My Tainted Devil's Love

Chapter 2: The Special Treatment

Ouch!

My nose hurts…

I felt a grip on my shoulder when someone roughly steadied me, it only made me crash into the person and a manly pleasant scent hit my nostrils. I was indulged in memorizing and enjoying it when I was pushed away.

What the hell!

“Get a grip on yourself!” The man said making me get out of my reverie as I glanced at the door.

His voice sounded so much like that creep I met just few minutes before.

What’s wrong with my senses?

“Excuse me. I… I am sorry.” I mumbled quickly and rushed inside feeling thankful to see the empty desk of Professor.

I wanted to answer to that rude dude but I just couldn’t. It is the biggest problem I’ve grown up with.

“Sari, here!” My overly excited best friend called me cheerfully patting at a seat next to her.

“What’s with that long face?” She asked with a frown on her pretty face.

“Nothing Amy, I just had a roller coaster ride as a start.” I briefed her about everything as she laughed making me regret it.

No offense but her laughter is too loud to bear. I still love that girl because we are closest than my high-school friends. In the past three years we have shared every moment of our lives; be it ugly or best. We know each other inside out.

“So, will you be going then?” She asked referring to my family dinner.

I shrugged in response. This wasn’t even up for discussion, she already knew my answer.

“I think you must go! Wait, let me explain and stop giving that glare, Sari. Aren’t you curious why they suddenly invited you after two years?” She asked making me narrow my eyes.

That hasn’t crossed my mind yet but she did have a point here.

“Who cares!” I lied through my teeth when the Professor came and started teaching making the conversation end here.

The classes dragged on and finally came the last class. I was thrilled about it because it was my favorite subject- Biology.

“Can you throw this away?” Amy handed me a bunch of waste papers pouting at me. I sighed and went to the front wall near the trash can when I heard the shuffling of the students. I lowered my head to get back to my seat quickly without being noticed but how could that have happened?

The desk hit my knee making me groan in pain and I rubbed it to lessen the pain somehow. It surely will leave a bruise. I heard some laughter, including my dear friend’s and someone tsking…

“Silence Please…” That cold and hard voice did actually work.

But wait a minute! I’ve heard it before.

My head rise to stare at the man standing in the middle with his arms, to be more precise, his muscular arms crossed across his chest. His eyes glued to me with knitted eyebrow.

What is he doing here?

Has he followed me?

I gulped but then my eyes set on the bag in his hand along with two books. My eyes widened at the realization that he was here as a Professor, no my Professor!

Life couldn’t have gone better than this…

But one thing was for sure… He was the hottest teacher I’ve seen in my life. Trust me on that! Alas, he was far than being intellectual and polite. He won’t even be patient; I can write it and give.

His ash brown hair neatly combed back letting few strands fall on his forehead. His rectangular and chiseled jaw along with that slight subtle made him look sexy. His eyebrows were sparsely thick. His Greek nose complimented his face and the best feature of his face? His grey eyes! Those grey eyes were now shielded behind the thick-framed spectacles, giving him a gentle touch almost an innocent one. It took my breath away!

I couldn’t bring myself to look away. Until today, I used to despise such eyes but now, when I see those; I feel myself getting mesmerized.

I felt a tug at my arm as I looked away and saw my friend glaring at me with embarrassment on her face.

“Are you daydreaming Miss…?” I heard him ask.

“Uh?”

Wow! That was all you could say like a dumb woman?

I saw him gesture around the class and everyone was staring at me with amusement and some were even giving me death glares.

“I-I am sorry.” I quickly sat biting my tongue.

I think today is my ‘Sorry Day’.

“So class, you can call me Mr. Martin. I will replace Mr. Taylor from now onwards. I am very strict regarding the submission and completion of my assignments. Also make sure you give your best and present me the assigned task in clean and clear handwriting. No mess is allowed unless and until it is just in your personal life.” He said receiving few chuckles.

His tone was gentle unlike when he addressed me and his face softened.

“I look forward for your cooperation and please feel free to ask any question or doubts at any point of lecture. Am I clear?” He asked paying attention to each and every person in the class.

