MY Possessive Mafia Men

MY Possessive Mafia Men

Chapter 177: | Was The Emotional Guy

Chapter 177: | Was The Emotional Guy Marshall

"Ms. Hartwell, do you have a second?" | said before the girls could bombardwith questions after my lectures.

| looked at her, even if my stern voice wanted to mellow out for her, | kept my voice professional. She gavea

nod and walked off to the side withwhile the other students moved past. Sof the other gils hesitated

before they too walked away, leaving us alone. "What did you want to talk about?" She asked in her soft voice,

the sound of it madewant to kiss it off her lips. Being her professor would be more challenging than | had

first thought.

"What did he give you?" | blurted out in a harsh tone before | could bile my tongue,

That was not what | had planned on asking her. Her eyes widened, taken aback by my sudden question.

"W..what?" She asked, her brow scrunched in confusion. She looked so damn cute when she was confused.

"What did Godwin give you?" | asked, now determined to know.

"He handed you a piece of paper. What was on it?"

The realization washed over her as her mouth gaped ever so slightly before she swallowed.

"Oh, he just.. we just...he gavehis number. It is for school." She rushed to explain, looking like she had been

caught doing something she shouldn't have.

She shouldn't accept phone numbers from guys who were clearly fucking interested in her, the fucking heart

eyes he had given her could/

be seen from miles away.

"For school, huh?" | raised my eyebrows and she nodded.

"Yes, for school. It is for exchanging notes and such."

"Exchanging notes? Wouldn't an email suffice? Surely that would be easier for exchanging notes." Her brows

lowered.

"I suppose so, but he gavehis number and it wasn't like | could decline it."

"Why not?"

"Because, we will sit next to each other for the entire semester. | would be awkward."

| looked towards his seat in thought before returning my attention to her.

"I could move him," she shook her head.

"I don't want you to move him."

"You don't?" | asked, sounding like a damn parrot.

"No, he is comfortable sitting next to me. | don't want a new person who might distractduring lectures."

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Was he fucking comfortable sitting next to? The guy who is clearly flirting with her?

""Was that all?" She asked, her voice uncertain.

"No," | replied, letting go of the whole Godwin situation for now.

"| just wanted to check in with you and hear if you have any questions about the materials." She frowned.

"I thought you said | wouldn't get any special treatment?" A chuckle escapedas | shook my head.

"This isn't you getting special treatment, it isbeing a good professor. If any of my students are having a hard

twith something and | know about it, | will always make sure they are not struggling in my classes. You have

missed slectures, so | want to know that you are catching up before it becomes too much."

"Oh," she looked embarrassed, her cheeks started to glow with that sweet blush.

"That is very considerate of you, | am doing okay, though. Your notes helped a lot."

""Good," | smiled.

"Please don't hesitate to contactif you need extra help with the materials. If you are not comfortable using

my phone number for anything school related, my office hours are Mondays and Fridays." "Thanks, | will

remember tha..." she tensed as | heard her phone ping, but before | could register her reaction, she relaxed

again.

"That is probably a friend of mine, | am supposed to meet up with her in a couple of minutes."

"Then | won't keep you any longer." | said with a hint of regret.

| did want to keep her, | was so fucking obsessed with this girl and | didn't know how | would be able to be close

to her only two days a week and then simply watch her leave.

"Okay, well, thank you again, Professor Blake. | appreciate you checking up on me." She said my title hesitantly,

as if she wasn't sure if she should refer toby the title of her professor or by my first name.

Hearing her call me, the professor made my dick twitch, which was not the appropriate tto get turned on. |

had never had a professor-student kink but something about the way her mouth formed around the words was

nearly impossible to resist. It didn't help that | knew her intimately, | knew how her body responded to mine.

How prettily she submitted to my will. In a way, the relationship between a professor and a student could, to

sdegree, be compared to that of a dominant and a submissive. Both relationships had a specific power

dynamic where one held more power over the other. Fuck! | forced myself away from that train of thought before

my pants tented enough for her to notice my reaction. Clearing my throat, | gave her a smile.

"No problem, have a good day and | will see you again on Friday."

It was another thing to meet her twice a week when | knew | would have for hours, but this was different. And

even if | would continue to see her now, | couldn't do more than sneak a peek once in a while as I teach. I could

only hope she would forgive us soon and we could get back what her had before because this wss practically

torture. | waited until she left before gathering my stuff and returning to my office. | had a couple of hours of

work before | finished the day.

My office was nothing to brag about, it had just enough space for a deal a chair in the front of the desk and two

visiting chairs at the back of it, and a shelving unit that took up an entire wall. But even if it was simplistic, |

didn't care much for the hideous floors. It was a place that had felt like hfor years. This is where | relaxed as

| worked on the syllabus and the materials for the semester. But as | sat down at my desk and booted up my

computer, | felt anything but relaxed. My mind was so keenly focused on her that I struggled to concentrate on

my job. Angelia had turnedinto a completely different person in the sense that | was usually work-driven.

When | was at work, nothing could distractfrom my tasks, but now

would rather stay with my girl than do what | need to. | had

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"Thank you for the directions, | am sure | will find the rest of the way from here. Her attiging whee footed down

the ball.

For a brief second, | considered tarting around and walking the hell away from the direction the was coming

from. But, while | dreaded any sort of contact with her, | want immature enough to hide like a line child, to

matter how muds | wanted to. A few seconds later, she turned around the corner and appeared in my line of

sight As uttered as | was in her, even a blind man could tell she was beautiful, but her personality made her

snattractive. The smile that spread her lips madeitday to get away

She had an unfortunate crash on me, a crash that, after many years wredprouted, was still strong on her part. |

had never gen her any indication that I looked at her like that, but it didn't seem to matter to her. She was

unnerving in her pursuit of me, gingbedroom eyes whenever | was near and her voice filled with hat it didn't

help that | had to see her at Kosando's this. Whenever | forget the keys to the back doot, | had to go through her

first and | always get stuck in a conversation with her. | was known as the laid back guy in or group, always

friendly, and it went against my nature to be anything but polite with wonen, even those | wanted nothing to do

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Chapter Comments

Dawn Corfitzson

it still shouldn't be a problem putting her in her place