Page 31 of One Night With My Grumpy Professor Daddy

And also the girl who was behind the door.

“Yes sir, I do.” He sighs and runs his hands across his snow-white beard before crossing them in front of him.

“I have to say, I’m distressed about this news, and because of the close relationship I share with his father, I’m not sure how to handle the situation.” With my face betraying nothing, I lean forward. “What exactly is the situation, sir?” His eyes meet mine, laced with distress and disappointment.

“A few days ago, he was caught in a compromising position in his office with a student.” I wouldn’t exactly call it a compromising position, but the fact that Monica was a few seconds away from seeing my dick -if not for my fast thinking, makes me rethink my whole compromising situation.

“To be honest, the news got to me last week, and I’ve been waiting and hoping he would bring it to me himself. Confess and show some kind of remorse. Anything at all. But it doesn’t seem like that’s going to happen.”

“So, you’ve decided to summon him and ask him about it?”

“I want to give him one more chance to come clean.” I study Walter for a while, and even if my first instinct is to come clean and protect Ava in any way I can, I decide to call his bluff. “Is that why I’m here?”

He nods. “I know that you and Professor Morales have a good relationship. If you can convince him to come clean, it’ll help his case in the long run.”

“Professor Morales?”

Morales and I went to law school together. Our fathers are friends with the Dean. He’s pretty reserved and knows the importance of boundaries, that’s why he and I got along. So, even if I could technically be categorized as one of his friends, I’d also be the last person to know if he’s having an affair with a student. I explain simply, “I don’t know if I’m the best person to talk to him about something like this, but I’ll see what I can do.” He nods. “I understand. Sorry for putting you in this difficult position.”

“You mentioned Monica. Is she the witness or the other party?”

“I’m not at liberty to say. Either way, her privacy is to be protected.” I nod understandably. I’m honestly not even that curious about her part in this story. The close call we had reminds me of Ava and I’s relationship. I could have easily been the Professor Morales of this story. If anything like this comes out about us, Ava’s protection comes first. No matter what. I won’t be a coward again.

“Actually, sir, there’s also something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about. I don’t know if now is the right time .” Walter smiles, “Is there really such a thing as the right time son? You know there’s absolutely nothing you can’t bring to me.”

“And I’m grateful for that, sir. I’m considering returning to my law practice.” His eyes widen. “You’re leaving?”

“I’m considering it.” If things ever come to light about my sexcapade with Ava, it’ll do her a lot of good if there’s already news on the ground that I’m leaving. I’ve sworn to myself not to allow anybody else to suffer for my actions.

“Is there something going on you want to talk about?” I shake my head with a convincing smile, one that I’ve mastered. A flash of naked Ava cuts across my mind, and I know for sure that I need to do this.

“No. It’s just something I’ve been-”

“My statement is cut short by the vibration of my phone in my breast pocket. Walter nods and gestures that it’s OK for me to take the call, so I do, frowning slightly at the unexpected number that’s calling.

At the name, my hands suddenly feel cold. The caller ID reads – Daniel Armstrong. Why would he be calling me?”

Chapter seventeen

Ava

“Can you believe he was sleeping with a student?”

“What?! Nooo?!”

“Girl…yes, when Dean found out, shit hit the fan in his office.”

The library floor is almost empty except for the two girls a few seats away and me. I shift uncomfortably in my seat, inching closer to them. It’s obvious they’re trying hard but failing to whisper.

“C’mon, how do you know?” says the ditzy one with the big boobs.

“I have my sources,” the other girl says, flipping her hair back with a satisfied smirk as she leans in closer, continuing to whisper poorly, “Professor Armstrong was…” I’m at the edge of my seat, but I can’t hear her finish because my attempts to squeeze closer cause my notepad to slip, falling with a sharp clap. The girls stop and stare. My cheeks flush, my heart beating out of control, and I can’t hear myself think. I bend to pick it up and notice the other girl turn to whisper something else. I don’t catch what she’s saying, but as soon as they both look at me, chills run down my spine.

I can’t take it anymore. I need to get out of here. I scoop up my things, pack up my bag, and speed walk out. I don’t look back. My heart’s pounding against my chest and my palms clammy. I head straight to the only place I could think of—Drake’s office. I know, maybe it’s not the most brilliant idea to bolt over there, especially with this kind of news flying around. But I can’t think straight, and I don’t know where else to go. All I know is I need to see him. My thoughts are swirling in a sea of worry. Have Drake and I been obvious?

Did anyone see us?

My heart thumps, and my breathing spins out of control. I’m a mess of nerves. I mean, we’re both consenting adults. But sleeping with your professor.

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