourning the loss of our professor"

"But we already did that in school, let's go out and celebrate his... death?"

I let out a small laugh. She just didn't have any good excuse, did she?

"Fine, i'll come with you Laura"

"Yay!" She squealed.

"I don't have anything to wear"

"You have a wardrobe full of expensive clothes, we'll find you something to wear, trust me"

"Wait, what kind of club are we going to?"

She rushed to my bed and sat beside me. I could see the excitement in her face.

"This particular place is filled with hot and rich people. It's a kind of place where you get to meet people who will take you to heaven on earth"

I narrowed my eyes towards her.

"What? Who knows, I could find me a rich dude there and you could find someone to finally disvirgin you"

"Oh my God, Laura" I screamed throwing a pillow at her.

Maybe she was right. I was about to finish college, i needed to live a little. I also needed a new boyfriend.

I've had a few, but nothing more than a few kisses and some touches here and there.

I thought the last one was the "one", but apparently he couldn't wait until i was ready.

Maybe now I'm ready.

*****

It was 8pm and Laura was finally done with me.

I looked and felt different. I felt more confident, without my glasses, my hair wasn't tied into a ponytail and I had red lipstick on.

The red dress matches my red lipstick and red eye colour. I heard red eye colours are the rarest.

When I was little people often thought I was a freak or something and when I grew older i started wearing lenses... that's when I'm not wearing my glasses.

And I wasn't wearing my glasses tonight. The short dress complemented my skin perfectly.

The low neck and thin straps exposed my shoulder and cleavage.

"You look so stunning Ari, we are going to find you a man in no time" Laura said as she stood besides me in her shimmering gold dress and obvious heavy makeup.

If I was a guy, I would approach her the moment she step foot into the club.

"Are you ready?" She asked and I nodded taking my purse.

"When do we get back home? It's already past 8" i said, a little worried.

Laura chucked and she looped her hand around mine and made me walk with her downstairs as we headed to the club with my car.

*****

The club was full of life and active. The music was giving and the speakers added vibrations through out the whole place. There were people on the dance floor, rocking to the music like their lives depended on it.

"Having fun?"

I smiled when Laura walked up to me with a cute guy in her arm. She was looking buzzed and there was a drink in her hand.

"Uhm yeah" i lied.

I had been sitting alone at the bar for at least 20 minutes, shooing every guy that came my way with a glare. They all looked like jerks. And I was overly cautious.

"I don't believe you" she said as she ordered heavy alcohol from the bar and told me to drink it.

I drank it and was already feeling light. She held my hand and took me to the centre of the club, the guy followed suit.

We started dancing. She was mostly dancing with her new found friend but i didn't care, not until i noticed someone staring at me from the shadows.

I couldn't see his face properly, i only saw the lower part of his face and his glass going to his lips.

He pointed his index finger and curved it three times, urging me to go to him. I stared hard to make sure I wasn't drunk and seeing things.

"Are you alright?" Laura shouted over the loud music.

I just nodded my head and told her to give me a minute. When i turned back, i couldn't find the stranger anymore.

I basically jogged through the crowd and went to the bar, i only saw where he was sitting... empty.

I ordered another drink from the bar and took it in one gulp. Maybe i was high already.

Or so I thought until a wave of masculine scent filled my lungs. I whipped my head around and I was met with a drop dead, most handsome man i had ever seen.

"Hello"

His voice was thick and filled with something... dangerous. My eyes were locked on his Adams apple when he talked.

"I've never seen you here before, is this your first time at the club?" He asked.

"Yes" i said taking another drink.

"And you're alone?"

"No I came, with a friend"

"A friend huh, not a boyfriend?"

"No, no boyfriend"

"Good"

The deepness in his voice made me want to move from my stool, but I had to control myself.

He extended his hands towards me, i looked at them for a moment... long fingers, clean perfect nails. I could see some veins pop out from his inner wrist.

I couldn't imagine the way his veins would be so visible on his whole arms. Imagine those hands touching me and...

"Walk with me" he said in a low tone.

I bit my lips, and my eyes fell on his hand for a split second. This man was certainly older than me by a long stretch but I didn't care in that moment.

I glanced at Laura but she was too busy dancing, so I took his hand.

"You're so fucking sexy" he said in my ear as one of his hand slid down to my waist.

Tingles ran down my spine. My body was hot, my cheeks flushed. I wanted this man.

*****

We both crashed on the bed of the hotel room he had booked. I was ontop of him. Kissing hard.

He spun me over and kissed me even harder and i let out involuntary moans.

"Fuck" he said in a rough voice.

He unbuttoned his shirt, and Lord, his whole body was made of hard but soft muscles, if that made sense.

I've never seen a sexier man.

He kissed me again and hooked my legs around his hips as he grinds into me. I could feel his buldge, i could tell he was big.

I arched my back at the feeling of his buldge rubbing my wet panties.

He slowly removed my dress and panties. He traced kisses from my lips, to my neck, my abdomen and then his lips touched my clit.

"Fuck" i moaned out loud, unable to control myself.

"I can tell you want me so bad baby girl" he said, "tell me what you want me to do to you"

His words sent hot breaths to my clit. I couldn't speak. He came back up and kissed me again.

"Open that pretty mouth of yours and tell me what you want"

"Please... please make me feel good" i gasped out.

"Good girl" he said as he took his middle finger and pushed it inside of me.

"Fuck" i cried out.

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