The Temptress: Tempting the Devil’s son

She crimsoned the moment she’d realized the foolishness of what she had said. What has gotten into me?

“I-I mean… Ermm I-I didn’t…” She stuttered, unable to comprehend what she was even saying!

He beamed her a taunting smile, “Is that how much you want me?”

“No!” She retorted, pushing him away. She picked up her pantie and put it back on. He glanced at her, chuckling at her defensive attitude.

He put his penis back in his pants where it belonged, and pulled his zipper back up.

As he did that, she watched him with yearning in her eyes. He lifted his head and caught her staring right at him. She blushed, quickly avoiding his taunting gaze.

She felt his presence behind her, butterflies dancing in her stomach at his proximity. His hand slipped to her waist as he turned her to face him.

Pushing back the loose strands of her hair, he lifted her chin, making her look him in the eye. Slowly, he leaned into her face as the thoughts of him kissing her flooded her mind.

She closed her eyes and awaited the feel of his soft lips on hers but it never came. She opened her eyes and when she saw the amused look on his face, she blushed.

She was about to push him away for tricking her when she suddenly felt something entwine with her right hand and when she looked down on it, it was his briefcase!

“What’s this?” She questioned with a frown.

He rolled his eyes and replied, “My briefcase of course and I want you to carry it.”

“Why? But it’s so heavy!” She protested, a small groan leaving her lips.

“Technically, you’re still my student so it’s normal for you to carry my stuff,” he told with a lop sided grin. “Plus the students won’t suspect anything.”

“But…”

“No buts.” He placed his forefinger on her lips.

“Now come outside so I can lock the door, unless of course you wanna sleep in my office!” He winked at her.

“Of course not!” She stepped out of his office.

“Where are you going?” She asked. She was surprised that he was closing from work early.

“Work.” He simply replied.

“So you have another job besides this one?”

“Yes.” He started heading down the hallway and she followed him closely behind.

“How much those your other job pay you?”

“Over a million times what the university pays. Not that I would actually receive their peanuts.” He shrugged. She was astonished by his response.

“So you’re a millionaire?” She gasped. A Billionaire actually.

“Maybe.” He smirked.

“Why work here if you’re so rich?” Because of you darling. Can’t you see?

“Because I want to,” he rolled his eyes. She was about to ask more questions when he placed his index finger on her lips.

“Enough with the questions. All your questions will be answered when the time is right.”

“Okay.” She pouted.

They soon arrived at the underground parking lot which was reserved for the Dean and heads of department.

Once they reached where his car was packed, he took the briefcase from her and put the it on the front seat.

“Omg! Is this your car?” She was staring wide-eyed at his 2020 black BMW X6.

“Don’t be so surprised, this was just one of the lowliest cars I could find.” He rolled his eyes, pulling her closer to himself so his back was pressing against the car.

Her jaw dropped. Lowliest, this car wasn’t lowly at all. It was worth over fifty thousand dollars! “Lowliest? What exactly…” He shut her up with an earth shattering kiss. She shivered at the sudden intrusion, her body tingling from the hot kiss. He was damn tired of her numerous questions.

“No more questions,” he reminded, pulling her lower lips sensually

“Fine,” she sighed defeated, resting her head on his chest.

“It’s my birthday this Sunday. My parents are throwing me a party, would you like to come?” She mumbled, tugging playful on his tie. She tipped her head upwards to look at him as she awaited his response.

“Surprisingly, we have the same birthdays.” He acted surprised.

“Really? So we are birthday pals?” How come he has the same birthday as Blake? Coincidence? She thought.

“Uhm hmm,” he hummed in response.

“Are you celebrating it?”

“Nope. But my mother would definitely come over to cook breakfast. She likes to prepare my favorite dishes on my birthdays.” A genuine smile became painted on her face when he thought of his mother. He missed her. It’s been almost two months since he last saw her. He knew she was gonna nag him for not visiting her.

“Wow. So I guess you will be busy doing your own stuff on that day?” A look of sadness washed over her face. She really wanted him to come.

“I would but I never said I won’t make it!” He smirked.

Her eyes brightened in excitement as she peppered his face with kisses. “Really? Thank you. I love you!” She screamed.

She closed her mouth, realizing what she had just said. Embarrassment coursed through her veins. That was a slip of tongue. Not that she actually loved him. She wasn’t sure what she felt for him yet.

He furrowed his brows at her, his face dancing in amusement. “You love me?”

“I better l-leave!” She blushed and ran away. He rumbled in laughter as he watched her leave.

*******

A knock came on the door. The Dean who was busy typing something on his laptop lifted his head briefly and muttered a “come in.”

Katrina walked into the office with a displeased expression. She faked a smile and greeted, “Good day sir!”

“Ah Katrina! How are you doing?” He seemed a bit excited on seeing her.

“I’m fine, sir!”

“What brings you here? You rearly ever come to say hi. So I guess you must be here for something of greater importance.”

“You are right, sir. I’m here to discuss something important with you.”

“Ah, forgive my manners, please sit.” He ushered her a seat.

“Thank you, sir. You’re very kind.”

Once she was settled in, she began, “Sir you know that it is forbidden for a lecturer to have an affair with his student?”

“Of course, it’s against the rules of the school. It is seen as abuse of power.” He explained as he adjusted the bridge of his glasses.

“Well, someone already broke this rule.”

“What?!” He fumed. “Who could that be?”

She smiled inwardly knowing that he was gonna be fired. If I can’t have you, no one else would!

“Professor Drake.”

The expression on his face changed and he visibly relaxed. “Oh” was the only word he could mumble.

“Oh? Just oh?” She questioned in bewilderment.

“Who is the student in question?”

“Ariana Garcia.”

He sighed and after a few seconds of silence, he began, “You are one of the few lecturers I hold in high esteem, so I would like to offer you a piece of advice, you can either take it or leave it.”

“I’m all ears, sir.”

“Good. Now my advice is; stay away from professor Drake and most especially, that girl Ariana. He doesn’t joke with that lady.”

“What?” She was stunned by his reply. He doesn’t joke with her, what does that even mean?

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You heard him. Lucifer Jnr doesn’t joke with his baby. Lol. Please guys I am yet to get any reviews. Please comment.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.