On Her Professor’s Bed: Alpha’s Plaything

A Royal Treatment

Chapter Twenty-four

Thalina

I swirled around in the bed; it felt so relaxing and calm, like a fish that had been confined in a small tank finally being released into the ocean. The coolness was a stark contrast to the soreness that radiated from my legs every few minutes.

My eyes flickered open, one after the other. I’d been awake for a while, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave the bed—it felt like a comfort zone I didn’t want to abandon. When was the last time I had slept this well? Maybe before my mother’s death. Everything turned sour after my stepmother and stepsister moved in. I was forced into a smaller room with a bed I could barely fit in, while Ember took my old room. Father never complained. He said I was older and had to sacrifice for my sister.

Well, I had sacrificed nearly everything—my room, my clothes, my happiness, my comfort, and even that bastard I once called my mate.

Lying here now, it felt like all those worries and problems had been lifted, even if just for a moment.

I sighed, the soreness creeping through my body again, reminding me of the most intense experience I’d ever had. I had watched plenty of porn and thought I knew everything about s*x, but Professor Maverick had proved me wrong. He had shown me a side of s*x I never knew existed, and honestly, I didn’t want it to stop. I wanted to dive deeper into this intoxicating ride.

I rolled to the side, hoping to land against his broad shoulders, but instead, I tumbled to the floor with a hard thud, my face scrunched in pain.

I glanced back up at the bed, but he was no longer there. Where could he have gone? I still remembered him bathing me, his big, gentle hands running over my skin, giving me that soothing warmth I’d always craved. I remembered him bringing me to this room and laying me on the bed, but after that, my memory blurred. Did he leave right after? Where did he go?

As I pushed myself up from the floor, I scanned the room for any sign of him. My heart skipped a beat when I saw someone standing there like a statue. "Holy s**t!" I gasped, startled.

It was just one of the maids. "You scared me!" I muttered, still catching my breath.

“I’m sorry, ma’am. I didn’t mean to frighten you,” she apologized, her head bowed, eyes never meeting mine.

I wished she would look up—I had so many questions.

I rubbed my sore arm and cleared my throat. "Where’s Professor Maverick?"

She lifted her head slightly, her gaze still humble. “The master stepped out, but he instructed us to attend to you, ma’am.”

Before I could process that, she clapped her hands sharply, and to my surprise, ten more maids marched into the room, their heads bowed, forming a long, straight line in front of me. Their posture was so proper, so poised, it startled me. I blinked, glancing back at the first maid.

“I’m Evander, the head maid,” she continued, “and these ten maids are here to serve you, as the master has requested.”

I blinked again. “Professor Maverick?” I asked, still unsure if I’d heard her correctly.

She nodded, and my cheeks heated instantly. He had asked all of these maids to serve me? My heart fluttered with the idea. Did that mean he cared about me? Why else would he go through all this trouble? I tried to shake the thought, but it persisted, making my cheeks flush even more. He didn’t just want me, he also cares about me.

Before I could dwell on it further, Evander asked, “Would you like to eat now, ma’am? We’ve prepared a meal for you.”

My stomach grumbled loudly in response, making me blush even more. I nodded quickly. The moment I did, the maids formed two neat lines, leaving a space between them, beckoning me to walk through, it was like some sort of royal procession.

I stood there, blinking in surprise and a little bit impressed. It was like something out of a historical movie where I was the queen and these were my court ladies. I couldn’t help but chuckle as I straightened up and walked between them, feeling oddly regal, my steps more elegant than I’d intended.

Almost all my life, I’d been treated as if I was no better than a servant, I was forced to give up so much. But now, with these maids at my beck and call, I felt like royalty. It was an intoxicating shift. I could get used to this—being treated like a queen.

As we descended the stairs, I took in more of the house’s splendor. The place was magnificent, every detail carefully crafted. My eyes landed on a large portrait of him hanging on the wall—Professor Maverick, his piercing gaze staring back at me. He was so damn hot, even more in that portrait. I thought I had hit the jackpot when I started dating Fenris, but Professor Maverick? This was beyond jackpot.

When we reached the dining room, my jaw practically dropped. The table stretched out, impossibly long, with dishes displayed that I’d only ever seen in high-end TV shows. The plates and cutlery were polished, shining as if made from solid gold. It was a spread fit for a queen, and I suddenly felt out of place, almost too ordinary for this kind of luxury.

The maids stood quietly behind me, waiting for my next command. I was speechless, my gaze shifting from one luxurious dish to the next. How had my life changed so drastically? Just by f*****g my professor?