Possessive Professor

  POSSESSIVE PROFESSOR

  __________

  KINLEY COLE

  POSSESSIVE PROFESSOR

  Copyright © 2019 Kinley Cole

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  This is a work of fiction. All characters, names, places, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to locales, events, or actual persons—living or dead—is purely coincidental.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Possessive Professor

  1

  3

  4

  5

  PLAYLIST

  Power Over Me - Dermot Kennedy

  Don’t Give Up On Me - Andy Grammer

  Bad At Love - Halsey

  Bad Thing - Rayland Baxter

  Desire - Meg Myers

  Fuck it I love you - Lana Del Rey

  1

  Remi Tanton

  I stand there, in front of the big brick building as people shuffle their way to their classes on the first day of school. The rustling sound of backpacks moving with each of their steps and their chattering voices fill the air.

  Then I see him.

  Justin Radley.

  A nightmare walking freely in the sun amongst everyone else with a smile stretched upon his face as though he’s harmless, when he’s anything but.

  Shit. He sees me...

  “Hey, Remi,” he says my name and it makes me want to cut off his tongue.

  I narrow my eyes at him and try to walk away but my feet won’t let me.

  I’m stuck.

  I avert my gaze to others walking by in hopes that I’ll recognize someone and they’ll pull me away.

  “When uh...when are you going to finish what you started, little Miss Remi?” he asks in a deep, dark whisper. Sending chills down my spine, I shiver and close my eyes.

  “I didn’t start anything, Justin. So there’s nothing to finish,” I croak through fear.

  “Remi, Remi, Remi...but you did start something and you know you did... I would hate to have to take what’s mine,” he warns through a growl before walking away from me.

  I want to run in the opposite direction, or in any direction for that matter, but I’m still stuck.

  “Shouldn’t you be getting to class?” a deep voice rumbles from a man as he quickly shuffles past me with a brown leather satchel slung over his shoulder. He’s dressed in khaki slacks, a blue long sleeve shirt, and he has messy, short, dark brown hair.

  I step forward and hold up my schedule, finding the location of my first class again. As I make my way there, I see that I’m going in the same direction the mystery man is. Every turn he makes, I make. Until he reaches a classroom and enters. I reach the same classroom and peer into the window before going in.

  The mystery man is my professor.

  And Justin Radley is front and center.

  “Go in or you’re going to make us both late,” a not-so-friendly voice greets my ears. I turn over my shoulder and see a beautiful, dark haired girl with bright red lips.

  “I—I’m sorry,” I turn the handle and step inside. My stomach drops to my feet and I slowly make my way to a spot in the back of the classroom. I can feel Justin’s eyes burning through my skin and it makes my palms sweat. Sitting down at a desk, I wipe my clammy hands off on my jeans. Looking up, I notice the professor’s dark eyes narrow in on mine as though he knows what I’m thinking and can sense my fear or something.

  I quickly look away, down at my backpack and get my things ready for the start of class.

  The professor goes through every name on his class list to mark attendance, when he gets to Justin Radley’s name and Justin announces his presence, the professor doesn’t look at him. He looks at me, and I shift uncomfortably in my seat.

  “Remi Tanton,” the way he says my name doesn’t make want to cut off his tongue, it makes me want to taste it. I shake the inappropriate thought away and say, “Here.”

  This is going to be one long semester...

  After class, I wait for everyone to leave first in hopes of completely avoiding another run-in with Justin. As I make my way to the door to leave, Professor Whitaker stops me.

  “Excuse me, Remi. I want to talk to you about something,” he rubs his fingers through the dark hair on his face.

  “Wh—what’s that?” I stammer and kick myself on the inside.

  “I saw that when I mentioned Justin Radley’s name you became noticeably uncomfortable. If you’re in some sort of trouble, then I can help you, Remi,” his low, deep voice is surprisingly soothing.

  “I’m fine, Professor Whitaker. Really,” I lie through gritted teeth and attempt to walk away but he grabs my wrist. I look back at him over my shoulder, our eyes connected in a fierce gaze.

  “Whenever you’re ready to talk about it, I’m here. And I’ll do everything in my power to protect you...”

  I swallow hard, “Thank you, Professor Whitaker. But there’s nothing to talk about,”

  He lets his grip fall from my wrist and a strange, sudden longing feeling washes over me.

  I want to feel his hands on me again...

  2

  Professor Whitaker

  I hardly got any sleep last night, tossing and turning over the interaction I had with Remi and knowing she lied to me. That’s one thing I fucking hate—I hate being lied to. And I don’t know why she would lie to me. I know for a fact, just by the look in Remi’s eyes, that Justin Radley has done something to her...something bad. Something that little fucking prick should pay for, and not with his rich daddy’s money.

  Checking my morning emails, I find that there’s been a transfer out of my class scheduled for tomorrow. It just so happens to be Remi Tanton. Rage begins to flood my veins. I know she transferred out of my class because of Justin.

  Or is it because of me?