Wait! Did he say ‘please’?

When the class answered in yes, he finally leaned against the desk with hands in his pocket. He was hot and I am sure he knew it. Maybe he does everything in order to look sexy, who knows?

How could a devil look so perfect? One moment he is ruthless and the other, he is jolly.

“Let’s start with a formal introduction. Although I won’t remember each and every name but I will try my best. Include your full name, your passion and your favorite subject, Okay? Let’s start with you.” He picked up a guy who shied away when Professor had his full attention to him.

I took the time to study him. He had a white shirt on with brown tie and matching trouser that fitted him like it was made just for him. It appeared elegant still cool. He might not be more than 28 and had muscular body. He was about 6 feet or maybe more. He appeared strict like the other Professors but then he couldn’t help but act leniently, now and then. He really knows how to balance his cool and cold façade. The way his shirt tightened around his biceps, it wasn’t a secret that he worked out. When he raised his hand to point towards another student, I saw the ink on his wrist disappearing under the cuff-linked sleeves.

Is that a tattoo?

And just like that, I wondered what it could be.

“Sari!” Amy’s sharp voice caught my attention and I saw Professor shaking his head in disappointment.

Just the look in his eyes made me feel low, it was displeasure. Like he hates me!

“Your turn Miss.” He looked away with his jaw clenched.

My lips quivered noticing his ‘special treatment’ towards me. I don’t know but was he still holding on to the earlier incident? Is that the reason he acted cold towards me but I did apologize, right? It just dawned on me that he was actually being jolly and kind with others until he looked at me.

Why?

I felt another tug as I saw Amy sigh.

“I-I am Sari Anderson. I want to be….” I paused thinking what I really wanted to become.

There were laughter from around me at the lack of my answer but it didn’t bother me. I took my time to think and answer.

“I want to be a happy and content person in my life and my favorite subjects are biology and pharmacology.” I smiled feeling proud of myself.

My attention was solely on my hot Professor, watching as his left eyebrow rose with plain look.

What did I expect?

I sighed and sat while he was in his deep thoughts before Amy stood and Professor had his attention back but this time, like I said before; his face had softened.

The class began and for the first time I failed to focus on the lecture. Instead my eyes stayed glued to his handsome face. He looked thrilled while delivering the lecture and it was crystal clear that he was enjoying it.

My eyes traveled to his lips and felt my own lips go dry. Involuntarily, my tongue moved over the lips thinking of how his lips would feel.

Were they as soft as it looked? What would they taste like?

I saw him face me with that cold look which sank my heart. I looked away! He was back with teaching cheerfully but now and then he would look at me and there would be a scowl on his face.

Does he despise me so much?

My heart sank but was it even something? I mean he wasn’t my boyfriend and nor that I want him to be so technically it shouldn’t bother me. After all, he is just another Professor but being honest, I couldn’t bring myself to look away from him and it could explain the hurt?

He was a devil after all who doesn’t have manners to even know how to behave with a lady. I bet he is lonely and that’s the reason behind his behavior! Serves him!

Whatever!

Deciding that it won’t bother me again, I tried to focus on anything but him. My eyes stayed glued to my planer staring at nothing but acting busy. I saw Amy pass me a chit which I opened gladly.

‘Practice at the same time and the same place.’

A smile crossed my face as I nodded but then—

“Is there something funny here Miss…?” I hurriedly crumbled the chit as I struggled to look at him.

“N-No sir.” I answered biting my lip.

It is a bad habit wherein I cannot lie without laughing; so to stop myself from doing that, I end up biting my lip.

“Professor!” His sharp and deep voice intrigued me.

“Uh?” I was confused.

“I said Professor and not sir.” He said through his gritted teeth.

I felt humiliated. What had I done for him to behave this way with me? The students around were amused at my condition and the girls were enjoying, glad that one person was out of their competition. Wish they could’ve known that this guy was a lion in the lamb’s skin.

“O-Okay!” answering in a low voice, I tried my best to hide my tears.