After three weeks of illness, you returned to the university. You had to complete all your practical classes and lectures, as well as retake all your advanced economics tests. As you walked the hallway, you mentally counted down the seconds until your murder. Mr. Jackson was known for being very demanding and disliking poor students. He required discipline, attendance, and completion of all homework assignments without exception. However, you were a special case.

After hesitantly approaching and knocking timidly, after a few seconds you still decided to come in, although your appearance was met with nothing. Michael Jackson did not react and continued to cross out the wrong answers in the sheets of paper. You came closer and greeted. He froze and slowly put the red-inked pen aside. I don't wish to talk to impudent students.

Mr. Jackson, I can explain-! The professor interrupted the speech that had begun with a wave of his hand. There is no need to justify, miss Collins. Excuses are unnecessary. I can see perfectly well.

I was ill, really! Michael chuckled bitterly and stood up from his seat. A few moments later, he was standing right in front of you. Yes, really? Are you sure? The professor removed his glasses and placed them in his inner pocket. Your illness coincided perfectly with all my tests and quizzes, which you managed to fail even online without doing anything right.

Really? I-... You froze, not knowing what to say.

I know. His hands clamped down on your waist and he effortlessly lifted you into the air and sat you on the table. Do you really think I'll believe any of your excuses from this-. He biting own tongue and abruptly stops, devours you with his eyes. pretty mouth? His long, slender fingers reached up to your head and pulled your hair slightly, tilting your head back. You're terrible at lying! His other hand closed around your neck.

You didn't even have time to breathe before he kissed you, biting down on your chapped lips. Did you really think I'd fall for that, little vixen? Michael laughed. His lips hovered over yours. Did you think you could just disappear without answering my messages? Do you have any idea how much time has passed! Jackson tightened his grip on your throat. I've been waiting for three fucking weeks. He whispers. Can you believe that number?

I have a problem with date, professor. He chuckled sweetly.

I hate you. Jackson's eyes are fixed on your neck. You've also stolen so many of my ties and forgotten to return them. I'm running low on ties. And. His lips are just a few millimeters away from your neck. I noticed the marks of your teeth on the fabric. What have you been doing with them, beautiful?

Suddenly, there's a knock on the door. Michael cursed inwardly. Wait. He quickly kissed your neck and headed for the door.

You hid under the table.