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  Claimed By My Professor

  REMI GREY

  Copyright © 2019 Remi Grey – All Rights Reserved

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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  The following story contains mature themes, strong language, and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers.

  Contents

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  CHAPTER 6

  CHAPTER 7

  CHAPTER 8

  CHAPTER 9

  CHAPTER 10

  CHAPTER 11

  CHAPTER 12

  EPILOGUE

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  An Alpha Older Male and Younger Woman Romance

  Dexter:

  The thing I loved most about mathematics was how predictable it was. One plus one was always two. The derivative of sine was always cosine. It made sense. Love for me has never made sense, which was why I always avoided it until I met Michelle. She made sense. She made me want to figure her out because I knew that once I did, I’d get to a conclusion. An answer. That she loved me, and I loved her. I just needed to find a way to get her there.

  Michelle:

  Love was predictable. Painful always. Selfish always. A mistake always. I promised myself I would never make that mistake after spending years thinking that I had it. Dexter wanted to change my mind. I could tell from the very first night I met him. As much as I wanted to fall for him, I could only think that love was predictable. I would never let it hurt me again.

  Claimed by the Professor is an insta-love romance with two people fighting for love in their own ways. With one fighting to have it and the other fighting to avoid its plights, they have to come together to give in and explore something they both find a mystery. This is the fifth story in the Class is in Session series.

  Chapter 1

  Michelle

  I rolled over to my side and fell into his arms. They were warm and familiar. He smelled of pinecones and maple because he loved nature. But not as much as he loved me, he’d say. He opened his eyes, heavy from the night’s rest, but excited for the morning’s rays and smiled softly. “Hey,” he whispered softly.

  Snuggled so close next to him, I could see every vivid shade of blue in his eyes. I could see him, it seemed. And yet, so much of him was beyond my knowledge. Five years. I have loved him for five years.

  “Cole…” I began.

  He continued to gaze sleepily into my eyes, his way of acknowledging me, I assumed.

  I raised my hand to his chest and raised it to his neck. His body heat was radiating profusely. The blood rushing through him turned his flesh red when I gently pressed on his neck with the tips of my fingers. I moved upward again, refraining from giving in to the thoughts running in my head and paused at his cheeks.

  As I cupped it, I thought about all the times I had kissed him there. How many times had I said, ‘I love you’ and meant it? How many times had he repeated it without a second thought? Suddenly, a violent shudder ran through my body as the thoughts mounted in my mind.

  I still managed to keep my voice calm when I asked him, “Do you love me?”

  Yes, he’d say. I love you so much, Michelle. I want to marry you!

  “I am so in love with you,” he said instead, a smile pulling at his lips.

  I reciprocated his gesture. It felt more like a grimace. “Did you love me when you were fucking that girl last night?” I questioned. A slight clench of my hand sent my nails digging into his cheek. I didn’t want to hurt him, so I pulled away when I noticed. He sat up immediately.

  “What the hell are you talking about?”

  I picked up my phone, already impatient with his stupidity. “Last night was great, tongue emoji, tongue emoji, water drops emoji.”

  “I went drinking,” he exclaimed with wide eyes.

  The sun seeping through the windowpanes felt like a lighthouse, blaring and letting all know where refuge could be found. The truth was my refuge. I took a sharp breath, choosing not to entertain his excuses, and relying on the facts instead.

  “To Maria,” I clarified. My throat felt raw. The tears fighting for their release stung the corners of my eyes, but I kept going. He already saw me as pathetic if he was going to blatantly lie to my face. I couldn’t add fuel to that fire. “Your pussy is amazing. I want to see you tonight.”

  I shook my head, knowing he couldn't excuse the screenshots I had taken from his phone and sent to myself. My voice escaped, fearing the tears that wanted to replace it. I looked up at him--at Cole, my boyfriend, the person who I thought was the love of my life. The person I thought I’d marry and make the father of my children.

  “Michelle…” He trailed apologetically.

  “Get out! Get the fuck out of my house!” I shouted at him. The tears were streaking my face, adding warmth to the fire brewing in my chest. “Get out! Now!”

  “Michelle, we should talk about this. Please!”

  I stood up. Being in the same bed as him was making me physically sick. After pulling open the door to my bedroom, I shot a glance at him. Now he was crying. What a bitch.

  “I am sorry, Michelle. I swear it won’t happen again. I love you!”

  There that word went again. Love. If this was love, then I didn’t want it. I pulled open the door, even more, not finding the strength to order him out again. I had nothing more I wanted to say to him.

