Chapter 4

• Ashley entered the classroom. He looked at Professor Garfield for a moment. He noticed Professor Garfield was smiling at him. It was a quick, friendly smile. The smile that Professor Garfield gave to other students.
• Yet, it managed to reduce the annoyance in his heart right now. It gave Ashley a suppressed feeling of joy.
• He did not know whether Professor Garfield was really smiling at him or whether it might be at all of the students in the classroom he was in right now. But he wanted to keep thinking that gorgeous smile was only and only for him.
• As he did not want his three best friends to know he had been attracted to the lecturer in Introduction to Communication Studies, he kept putting on a calm face to hide how happy he was at the moment. It would be troublesome for him if his best friends knew about his love interest.
• Moreover, he did not want this annoying man to know about his feelings toward Professor Garfield. He would be crazy as fuck if he let that annoying man know his feelings towards Professor Garfield.
• His mind began to wander, and he imagined what he would like to do with Professor Garfield if one day he could get the chance to spend his time alone with him.
• Slowly, deep in his mind, he found that Professor Garfield's hand was gently stroking his thigh, speaking in a half-whispered tone of voice. It sounded so sexy to the extent that he could not do anything but let him do whatever he wanted to do with his body.
• "Ashley, you are really beautiful. Do you realize your charm? You might have fallen in love with me from the first year of your college, but for me, I am falling in love with you since you stepped your feet into this building during the first year of your college."
• Professor Garfield's voice sounded so real, to the extent that he believed it was really happening right now, right here, in the classroom. As if it were not only his imagination.
• Only he and Professor Garfield were staying in the room after Professor Garfield sent all of the students away from his class after the class was over. He could feel his cheeks flush, feeling so warm that the heat spread to his neck and ears,. He could already imagine how red his face was right now.
• "So what is your answer? Do you want to take my offer?"
• Professor Garfield's hand pulled away, kissing the back of his hand intently before the man's lips moved to kiss his fingers one by one as he kept his eyes locked on him. As if Professor Garfield was waiting for an answer from him.
• "Oh, Introduction to Communication Studies? I see …"
• The question posed by Aiden had shattered his fantasies of Professor Garfield, along with his fantasies of what he would do to Garfield if he had the chance to do so. All of a sudden, he sent a sharp glare at Aiden, who did not realize the big impact of the mistake he had just made on his imagination with Professor Garfield just now.
• "Is there a special call that I should use for you?"
• "What are you talking about!?" Ashley hissed harshly at the man's absurd question just now, waving his hand so that the human who took the chair nearby would not sit next to him.
• "Anyway, since when did I allow you to sit beside me?"
• "I thought it would be a lot more practical if I sat next to you," Aiden answered with an innocent expression, instead trying to sit beside him one more time casually as if his warning had meant nothing to him. "Who knew you might need me to take notes for today's lecture, for example?"
• "Nope. I can handle it on my own; thank you very much."
• "Hmm..."
• He did not know, and he did not even want to try to figure out the meaning of the man's mutterings. All he had in mind was how to get the man out of his way without making him the center of attention—especially Professor Garfield—by allowing Aiden to sit beside him.
• "So, have you made up your mind, hm?"
• He was too busy with plans in his mind for what he wanted to do with him, to the extent that he barely noticed that he was talking to him in a half-whispered voice. Only then he realized that Professor Garfield's class had already started.
• "That is why I do not understand what the hell you are talking about!" He glared at his now-slave as his last warning, joining in with a half-whisper. "If you dare to bother me once again—"
• "Lord? Your Majesty? Or maybe, O Great Highness? Oh, wait. How about Milord? Ah! I think the last one suits you best."
• Son of a bitch!
• He could not take it anymore!
• He immediately grabbed the man by the collar when Professor Garfield was not looking at his seat, sending a sharp glare at Aiden, who strangely seemed relaxed in response to his anger.
• "I don't know what your problem with me is, human. But why do you keep bothering me instead of doing your new job as my slave?"
• "Hm? I did nothing," the man exclaimed, slightly agitated. "All I want to do is get to know you more, so I can accommodate everything you need—
• "Well, let me give you one final warning, human," He interrupted it, still trying to control his anger, as he did not want to make a scene in Professor Garfield's class. "If you bother me again like you are doing right now, one more time, I will kill you with no mercy!"
• There was a little bit of surprise hidden in Aiden’s eyes. Yet, he found that Aiden was not scared of his threat even once. All he found was Aiden’s surprised reaction, which managed to make him both furious and confused at the same time.
• "O-okay ..."
• "Just do what you need to do, you moron!"
• "A—ah," the man exclaimed in surprise at his reaction before looking down languidly. He even swore that it was as if he saw dog ears clenched languidly along with the sad expression Aiden was making at the moment. "I am sorry for making you uncomfortable, then ..."
• "Urgh ..."
• He could feel his forehead throbbing in frustration as he heard Aiden’s answer. In a quick count, he stomped on the man's foot with all his might. When he saw that Aiden seemed to be about to scream in pain from his actions, he quickly sent a sharp glare at the human.
• "Don't you dare to make a loud noise in this class, you fucking bastard!" Ashley stole glances at Professor Garfield as he resumed his lectures, breathing a sigh of relief when he found that Aiden's voice did not distract Professor Garfield from his class. "I don't want to attract unnecessary attention at Professor Garfield's lessons."
• "Oh, so you are interested in this course?"
• "Whether I like this course or not, it is definitely none of your business!"
• Once again, he snorted in annoyance and then stretched his hand toward Aiden.
• "Yes?" Aiden was stunned, as it seemed that he did not understand what he meant.
• "My iPad and pen, you moron!" Ashley rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Are you fucking serious?"
• "Did I say something wrong?" Aiden looked at him innocently.
• "Did I say something wrong?" he parroted what Aiden had said. "You should have known what your job was from the moment you offered yourself to us, moron! Why should I need to explain such a simple thing to you? How impractical of you!"
• "I am sorry. Just a moment," Aiden said, then opened the backpack the man was carrying, and gave him the item he asked for with a face full of regret. "I was wrong. I will make sure to be careful next time."
• "There will be no next time. Remember it, or you will get your punishment. Like Michael Raymond, your little friend you saved earlier," he snorted angrily, turning to face the projector screen in front of the class and turning on his iPad.
• "He is not my friend, for your information. I only knew him today through you," replied Aiden calmly. "But interesting. You remember his full name, eh?"
• "I do not have any obligation to explain it to you, do I?" Ashley rolled his eyes in disgust, not looking at Aiden.
• "No need. Of course, there's no need ..."
• With a lot of effort, he ignored Aiden and began to jot down important points by focusing all his attention on Professor Garfield.
• In an instant, he forgot the existence of the obnoxious and unreliable human named Aiden Connor. Allowing himself to be enchanted by Professor Garfield's charms, with his elegant and soothing voice echoing through the room.
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