~Sandra’s POV~
The taxi pulled up in front of professor Blake’s apartment, and I paid the driver before stepping out of the vehicle. I began walking towards the front door ld the apartment, and as soon as I got there, I pressed the door and waited for a response.
I exhaled softly as I waited for professor Blake to open the door. I checked myself out to make sure I was looking good and attractive. I was putting on a red, tight gown which exposed my cleavages and brought out my curves. My hair was neatly styled, and I had a light make-up applied on my face. I also wore a pair of trd heels to complete my dressing.
Wondering why I came to professor Blake’s apartment early in the morning? Well, the reason is because I wanted to speak with him, and maybe have some fun with him. I know you guys might see me as a bad friend to Bella, but trust me, I don’t give a fuck about that.
Yeah, you read that right. I don’t care what you readers think about me. You might think I’m a villain or a bad friend, but like I said earlier, I don’t care. I love professor Blake so much, and I’m ready to do anything to have him all to myself, even if it means hurting Bella’s feelings.
Yeah, I have my own soulmate. But guess what, I don’t love him as much as I love professor Blake. My mate, Ryan, doesn’t have much effect on me the way professor Blake does. He doesn’t possess half of the amazing qualities professor Blake has.
I’m well aware that my actions may come across as selfish and villainous to some, but at the end of the day, my happiness takes precedence over others’ opinions. If pursuing what I desire means being labeled as wicked, then so be it.
You see, my connection with Professor Blake transcends mere friendship or casual affection. There’s an undeniable chemistry between us that I simply cannot ignore. From the moment we met, I knew there was something special about him, something that drew me in and captivated my heart.
As for Bella, well, she’s a dear friend, but she’s not the one who sets my soul on fire. I care for her, of course, but my feelings for Professor Blake eclipse any sense of loyalty I may owe her.
Perhaps it’s selfish of me to pursue my own desires without considering the consequences for others. But in matters of the heart, one must follow their instincts, even if it means taking risks and facing criticism. Whatever the outcome of my actions, I refuse to apologize for following my heart.
Pressing the buzzer once more yielded no response. Without hesitation, I reached for the door handle and twisted it, allowing myself entry. Stepping into the living room, I quietly shut the door behind me, careful not to make a sound.
Taking in my surroundings, I was taken aback by the sight before me. There, on the couch, lay a lady’s bag, casually discarded. Nearby, a pair of high heels lay haphazardly on the ground. My brows furrowed in confusion as my eyes fell upon a black dress strewn carelessly across one of the couches.
My heart skipped a beat as a wave of realization washed over me. Could it be that Professor Blake wasn’t alone? Was there someone else here, perhaps another woman? The thought sent a pang of jealousy coursing through me, but I quickly pushed it aside, determined to confront the situation head-on.
Steeling myself, I squared my shoulders and prepared to search the apartment. Whatever I found, I was determined to face it with dignity and resolve. After all, nothing would stand in the way of me achieving what I desired, not even unexpected obstacles.
I began walking to professor Blake’s room. As I made my way towards Professor Blake’s room, the sound of voices grew louder. With each step, the argument became more distinct, echoing through the apartment walls. My heart raced with a mixture of anxiety and anticipation, knowing that what lay ahead could potentially shatter my hopes and desires.
As I drew closer to the bedroom, the voices became unmistakable. There were indeed two people inside, engaged in a heated exchange. One voice, undoubtedly belonging to Professor Blake, carried a tone of frustration and anger. The other, softer and more melodious, belonged to a woman.
My stomach churned with a mixture of dread and disbelief. Could it be that Professor Blake was involved with someone else? The thought sent a surge of jealousy coursing through me, threatening to overwhelm my senses.
I moved closer to the closed door of the bedroom and decided to hear what they were saying. As I pressed my ear against the closed door of the bedroom, straining to hear every word, the conversation unfolded before me like a scene from a twisted drama.
“Oh, so now, you think I’m misunderstanding you, huh?” The woman’s voice echoed with a mixture of hurt and frustration, piquing my curiosity even further.
With bated breath, I continued to eavesdrop, desperate to grasp the full extent of their exchange.
“You see, I thought what we had was special… but I guess I was naive to believe that. After all, we only met last night, and yet I allowed myself to fall for you so quickly. I trusted your words, and now you’re feeding me this bullshit? Screw you!”
The words hit me like a ton of bricks, shattering the illusion I had built around Professor Blake. In an instant, the image of him as a charming and respectable figure crumbled before my eyes, replaced by the harsh reality of his true nature.
A wave of anger and betrayal washed over me as the truth sank in. Professor Blake wasn’t the devoted and honorable man I had imagined him to be; he was nothing more than a player, manipulating and deceiving those who crossed his path.
As I reflected on the situation, a wave of realization washed over me. The signs had been there all along, staring me in the face, yet I had chosen to ignore them. The night Professor Blake had slept with me, despite knowing that Bella was his mate, should have been a glaring red flag.
In that moment of clarity, I accepted the truth: Professor Blake was indeed a player, adept at manipulating those around him to fulfill his own desires. And I, foolishly, had fallen victim to his charm and deception.