  He stared at me with regretful eyes and a red nose, sniffling as he attempted to get me to change my mind. After a few beats of silence, he took the hint and walked past me. The smell of pinecones and maple hitting me like a wave of nausea. I shut the door behind him and climbed back into bed, welcoming the tears and disappearing under the darkness of the comforter.

  This love thing...it wasn’t for me.

  Chapter 2

  Dexter

  “Cheers to my best friend for finally locking it down with his girlfriend. I am so proud of you, man. It only seems like yesterday you were sneaking girls into our dorm...and then later our apartment,” I announced at the restaurant, holding up a glass of champagne. My best friend, Will, laughed along with the rest of the crowd of friends and old classmates from college. “And then, one day you brought home this ginger. I thought nothing of it until she came in the next day and the next day and the next…”

  Will was bright red as he reflected on these memories, but kept a smile on his lips. “Then, I thought, well, shit, this might be legit. Whoever this Anna chick is…” Will let out a laugh at the sound of his fiancé’s name, making me pause and chuckle. “Whoever she is...she must be really great. And so, even though you started hanging out with me less and less, it felt good to know that you were happy.”

  I paused and smiled down at Will, who held my gaze as we both went back to a place when it was just him and I playing video games in some apartment we managed to affo
rd together.

  “Congratulations to Will and Anna,” I concluded to the crowd, raising up my glass with theirs before bringing it to my lips.

  ***

  After dinner, the guys and I walked next door to the club. My best friend is getting married, now it’s time to celebrate with the fellas before he ties the knot. The line moved smoothly, and once we entered, the darkness engulfed us. The strobe lights along with the few glasses of champagne I had distracted me from the remaining sense of reality I had left from the week. None of the papers I had yet to grade or the piling emails mattered. Just this moment.

  I turned my head to see Will following close behind with a smile on his face. A smile shot back at him let him know exactly what I was thinking. No matter how much he claimed we’d always be close, our boys’ nights were coming to an end before he’d be someone else’s best friend.

  Drinks. It was the only reasonable thing to do just for this fact. The bartender lined them up for us and allowed us to help ourselves. I downed one and set it down. I was going to make the most of this night.

  One of our friends led us to the middle of the dance floor as the music beat rhythmically from the stereo a few feet ahead. I bopped my head to the music, giving the liquor a moment to take even more affect. The bodies around me danced in a blur. I could feel myself swaying, but nothing really moved me as much as I thought.

  From a distance, the crowd split and revealed three figures approaching the center of the circle. My eyes zeroed in on the figure in the middle. Her black hair was curled and tossed to the side, falling as calmly as a river. After her eyes scanned the crowd, they landed on mine. Unlike the river, her eyes radiated like a fire. Her presence before me just as striking. Soon, she was the only thing I could see.

  I floated toward her. The people packed in front of me felt less like obstacles and more like pathways that led me straight to her. When we were close, I took her hand and pulled her close to me. This felt right, even if nothing else did.

  The music that was initially blaring too loud in my ear felt like our soundtrack, made especially for us. She smiled at me as she wrapped her hands around my waist and swayed her hips beside me. The beat moved us in sync as we danced with each other. Her energy was contagious, while her smile became something I wanted to explore. Behind her eyes, even with them shining as bright as they could in a dark club, hid something else. I couldn’t place it.

  “I haven’t seen you around here before,” she said.

  I laughed softly. “You come here often?”

  "Oh, no, only a few times. All a waste of my time, though. But tonight, I see you, and I’m not mad at all.” She gave me a sly smile before turning around and bending over to sit her ass on my crotch, grinding into me. As she gyrated her hips to the beat of the music and threw it back, I pulled her even closer. I could feel myself getting hard the longer she went. The sight of her grinding into me, made me pull her up by her waist to face me in a swift swivel.

  She took a sharp breath in shock, only clear to me in the loud club by the way she clutched her chest as her lips parted slightly. “And I see you,” I said.

  We gazed into each other’s eyes as I strengthened my grip on her. I was already afraid to lose her. There was no way I could let that happen.

  Her lips looked so good in this light. The gloss painted on her lips made them pout out, a rosy temptation. I raised my hand a little higher, holding her in my arms and admiring everything that she gave me the privilege to see. There was beauty in all of it. Heat overwhelmed me as my heartbeat began to speed up.

  This felt right.

