Her Professor, His Obsession

DAMON

"Uh shit. Shit. Sorry" Aria said as made her way down the stairs with her friend, looking for a free seat.

I don't know what it is about her that captivates me. This wasn't the plan. I never planned to be in bed with her. Although i had known her even before we met at that club.

And what in God's name was I thinking when I took her to that hotel? I kissed her and did all kinds of things to her, but I didn't fuck her. I couldn't.

There's a huge age gap between us but yet, i can't seem to stop thinking about her and all the things i would love to do to her.

The closer she got, the more i was able to appreciate her figure.

She has a curvy slim figure. Her jeans complemented her curved hips perfectly. She looked as perfect as she did in her red dress.

The thought of having those legs wrap around my waist filled my mind. I shook my mind, more worried about my self control than my arousal.

"There's a free seat here" i called out to them, making my tone slightly annoyed to mask my own confused emotions.

"Thank you sir" her friend said.

She looked at me for what seemed like an eternity. I tried not to look at her heaving full chest. They must have been running to class.

She finally sat down beside her friend, adjusted her glasses and brought her books out.

I turned back to the board to continue the course outline trying to distract myself. What is wrong with me? She is just a kid. And here i was, oogling at her shamelessly.

She seems to be pretending like that night never happened. Maybe she thinks i regret it. Whatever her reason was. It was for the best.

Anytime I glanced at her, she would shift slightly. Was I making her uncomfortable? I felt a pang of guilt in my chest. For some reason, i didn't want to see her sad or disappointed.

As I stood before the class, having just finished teaching for the day something about her caught my attention.

Those almost red eye colour, i would remember those eyes any day.

I hesitated on ending the class so I found something to say.

"As I mentioned a few days ago,"I said, my gaze briefly sweeping over Aria, lingering just a second longer than necessary,

"Your assignment is still due next week. Pick a character that's mostly seen as a villain, and defend them. Justify their actions. Analyze it. Be bold with your thoughts. Make me believe you."

A few students groaned softly under their breath.

"Ugh" her friend muttered just loud enough to hear but i didn't really care, I wanted to see how she would react. But she didn't.

"Class dismissed" I said in a loud voice, "we will meet next week and i will choose a class assistant by then."

The whole class erupts into chaos as everyone tried to get out of the class at the same time.

"Not you" i said pointing at her.

Her face paled for a second, then her friend whispered something in her ear before she left.

"Sir?"

"Meet me in my office in ten minutes"

*****

Seven minutes later i was in my office pacing back and forth, waiting for her to get here. What the hell is wrong with me?

I heard a knock on my door exactly ten minutes after i had told her to meet me and i sat on my sit, breathed in and told her to come in.

"You wanted to see me sir" she said walking in.

"Yes" i replied in a low tone, pretending to be busy with one of the textbooks.

"If this is about the other night, i swear sir, I didn't..."

"What are you talking about?"

"I thought you..."

"You're a smart kid, Aria" i said cutting her short for the second time, it was best we both pretended like that night never happened.

"I see you were professor Albert's favourite student"

"Yes sir, i was"

"And was it just because you were smart?"

"What do you mean, sir?"

What the fuck was i even getting at?

I knew for sure she didn't have anything to do with her previous professor, i knew she doesn't have relationships with any of her professors. I knew she didn't know i would be her new professor that night.

So why was i having this feeling? Why do i feel like torturing every man that even as much as smiles at her and why do i feel like punishing her for it? Not physically or academically but...

"Professor Carter?" her voice came through, distorting my thoughts.

I took one look at her, high ponytail, unnecessarily big glasses, plump lips, the red always plastered on her cheeks.

"You've done unbelievably well in all your classes, and I'd like you to keep it that way" i sighed.

"I will sir"

"About your assignment, I believe you've already started working on it"

"Yes sir"

"Good"

"Is that why you called me here, sir?" She said with a hint of disappointment in her voice.

I had no idea why i even called her into my office. I just wanted to see her, close up, away from prying eyes.

But I had to be serious, i can only keep a teacher-student relationship with her. Nothing more. Even if i wanted more.

"Yes, Aria, you may take your leave" i said, she nodded before opening the door and stepped out, closing the door behind her.

I undid my tie the moment she left, unbuttoned two of my buttons and rolled my sleeves up.

I stood up to the mini cupboard in my office and took a bottle of whiskey, opened it and poured myself a drink.

I had not felt so uneasy about a woman in my life before.

A woman.

Is that what I see her as now? A woman and not a student?

Not the person that is the most crucial part in my ultimate revenge?