THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

Emma backed up two steps away from the intruding presence of Professor Perkins, noting that her rival, Claire had also done the same, but unlike her face which was clouded with shock, the latter’s face mirrored disgust and alertness.

Did they have a history? She thought, staring at the both of them. They were staring at each other, with unpleasant looks on their faces; except Professor Perkin’s signatory smirk made his expression lighter, a sharp contrast to his eyes which had turned cold all of a sudden.

They had a history together, perhaps a failed relationship. She concluded.

“I asked a question earlier? What is going on here?” She heard the professor bite out.

“Nothing that is any of your business.” Claire replied.

Emma thought that she was about to watch the battle of exes; as this was what it must be. She could see her professor trying to calm himself down as the implication of the statement drowned in him.

“Okay, then. If you say so. But you should take your leave. I have an appointment with Miss Drackson.” Professor Perkins said, managing to still maintain his cool, his voice still as smooth as velvet.

Emma wondered how he managed to smoothen his voice that way. Nobody should have a voice as sleek as that. She thought. Actually, that had been one of the reasons why she had disliked him at first sight; she had thought he had been faking the accent, in a bid to get in the pants of the female colony of her class. She had rated him as a pervert. Turns out, it wasn’t the so. The voice was all natural. She could feel it pouring over her. She was sure that it might hoard the capacity to lure her to sleep.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

“What type of meeting is that? What are you doing in these regions?” Claire asked, her hands at akimbo, shocking Emma. She couldn’t but ponder on the naughtiness of the blondie. Even she, herself, wouldn’t speak to her lecturer that way no matter how much she hated her, for fear of him cancelling out her result records. No, she wouldn’t. What was wrong with blondie? Couldn’t she let bygones be bygones and forgive? Surely, the professor hadn’t done much wrong to her to warrant this open embarrassment.

“Now, Miss…”

“Claire…” She supplied the name of the blondie to the professor whose words seemed to have hung in the air, only to be let loose, by the mere mention of a name.

“Now, Miss Claire…” Professor Perkins continued, as if he hadn’t just been interrupted.

“You will turn and walk away now, and not disturb us again.” He said, making sure that the blondie’s eyes were still stuck to his.

Emma watched, flabbergasted, as Claire nodded, and walked away without a word, instantly.

What just happened? She screamed inside her head. She had been sure that the blondie would laugh at the professor’s words, she herself had almost laughed at the plainness of his words, but for fear of her grades. But the girl had just turned and walked away, as if in a trance, as if under compulsion. She balked as she noticed that the professor was now staring at her, his cold eyes were no longer cold, but were filled with amusement. Was her uneasiness that obvious? She thought, before squaring her shoulders, and lifting her chin up.

“You look like a duck when you do that out of the blues.” He suddenly said, his signatory smirk taking its place on his pink full lips.

“What did you just say, sir?!” She asked loudly, her eyes flashing with fury, and her fists tightening, about to start off a protest, forgetting her resolve not to mouth off a bad word to keep her grades safe, when he instantly shut her angry system down with his next statement.

“What?? You think it is wrong? You called me a Kangaroo, while conversing with your friend. I don’t see how I’m in the wrong by returning the favor. You should be thankful that I just stopped at that. You know I can do more than that, right?” He queried, peering at her with his midnight black eyes which she thought was almost enchanting as the forest.

“But…” She stuttered; her anger having totally zapped out in a jiffy. All that remained was a dreadful hope that he wouldn’t tamper with her grades. She needed to graduate top of her class.

“Aye, forget about it. Come inside. We have a lot to talk about.” He stated, opening the door and walking inside, expecting her to follow him in.

“I’m in trouble.” Emma muttered, aware of the bead of sweats gathering on her forehead already as she tangled and disentangled her fingers from each other repeatedly. She wished she had listened to her new friend, Damon, and kept her mouth shut, especially when they had gotten to the professor’s office. Now, she had one more thing to thrash out with him in his office, other than the other thing or things he had called her for; things she wasn’t even aware of.

“Oh, foolish Emma..” She reprimanded herself, holding the knob on the door with her right hand, as the other hand kept the handle of her bag in place on her right shoulder, while muttering a short prayer.

“Oh, Lord; Let him wave it away as a case of juvenile delinquency.” She muttered, drawing back sharply the next second, as she heard a loud deep and throaty laughter from behind the door.

Is he with a visitor? She inwardly asked herself; then negated it in the last minute. There wasn’t anyone there. If there had been, she would have heard them discussing, while she had been outside the office with Damon, and then Claire. For some reason still unknown to her, she now had a sharp and keen sense of hearing.

The laugh must have come from him. She thought, believing that he must be on a phone call.

Nice laugh though. She thought, as she took in a deep breath and opened the door.