  I leaned into her slowly. She was so close, I noticed as she leaned into me. The sweetness from her skin made me want to start kissing her neck, but her lips looked like they tasted just as good. Suddenly, she froze as though she had just come to a realization. She pulled away, then backed up before completely turning around. Before she attempted to bolt, I took a step toward her.

  “Wait,” I said. I had to raise my voice over the music. She glanced back at me, an apologetic expression plaguing her soft features before she ran off past the crowd. My heart sank as I took a shaky step back. All the lightness I felt rushed out of me, and I could only feel heavy.

  I found my way back to the rest of the guys, scanning the crowd for her and then sighing when I realized that she was gone. I turned to Will, who was beaming and having the time of his life. Even though it felt like I was losing so much, I forced a smile. The whole time I could only think about the one that got away.

  Chapter 3

  Michelle

  Green eyes, nice smile, ruffled dark hair. I thought back to a few nights ago of the guy at the club as I laid on my bed, staring up at the ceiling idly. He smelled good, too. I don’t know why I remembered it so distinctly. It wasn’t like it was anything too significant, but I remembered the crisp, clean smell radiating from his chest as he held me. It brought me to freshwaters and summers spent with the windows wide open. It made me feel safe. And even as I leaned into him, I felt it too. Maybe, I had thought, I’d find refuge in his warm embrace.

  Pinecones. The sickening thought of pinecones came into my mind in the worst moment when I was with him, and I remembered sitting in the bed with Cole as he lied to my face. Love… as much as I wanted it, it felt like a mirage in a desert. Appealing but a lie.

  I sat up, realizing I had spent too much time in bed as it was, but dreading having to get ready for the first day of class. After reminding myself that I only had one class, and then I could leave, I stood up and hopped in the shower.

  ***

  “That other night…” my best friend, Jordan, started as she walked with me on our college campus with a cup of coffee in her hand and a reminiscent smile on her face. Even though I was a senior and knew the campus like the back of my hand, it was nice having her here with me on my first day of class. “It was much needed. For you, especially." She shot me a look, then rubbed my upper arm, bringing back the month-old memory of Cole and I breaking up back to mind.

  I nodded, shutting it out quickly.

  “But you know the best way to get over someone…” she started with a smirk.

  I wanted to keep my lips taut and refrain from entertaining her nonsense, but I couldn't help it when a slight smile crept on my face. “What?” I said despite knowing where this was going.

  “You have to get under someone,” she concluded with pride. I laughed and rolled my eyes. “I mean, I didn’t talk about it that night, but what was up with you and that guy?” She raised an eyebrow at me, causing me to furrow mine.

  “Who?” I got red thinking about the night I spent dancing with the mysterious stranger who took my breath away the other night. It was too soon to fall in love again. No matter how he made, me feel, how our bodies seem to effortlessly connect...I couldn't do it again.

  “You know who,” she said with a scoff.

  “Oh, right. That. We just danced together. I don’t really remember honestly. I danced with a few guys after I had those shots back at my place. So, it could be anyone, really."

  “But you weren’t really dancing with anyone else other than that one dude. And it looked like you were having fun. At least the times that I looked up from making out with this one guy…”

  “Nope. No guy.”

  She pursed her lips. I hoped she’d just drop the subject. Another raised eyebrow. “Hm,” she mumbled. “If you say so.” I took a breath and glanced at the time on my phone.

  “I’ve gotta go. I’ll see you…” I trailed.

  "This evening, I'll order pizza. Have the drinks ready!" Jordan reminded as she headed for the other direction. I took a mental note and slipped into the nearby building. I pushed open the door a few moments later and found a seat toward the front of the classroom.

  Considering that this was a Calculus class, one of my biggest weaknesses, being at the front was crucial. I settled in, dropping my backpack by my feet and pulling out some supplies onto my desk. As I scribbled my n
ame at the top right of a blank sheet of paper, a voice cut through the room from behind me.

  “Good morning, class.”

  It was clear and deep. It seemed to command everyone’s attention as he spoke but was patient enough to want to listen. “My name is Professor Abbot, your instructor this semester for Math 201, or Calculus.” I glanced up at the podium as he made his way to the front of the classroom. “I understand that math may not be everyone’s favorite, but it is my goal for you to learn at least one new thing and understand it. If you could give me one thing, I know that we can achieve this together. That’s effort. It seems basic, but it is everything.” I took a sharp breath at the realization of who I was looking at.

  Green eyes, nice smile, ruffled dark hair. It was him.