Damon Valentino~•~Dahlia had been right to keep her personal reasons to herself because we were nothing more than professor and student but I wouldn’t lie and say it didn’t sting as I watched her walk out of the class.I tugged at the tie around my neck, loosening it because it was starting to suffocate me. I didn’t even know why I wore the stupid tie in the first place. Within seconds, I’d undone it, and as I stared at the piece of material in my hand, my mind couldn’t help but stray toward the things I could do to Dahlia with it.I shook my head, letting out a low curse. That was wrong to think about. It was very fucking wrong. At this rate, I wondered how I would be able to get her out of my mind. Would I have to fuck a new woman? Was that what it took? Dahlia had made it clear that her future was on the line. I was a selfish motherfucker, but that didn’t mean I would force her into something she didn’t want.Releasing a sigh, I packed up the materials I’d been using to teach and
Dahlia Carrington~•~I didn’t know if I was being petty or unnecessarily bitter but a wave of anger surged through me when I saw Damon with Mackenzie. Why was he bringing her to his office? Did he already move on from one student to another?Everyone in Damon’s class knew Mackenzie found him not. Despite the fact that he brushed her off the first day, she wasn’t deterred from pointing out how attractive he was in class.As expected, the class was always awkward for me when he was the one teaching. I had gone a few weeks without speaking directly to him, but I wouldn’t lie and say I had stopped thinking about him.“Why are you always so quiet in this class?” Roman asked one day. It was the only class we had together, which meant he didn’t see me in other classes, but he visited our house frequently and we had become more than acquaintances. We were genuinely becoming friends.“You were the same person who told me how hard this class is. I’ve got to concentrate, don’t I?” He was right.
Damon Valentino~•~I had always been the type to obsess over what I perceived was mine, but I knew Dahlia wasn’t mine yet I obsessed over her anyway.I knew it was unhealthy, but as long as it wasn’t hurting anybody, right?A few weeks had gone by since we last spoke to each other. It didn’t matter that we saw each other in class twice a week, we knew we had to stay off each other’s paths. I was not supposed to hate my students but I despised that Roman kid. He was able to follow her around without anyone saying shit about them. He could flirt with her in class, he could carry her bag, and he could also ask her out on a date, uncaring of who heard.Okay, maybe I was a little bit jealous, but how wouldn’t I be? Dahlia was supposed to be mine. We weren’t boyfriend and girlfriend but I’d already claimed her in my head. I was hoping to ease her into a normal relationship because I liked her that much, but it was just my poor luck that we were over before we even started.I wouldn’t say
Dahlia Carrington~•~I didn’t know what Damon was up to and I didn’t know why I replied to his text in the first place. He had been the one to text me yet he left my message on read. It annoyed me greatly.Why would he even ask about my date when we hadn’t been in contact for weeks? I was not interested in Roman and I wasn’t going to give him false hope by going on a date with him when I knew it wouldn’t lead us anywhere.I was in my room trying to write the report Damon had given us. It was due on Sunday but I hadn’t even started it yet. A knock on my door startled me. “Come in.” The door was pushed open and Clementine stuck her head in. “You have a visitor. He’s handsome. Is he your boyfriend?”I frowned. A visitor? I didn’t know many people in New York. I didn’t know any men in New York. The only people I knew were Roman, Damon, and my old boss. Roman was not personally my visitor and the other two had no reason to visit me.Standing up from the bed, I put on a shirt over the fli
Dahlia Carrington~•~Christopher wasn’t that bad a person and I could see myself being friends with him if our parents weren’t pushing us to get together.We had walked a lot and we had to take several stops to recuperate at intervals. However, I was actually having fun; much more fun than I’d had in a long time. Aside from Anya and Damon, whom I haven’t properly talked to in a while, he was the only one who knew everything about my situation. I didn’t have to walk on eggshells around him or tiptoe around the topic concerning my family and background.I could be myself with him and laugh about my childhood experiences because he related to them as well. I wasn’t the first girl they’d tried to set him up with, but at least, he had a choice to refuse them. His parents’ only issue was that he shouldn’t marry a woman from a low-class family.“Should we just take a picture now so we don’t have to worry about that when we go on our date?”I thought about it. It was dark but the street ligh
Dahlia Carrington~•~Maybe I was a little bit selfish, but I expected Damon to text me after the night he saw Christopher and me together. He had texted me when he thought I was going on a date with Roman after all, but he didn’t. I waited for hours, hoping he would. Hours turned into days. Days turned into weeks and soon it was my birthday.It was my luck that my birthday fell on a Wednesday; a day I didn’t have any classes. I planned to sleep in, but I was awoken by my roommates jumping on my bed and singing Happy Birthday to me.I groaned as my eyes fluttered open. They had opened the curtains already and the harsh sunlight was streaming inside the room. I shielded my eyes, sitting up. “Isn’t it too early for this?”“It is nine o’clock, Dahlia. Get up and celebrate your birthday with us.” Prisha exclaimed.She was jumping on my bed with balloons in her hand. Clementine was trying to shake the sleep out of me and Aurelie stood in front of me with a cake.“Make a wish,” Aurelie said
Dahlia Carrington~•~I did not acknowledge the gift Damon had gotten for me. However, I couldn’t deny that it was beautiful. I was tempted to wear it every day but that would probably give him the wrong idea. I wanted to give him the wrong idea but I had to be reserved.My eyes went to the door when they opened to reveal Professor Valentino. Roman was not in attendance today. I didn’t know why but I was going to ask him about it later. Damon’s eyes sought me as soon as he entered and I lowered my gaze, not wanting to make eye contact with him.His lesson today seemed longer than it usually was and I didn’t know if that was because I wanted the class to end as soon as possible. It made me uncomfortable. After having not talked for weeks, Damon remembered my birthday and sent me a gift. He didn’t even send a text. Was he trying to cut me off amicably? This was not how I expected my college life to go. I didn’t know I would be hung up on my professor just because we fucked for one nigh
Dahlia Carrington~•~When his lips met mine, I almost sighed in relief, but I didn’t get the time to do so because he was already prodding into my mouth. It had been too damn long since we kissed and I could feel his urgency in the way his lips devoured mine.He pulled away slightly. “Tell me I’m the only one for you.”When I didn’t say anything and just stared up at him with harsh breaths, he squeezed my waist. “You’re the only one for me.”I was barely done with my sentence before he kissed me again, lifting me to place me on his table. “I missed you, doll.” He confessed when he left my lips to kiss down my neck. “I couldn’t focus. All I could think about was you.”I threw my head back letting out a moan, not caring about the consequences anymore.“You’ve got to be quiet, baby.”I nodded even if I knew it was going to be a hard task. I clamped my lips shut as his hand traveled down south, going under my skirt to rub me through my panties. “Fuck.”“You’re so wet for me.” He shifted