  As students begin to flood the hall outside my door, I finish my coffee and stand by my desk to greet each person as they all walk in.

  All the seats are full, except for one.

  The bell chimes and I begin to announce names for attendance.

  Once I get to Remi’s name, there’s silence.

  Except for the rustle of Justin as he shifts in his seat to turn and see if she’s here.

  “She’s not here, Professor Whitaker,” Justin says with a smile as though he’s somehow going to get brownie points for telling me something I already fucking know.

  “Justin, last I checked I was the one taking attendance. I don’t need you to tell me something I’m perfectly aware of,” I bite through a deep, stern voice.

  “I was just trying to help, Professor Whitaker...” attitude laces his voice and makes my blood boil even more than it already was.

  I scoff and continue down the list.

  After I finish taking attendance, the door bursts open and in walks Remi. She’s beautiful and curvy, with her caramel brown curls splayed over her shoulders.

  “She’s here now, Professor Whitaker,” Justin chuckles, and watches every sway of Remi’s hips. I notice her quickly and uncomfortably rush her steps to reach an empty desk. I hate that I’m about to make her walk in front of him again, but I have to.

  “Meet me in the hallway, Remi Tanton,” I bark, watching as her throat moves with her hard swallow.

  Justin’s
cocky smirk as he watches her again causes me to clench my jaw and fists. I follow behind her, and my attention is pulled to her swaying hips. I force myself to stop, and feel guilt creep its way into my stomach for even checking her out, especially under these circumstances.

  I scan the hallway and it's clear.

  It’s only us.

  “Why did you request a transfer out of my class and then show up here late?” I ask sternly.

  “I just don’t think this is going to be the right class for me this semester,” she hangs her head low.

  “Is it because of Justin Radley?” my jaw clenches again just at his name.

  Remi looks off down the hallway, and I wish upon every fucking thing that I possessed the power to read her mind so I could help her.

  “It’s him isn’t it? What did he do to you, Remi?” I grit my teeth as I practically plead for an answer from her.

  “Why do you even care?” she asks in a meek whisper.

  “I... I just care about my students’ well-being,” I partially lie.

  How can I tell her the truth? How can I tell her that the first time I laid eyes on her something inside me changed? That she tipped my whole fucking world on its side and I felt a spark of something I haven’t felt in years, if ever anything as intense as this? I can’t. I’d sound like a fucking lunatic.

  “You care about your students’ well-being so much that you confront every student who has an issue with someone? I find that incredibly hard to believe,” she focuses her hazel gaze on me causing goosebumps to scatter across my arms and down the back of my neck.

  The attitude she exudes right now isn’t because she’s trying to be difficult and talking back to me, it’s because she’s in pain. But regardless of the reasoning for her attitude, it still makes me want to flip her around against the wall and spank the fuck out of her big, round, perfect ass. I force the filthy thought away and peer into her eyes.

  “Let me help you, Remi,” I firmly press my palm against the wall behind her, she swallows hard again.

  “I don’t need your help, Professor Whitaker. That’s why I transferred out of your class. I have it taken care of,” tears pool in her hazel eyes and she quickly looks away. Without hesitation, I gently grab her chin and turn her to face me.

  With our gaze connected once more, I see the fear and wonder coursing through her eyes. “You can’t always run from your problems and expect them to go away, Ms. Tanton.”

  She grabs my wrist and pushes my arm away. “I’m not running from my problems, Professor Whitaker. I know they’ll always be here, no matter what. However, I’m fully capable of lessening the power that my problems hold over me, and that’s exactly why I transferred out of your class. Not only because Justin is a problem, but because I can already tell you're a problem waiting to happen.”

  “Me? I’m a problem waiting to happen? What exactly makes you think that, Ms. Tanton?” I scoff, slightly backing away from her and noticeably feeling the force of the magnetic pull between us. And by the look in her eyes and the sudden flush of her cheeks, I know she feels it too.

  “You’ve ‘known’ me for one class period and somehow think you know what’s going on in my life and want me to believe that you care about all your students like this? I guarantee Justin has done far worse to other girls than he’s ever done to me. Girls who are walking these halls as though they’re unbreakable, when in reality they’re already fucking broken. Justin didn’t break me. And I’m doing my damnedest to make sure he, or any other man, never does. So if you’ll excuse me, I believe you have a class to teach...”

  I stand there at a loss for words with a pang striking my chest as I can’t believe she lumped me into a category with someone she fears. Someone who has hurt her. Someone who has hurt others even worse than he’s hurt her. Though I admire her strength in putting my ass in my place, I don’t want her to fear me. I don’t want her to fear Justin.

  I want to save her.

  I have to.

  And there’s only one way I can do it...

  3

  Remi Tanton

  A couple weeks have passed since I transferred out of Professor Whitaker’s class. That’s what hurt people do. We push good people away because we can no longer trust. It’s not only that we can’t trust them, but we can’t trust ourselves. I like to think that Professor Whitaker had the best of intentions in wanting to help me, but I know I wouldn’t be able to control myself around him. I’m drawn to him in a way I’ve never been drawn to anyone and that alone makes us the perfect concoction for disaster because I know by his icy, piercing stare that it’s a mutual feeling. And the last thing I need is to give my virginity to one of my fucking college professors and make the rumors from high school seem true.

