Chapter 18: Worth It

Blake's POV

I leaned back against my chair, sighing under my breath as my eyes flickered over the stacks of papers piled onto my desk. Class had ended thirty minutes ago and by now all students would have already gone to their dorms and do whatever they do after class.

Me on the other hand, being the professor, I had to sacrifice some of my sleep to correct assignments for these demons who may I add, are the same age as me.

I stared down at the stack of papers on my desk in disbelief, still baffled as to how I speak better English than these English speaking kids.

And by that I mean everything in English. Someone wanted to spell the word Greece in an assignment I gave them to write an essay on anywhere in the world and my dude spelt Greece as Grease.

Sigh.

There was a knock at the door, cutting my thoughts abruptly. I didn't get an opportunity to say come in before the door swung open and Miss Swan came stalking in, her hips swaying from side to side almost seductively.

I frowned deeply, knowing that she didn't come here for work, instead, she came to flirt with me like she always does in the professor's lounge. I've already voiced that I don't mix business with pleasure but she can't take a hint.

From where she stood I could tell that her face was caked with makeup. I can't judge her because I have no idea why she wears so many layers of makeup, maybe she's insecure about her natural looks, maybe she just wants to wear it for herself or to impress men.

I'll never know, but one thing I do know is that I personally would rather a woman's natural beauty. Erika was far from that, even though I've told her on many occasions how beautiful she is she still thought I'd be impressed by her masking her face with makeup.

But Leila.

She wore little to no makeup and I can't deny that she. . .after Erika- was one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen. I may be exaggerating but it's my opinion. But I can't have those thoughts swirling in my head, not now, not ever.

"Good day Professor Kingston," Miss Swan purred as she sashayed towards my desk.

For a thirty-year-old woman, flirting with me just made me add her name to the I-have-no-life-list. I mean I was only 21, I think she should look for a man who is willing to settle down and give her a life, not me, a 21-year-old who still doesn't know what he wants in life.

"Greetings, Miss Swan, how may I help you?" I smiled sweetly, trying my hardest not to snap as I peered up from the files sitting on my desk. "I see you're alone, do you want some company?" She inquired as she lowered her butt down onto my desk and leaned in towards me.

"No, thank you. I've grown to like absolute isolation, it keeps me focused Miss Swan." I muttered nonchalantly as I flickered my eyes away from her. From my side view, I could tell she was slightly embarrassed by my bluntness but she covered it up quickly and giggled seductively.

"Come on, Prof, loosen up a bit." She whispered, and I only now realized the proximity between us. Her chest was pressed up against my arm, her hand laid gently on my chest and her lips etched towards my ear.

I shifted and stood up abruptly, nearly knocking her over in the process. She pushed herself off the desk and rounded the table towards me as I fumbled with the stack of assignments, "Miss Swan, you are aware that you are sexually harassing m-"

Before I could finish my sentence her lips suddenly smashed down onto mine and she shoved her tongue into my mouth rather sloppily, her hands caressing my arm as she dragged me towards her.

Without wasting a second I shoved her away, nearly knocking her off her feet and she stumbled back, her eyes wide and wild.

"What the fuck!"

I wiped the edge of my mouth where her drool lingered and internally gagged as I shoved all the files into my bag, "I'm gonna be sick," I exclaimed as I began to march out of the room, ignoring her shouts of protest.

She's lucky I'm humble enough to not press charges, that was straight-up sexual assault.

I wiped my mouth once again, paranoid that her drool was still there. That was probably one of the most distasteful kisses I've ever had in my entire life. I shook my head in disbelief, fighting back the urge to chuckle as I made my way across the campus and towards the dorms.

As soon as I got there, I fell into step with Peter who had slipped through the doors. I didn't plan on greeting him but Peter spotted me trying to make a b line for the elevator and waved frantically, "Hey Professor Kingston!"

"Peter, how are you doing?" I asked, tight-lipped as I sauntered towards the elevator. The doors slid open and I stepped in. I prayed he wouldn't follow but to my dismay he did. I pressed my floor number and realized he hadn't done his, which meant he was also going on my floor.

Which meant he was going to see Leila.

"I'm fine, prof! I was just going to see Leila." He said and I fought the urge to roll my eyes, I knew he was going to see her. I tried to think fast because 1; if he came over then both him and Leila would distract me from my work and 2; I just didn't want him in my room.

"She has influenza." I word vomited and I bit down onto my lip, hopeful that he wouldn't catch on.

"Influen–wha?" He asked confusedly. I chuckled and shook my head in amusement. Another dumb as a post kid, why am I even surprised? "The flu, Peter. She has the flu."

"Well, so what? It's okay." He shrugged and I shook my head vigorously, trying to muster up the most disgusting expression I could put on as I stared down at him, "It's atrocious, Peter. Runny nose as if she were a broken dam, puffy eyes, so big I doubt she could see. She sneezes like a built-in water spritzer and god don't even get me started on the coughing, no more like hacking.

I had half a mind to take her to the hospital because it's that bad. She even has a rash, now I don't know if it's an allergic reaction or it's because of the flu but it's starting to scab and it's really bad. She also coughed so hard this morning a piece of cold flew out of her mou-"

"Okay! Lord have mercy! I get it. Jesus. . . why didn't she tell me she was that sick? I could have brought her soup o-or something."

"You don't wanna catch that flu, Peter. Trust me, anyways this is my floor, good to see you and have a nice day." I smirked as I stepped out of the elevator and began to saunter away without looking back. "I-I'll text her!" He shouted through the elevator door and I chuckled deeply as I shook my head, knowing Leila will kill me but it was worth it.