But dwelling on past mistakes would only hold me back. Instead, I needed to focus on my next move. Perhaps spending more time with Professor Blake would provide me with the opportunity to make him fall in love with me.
With renewed determination, I took a deep breath and pushed open the bedroom door. Inside, I found Professor Blake seated on the bed, accompanied by a slim, naked woman beside him. Their attention immediately turned to me, and I could see the shock register on Professor Blake’s face as our eyes met.
Despite the initial shock, I maintained my composure, refusing to let my emotions betray me. The unfamiliar lady beside professor Blake gave me a scrutinizing look as she hurriedly covered her naked body with the duvet.
“And who the hell are you?” The lady asked with a deep frown on her face.
As the tension in the room escalated, the lady’s question hung in the air, demanding an answer. With a firm resolve, I pointed directly at Professor Blake, asserting my purpose for being there. “I came here to see him,” I stated bluntly, refusing to entertain any further inquiries.
Turning to Professor Blake, the lady’s expression was a mix of confusion and suspicion. “Blake, who is she?” she pressed, her curiosity palpable. “Is she your girlfriend?”
Professor Blake stumbled over his words, clearly caught off guard by the unexpected turn of events. “Ummm… Ciara, she is not…”
Before he could finish, I interjected confidently, seizing control of the situation. “Yes, I am his girlfriend,” I declared, locking eyes with both of them.
The lady’s shock was palpable as my words sank in. “What?!” she exclaimed, her voice betraying her disbelief. “You’re his girlfriend?”
With unwavering confidence, I affirmed my position. “Yes, I am.”
As the realization of the situation began to dawn on the lady, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. The tables had turned, and now it was her turn to experience the sting of betrayal.
As the lady processed my words, her expression twisted with hurt and anger. The lady slowly returned her gaze back to professor, “But… but you… you told me you were single,” she stuttered, pain evident in her voice. “You told me you had no girlfriend. You made me believe that you were ready for a serious relationship.”
I smirked wickedly before walking to a couch. I sat down on the couch and crossed my leg as I watched the ongoing drama between professor Blake and the heartbroken lady.
The lady angrily climbed out of the bed and she began dressing up. Professor Blake quickly wore his underpants, and also he got down from the bed.
“Ciara, I’m sorry if I hurt you. Trust me, I had no intention of hurting you,” professor Blake said with a pleading tone as the lady wore her bra and panties.
“Oh, you had no intention of hurting me? You knew you were not ready for a serious relationship and yet you lied to me and fuck me, and now, you are claiming that you had no intention of hurting me? fuck you!” The lady yelled angrily before walking towards the door in only bra and panties.
“Don’t tell me you’re going home dressed like that?” I said mockingly, causing the lady to stop in her tracks.
She turned around to look at me, then raised her middle finger at me before saying, “Fuck you, bitch.” Then she walked out the room in anger.
Professor Blake stared at me with a frown before going after the lady. As I remained in the bedroom, I couldn’t help but wonder if the lady was really gonna go home dressed in only bra and underwear. Then I suddenly remembered that I saw the lady’s dress and other belongings in the living room.
From where I sat, I could hear professor Blake and the lady arguing. A few minutes later, the noise reduced and professor Blake returned to the bedroom with a deep frown on his handsome face.
As Professor Blake returned to the bedroom with a deep frown etched on his face, I greeted him with a smile, rising from the couch and closing the distance between us.
“Welcome, darling,” I said sweetly, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
But instead of reciprocating my gesture, Professor Blake’s expression darkened with anger and frustration. “What the fuck are you doing here?” he snapped, his tone laced with hostility.
His response caught me off guard, momentarily causing me to falter. Suppressing the surge of annoyance rising within me, I composed myself and met his gaze with a cool demeanor. “I came here because I care about you,” I replied calmly, maintaining eye contact despite the tension crackling between us.
But Professor Blake was having none of it. His anger seemed to intensify, his jaw clenching as he glared at me with undisguised hostility. “You have no right to interfere in my personal life,” he spat, his voice dripping with contempt. “Just because we had sex once doesn’t give you the fucking right to come into my home anyhow and claim to be my girlfriend!”
His words stung, piercing through the facade of indifference I had carefully crafted. Despite my best efforts to remain unaffected, I could feel the sting of rejection creeping in, threatening to unravel the composed exterior I had worked so hard to maintain.
As Professor Blake’s harsh words echoed in the room, I felt a surge of pain and anger wash over me. His rejection felt like a sharp knife piercing through my hopeful thoughts. Despite feeling devastated inside, I didn’t want to show him how much his words affected me.
Summoning every ounce of strength within me, I met his gaze with unwavering determination. “I know what we shared was just a one-night stand,” I admitted, my voice steady despite the turmoil raging inside me. “But I want more than that. I want us to have something meaningful.”
Professor Blake’s expression softened slightly, his frown giving way to a look of confusion. “Are you drunk or something?” he asked incredulously, his brow furrowing in disbelief.
“No, I’m not drunk,” I replied firmly, closing the distance between us and reaching out to touch him. “I’m serious about this. I want us to explore what could be between us.”
Before he could respond, I silenced him with a kiss, my lips meeting his in a moment of fiery passion. In that instant, all the pain and uncertainty melted away, replaced by a surge of desire and longing.