  I’m used to people talking about me behind my back and making shit up, all thanks to Justin. I went to one party in high school and it was his. I had too much to drink and I went to an empty room to lie down and Justin came in behind me. I’d had a crush on him ever since second grade, but I was always too fat for someone like Justin to want me. That night, he kissed me. It was my first kiss, and I told him I felt sick. He kept kissing me and groping my breasts until I pushed him away. Then he grabbed the back of my head, a fistful of hair and he yanked me toward his waist as he unzipped his jeans and he pulled out his erection. My nerves along with the alcohol got the best of me and I threw up on his lap. He shoved me away from him, so hard that my back hit is nightstand and then slapped me across the face as he called me a “fat, filthy fucking slut”. After that, he’d told everyone at the party I puked on him because his dick was so big and I couldn’t handle it when I was blowing him.

  So I’m used to being viewed as merely nothing more than a piece of meat. I developed at an earlier age than most girls in my class. That’s what happens when you live life on the chunky side. What I’m not used to, is a man wanting to protect me.

  I wasn’t expecting the look in his eyes that he gave me, or the way his gentle touch on my chin as he turned me to face him in the hall had made my innocent center ache for him.

  I wasn’t expecting...

  “Remi...” the familiar deep voice graces my ear and a chill travels the length of my spine. I turn over my shoulder to find Professor Whitaker standing before me.

  “Hi, Professor Whitaker...” I fiddle with the strap on my backpack.

  “I just wanted to let you know I took care of the problem,” he says as he offers a soft smile.

  My heart begins to race. “What do you mean you took care of it?” I ask in uncertainty.

  “Now is not the time, but I’ll explain later over dinner,” he whispers gruffly.

  “Isn’t that against some code of conduct, Professor Whitaker? I don’t think students can have dinner with their professors so why don’t you just tell me now?” I smile nervously.

  “It’s not against any rules or the code of conduct because you’re no longer my student, Remi. I’ll see you at six,” he whispers again, gently brushing his fingertips against my wrist as he quickly walks off in the opposite direction toward his classroom. His gentle, subtle touch on my skin ignites a flame throughout my veins.

  It causes something to take over me, something I can’t quite explain. I storm off in his direction my nerves and hormones going haywire. The hall clears as I make my way to his classroom, and as I peer into the window on his door I see there are no students in his class this hour. Turning the handle, I watch him with a narrow gaze as he turns to look at me in surprise.

  “Listen, Remi. Now is not the time or place, you need to get to your class,” he says with authority.

  “Or what, Professor Whitaker? What exactly will you do if I don’t go to my class?” I hate waiting, I’m impatient. I want answers now and quite honestly, I want him right now.

  “Remi...” he growls.

  “What problem did you take care of, Professor Whitaker?” I ask, slowly stepping toward him as I close the space between us.

  That’s when I
notice his swollen, wounded fists.

  I gasp.

  He notices.

  “Remi, let me explain...”

  “Oh, please explain! You said you took care of the problem and your fists look like you got into a fight?” I squeal.

  “But my face doesn’t, that’s all that matters,” he smirks as he walks past me. Turning the lock and clicking it into place.

  “I wouldn’t exactly say this is a laughing matter, Professor Whitaker.”

  “Your disposition changed rather quickly without knowing any facts.”

  “I think it’s safe to assume I know enough already...”

  “If you know enough already, then I shouldn’t have to explain anything further, correct?” a cocky smirk pulls at the corner of his lips as he moves toward me.

  “No, I want answers!” I raise my voice.

  Professor Whitaker’s gaze grows grim and my heart pounds heavily against my ribcage. His hands find their way to my thick hips and he pulls me into him, walking me away from view of the window in the door. I let out a deep breath I hadn’t realized I was holding in.

  “You lied to me, Remi. You’d said you were fine and I knew you weren’t. I knew Justin had done something to you, what? I had no idea. All I knew was that whatever it was it was enough to make you not only fear him, but me. So, I took matters into my own hands. And Justin Radley will never bother you, or any other woman again. If he does, I won’t hesitate to finish the job next time and he’s fully aware of that. Or at least he will be when he wakes up.”

  In this moment, slight relief washes over me knowing that I’m not in the presence of a cold blooded killer. And the relief is quickly followed by an overwhelming desire.

  Professor Whitaker is dangerous.

  And it’s fucking hot.

  I press my shaky lips to his and he swiftly lifts me in his arms as though I’m as light as a feather when I’m anything but. I wrap my thick legs around him and grip the back of his neck with my hands. Our tongues tangle up in each other. We exchange white hot, passionate kisses. A moan escapes me against his mouth and he growls in response. He carries me over to a desk and sets me down on top of it. Unzipping my jeans, he shoves them off my hips.