Chapter 18
The sun had barely dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the campus grounds. Most students had left for their hostels or the city, leaving the corridors eerily quiet. Chiamaka's heartbeat thudded in her chest as she walked toward the familiar office. Every step felt heavy with anticipation, every nerve on edge.
Her mind swirled with thoughts of Tunde—the warmth of his smile, the comfort of his trust—and the lingering fire of her nights with Professor Eze. The forbidden attraction pulsed through her like a living thing, urging her forward despite the guilt gnawing at her conscience.
She reached the office, pausing to steady her breath. The door opened almost instantly, and there he was. Professor Eze, waiting, eyes dark and intent, every bit the man she had been losing herself to.
"You came," he said softly, his voice low, commanding, but edged with a warmth that made her pulse accelerate.
"I… I couldn't stay away," she admitted, her hands trembling slightly.
He stepped aside, allowing her entrance. The office was dimly lit, the desk lamp casting a golden glow across the room, accentuating the intensity of his features. The air seemed charged with electricity, and Chiamaka could feel it in every nerve ending.
"Sit," he instructed, his eyes never leaving hers.
She obeyed, hands fidgeting in her lap, heart racing uncontrollably. "Sir… I… I don't know how I'm supposed to—"
"You don't need to think," he interrupted gently, stepping closer. "Some lessons aren't taught with words. Some lessons… are felt."
Chiamaka's breath caught. She knew what he meant. The memory of their last night, the closeness, the fire they had ignited, pressed against her mind like an impossible temptation she could no longer resist.
He extended his hand, and hers instinctively met it. The touch, so brief yet so electric, sent a shiver down her spine. The desire between them had become an almost physical presence, impossible to ignore.
"You want this," he murmured, leaning in so close she could feel his breath against her cheek.
"I… I do," she whispered, her voice barely audible, yet filled with urgency.
He closed the distance between them, their lips meeting in a kiss that was deeper, more consuming than before. Chiamaka felt herself melting into it, giving in to the pull she had fought to resist. The taste of him, the warmth of his hands, the dangerous closeness—it was intoxicating.
As they broke apart, both breathless, he rested his forehead against hers. "You can't deny it. Not anymore."
"I… I don't want to," she admitted, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw, memorizing him as she had countless times before.
A knock at the door startled them. "Chia! We're leaving!" Nneka's voice called from the hallway, unaware of the tension inside.
Professor Eze's dark gaze lingered on her, intense and warning. "Ignore them," he whispered, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. "This is our time… and ours alone."
For the next hour, they explored the limits of their closeness. Every touch, every whispered word, every lingering glance deepened the intimacy that had become impossible to resist. Chiamaka felt herself losing track of time, reality, and even her own doubts, consumed entirely by desire and the forbidden allure that was Professor Eze.
When the session finally ended, he held her gaze, unspoken words lingering between them. "Remember, desire isn't something to punish. It's something to understand. We'll see where it takes us next… but only if you're ready."
Chiamaka nodded silently, aware of the storm she had stepped into. Her mind raced with guilt, longing, and anticipation. She had surrendered again, willingly, and the consequences of her actions were beginning to weigh heavily.
As she left the office, the campus felt alive with whispers and shadows. Every glance from a fellow student, every casual sound of footsteps, reminded her that the secret was hers alone. And yet… the pull between her and Professor Eze was undeniable, intoxicating, and impossible to ignore.
That night, lying in her bed, she stared at the ceiling, tracing imaginary patterns with her finger as her mind replayed the meeting over and over. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word haunted her like a beautiful, dangerous secret.
Her phone buzzed again:
"Tonight's lesson is only the beginning. Are you ready for what comes next?"
Chiamaka's fingers trembled as she read it. Every fiber of her being knew the danger of giving in again—but she also knew she was powerless to resist. Desire, temptation, and the forbidden connection with Professor Eze had claimed her entirely.
Sleep eventually took her, but the heat of the office, the brush of his lips, and the intensity of his gaze followed her into dreams. And when she awoke, she realized one undeniable truth: no matter how careful she tried to be, she was already ensnared in a web of intimacy, longing, and forbidden temptation she could never escape.
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Cliffhanger: Another secret meeting deepens Chiamaka and Professor Eze's intimate connection, while the danger of discovery—and the presence of her boyfriend—looms closer than ever.