Her Mate or Her Professor

Chapter 3

Mia’s POV:

“Strip, Mia” he ordered with his alluring gaze fixed on mine.

“I am sorry I can't, I mean not here in your office?” I answered in mumbles, fighting everything within me to disobey him.

“I wasn't asking, Mia,” he said in a husky voice that sent chills down my spine.

Richard pulled me over to him, I tripped but I managed to fall on top of his hard chest while staring upwards towards his eyes. They drove into me an emotion that made me start ripping off his shirt immediately.

I had no control of myself but he didn't seem to mind. I could feel our blood rushing with eagerness, as I went in for a kiss after I tossed his shirt on the floor.

He did the same to me too, but subtler and with a more gentle hand, taking my dress apart piece by piece, till the both of us were halfway naked.

We were in his office, leaning over his table. We didn’t care if anyone came in and saw us, we were mates, and that was all that mattered to us.

My heart thumbed smoothly within my chest, as I got all over him, taking his lips into mine with a kiss. A feeling so passionate but yet so clear reverberated through my body as his strong hands danced freely on my body.

"You're mine mia, I want to hear you say it, say you are mine," he said to me in a tone that sent me into a frenzy.

Even though I wanted to respond to him, the only thing that eluded my lips was a “mmm!”

“Mia!” He called out staring intently into my eyes as if he wanted me to confirm what he just said. And so I did.

“I am yours, only yours,” I mumbled, unable to find my voice that had been somehow lost.

"Good. You're my mate, Mia. Which means that I own you, every part of you,” he groaned into my ears.

He went down on me for a kiss again. I shivered, reeling in ecstasy, as everything suddenly became a blur.

"Wake up sleepy head," I heard Jasmine say to me as my eyes opened up to the harshness that was my reality.

I stared at her, slightly annoyed, and still yet, surprised myself, that I had been making out in a dream with the new teacher that supposedly was my mate.

“How desperate are you Mia?” I cursed silently.

I grabbed the pillow I was cuddling and threw it at Jasmine who dodged it.

"What did you do that for?" She whined at me.

"Why did you have to wake me up?" I bickered. "Now I can't go back into dreaming."

It seemed like a joke but I was truly, indeed, sad that the make-out session I was having with hot Mr professor, was indeed a dream.

My eyes landed on the wall clock. I immediately got up with a sense of urgency. I was late for school.

He might think that I am a disorganized and tardy person. Who would want such a person as a mate?

"Why didn't you tell me?" I said to Jasmine as I jumped out of bed and ran towards the bathroom.

"Well, I thought that you rather stay all day cuddling your pillows than go to school," she said. Her voice faded away with the sound of the showers raining down on me, creating a sensation in my body.

Images of his lips on mine, his hands on my body, as his breath fanned my neck, suddenly flooded my mind, taking over my whole senses. It was a dream but it felt so real, and even now, I could feel his presence. I didn’t know how, but I could feel him close.

After I was done showering, I came out of the bathroom to meet an already-waiting Jasmine.

“Don’t worry, take your time, the boys are waiting.” She said smiling.

I didn’t have time to coordinate an outfit, so I picked up a pink corset top and paired it with black jean trousers and a jacket. I put on my white sneakers carried my duffle bag and hurried to the car.

We got to school before the beginning of the first period, Coincidentally, the moment we stepped right out of the car, was the same time Richard was arriving in.

I stalled for a while to see him get down. I wanted to apologize for the way I acted yesterday. My brain was in an intense search for the words to use when Jasmine grabbed me by the bag and pulled me along with her.

"You've been spacing out a lot recently, missy," she said. "You missed your classes yesterday, I will not let you miss this one. Not on my watch."

I didn't know if I should thank her or be sad. I didn't know what to tell Richard anyway. Also, I was still going to see him in class. Plus there was this subtle feeling that he might ignore me if I walked up to him.

The class was something else for me that day. I imagined that while everyone around me was listening to Richard teach, even though they might also have felt some attraction towards him in some way, I was the only one hearing him make music that made my ears scream with joy.

His voice carried away by the air, filled the classroom with a melody that perhaps only I was able to hear. The way he taught too seemed unique. He knew what he was doing, and he did it well.

A man like him knew what he wanted, and wouldn’t settle for anything but exactly that. Would he want me? I asked myself.

Everything he did, seemed to affect me. Even in little things like how he grabbed his books, how he held a pen, and how he wrote on the whiteboard with his marker. Everything about him was amazing.

And there were moments when he stared at me. His eyes would occasionally throw a few gazes towards me from time to time. In those moments, I could describe what happened within me as tasting a little bit of heaven. I felt the proverbial butterfly in my tummy as I flustered and blushed, drawn in by his every gaze.

I wondered if my friends could see me. I wondered if I had become a laughing stock in the way I acted with him around if they did notice, that is.

After class, I made my way to his office. I wanted to tender that apology. If that was really what I wanted, that is.

I knocked and he told me to come in. His eyes widened at the view of me sliding through his door.

I was a bit nervous. I didn't know if he could sense that as he smiled, putting me at ease with myself, but not without sending me flustering within myself.

"Come have a seat," he said.

"Well it wouldn't take long sir," I said to him as I walked closer to his desk. "I'll be okay standing."

"If that's what you want," he said, watching me with still those hazel eyes. "How can I help you?" he asked.

"Well," I started. "I just wanted to apologize for my actions yesterday. I didn't reply to you when you asked about my well-being. I also did not inform you when I went home. In all, I want to say I'm sorry. A teacher shouldn't have to go through that on his first day of work." I said, trying to focus my attention on anything but his eyes.

"It's fine," he said to me, still with that beautiful smile of his beaming through. "I understand. Thank you for apologizing. It's good you took time to think of your actions.

He stood up, walked towards me, and placed his palm on mine. I felt a feeling so electrifying that I nearly drew my hand away from him if it wasn't accompanied by the sudden pull of attraction that engulfed me later. I wondered if he could feel it too.

His eyes told me that he did. I looked around with the realization that this was his office. I started to consider the idea that the dream I had would soon come to pass as our gazes locked onto each other. I could almost see my reflection glittering in his pupils. If we had stared for far longer than we did, I was sure my dream would have transcended into reality. But that did not happen.

He broke off immediately.

"If you've said all you had to say, can you excuse me? I have a lot of work to do," he coughed out.

I got my cue and bade him bye before leaving. At the door, a woman came in right as I was going out. I couldn't see her face, but she went in, immediately hugging me when she got the chance.

"Hey, Richie, my love," she said happily to him.

Who is she and why was she referring to him as her love? I wondered as her words kept ringing in my ears.

Even though I was tempted to stay back to see or hear what they were going to talk about, I figured that would make me too desperate.

I kept thinking of her words as I walked outside. I could feel my tummy go hot as I fell drunk with jealousy.