by Sarah Stein
Flawed Professor
A Cocky Hero Club Story
Sarah Stein
Flawed Professor
Copyright © 2020 by Sarah Stein and Cocky Hero Club, Inc.
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Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Note to Readers
Dedication
Blurb
Prologue
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
Fourteen
Fifteen
Sixteen
Seventeen
Cocky Hero Club Links
Sarah’s Published Works
About the Author
Note to Readers
Flawed Professor is a standalone story written by Sarah Stein, inspired by Vi Keeland and Penelope Ward’s Park Avenue Player.
It's published as part of the Cocky Hero Club world, a series of original works, written by various authors, and inspired by Keeland and Ward's New York Times bestselling series.
Dedication…To the readers and fans of the Cocky Hero Club!
Blurb
Tobias
Flawed…
That’s how I’d been my whole life.
Moving from one woman to the next.
I even threw away my marriage for a rump with a student.
Commitment is a difficult thing to stick to.
At this point, no one will have me.
It doesn’t stop me from wanting Sophie.
She’s smart and gorgeous.
To top it off, she gives me the cold shoulder.
It makes me crave her even more.
Sophie
I take one look and know
Tobias will eat me up and spit me out.
He’ll leave me behind picking up all the pieces of my broken heart.
I couldn’t let him know how much I crave him – his smarts, his touch.
Oh, but I want him…bad.
Prologue
Five Years Ago
Tobias
“What in the absolute fuck!” Came a loud shrill from close by.
Too close for my comfort. I was on the precipice. My balls tightened, and a sheen of sweat coated my forehead from the rough pounding. The hottie bent in front of me wasn’t the greatest lay, but she wasn’t the worst either. She had taunted me with her buttoned-down plaid shirt, and a pleated skirt that ended right over her goods. The minute the blonde-haired student bent over to pick up the pencil she’d dropped, I could see the white lace of her underwear clear as day. It got my cock all hard and ready, wanting to plow right into her tight pussy.
As a professor of Art, I tended to get quite a lot of girls in my class. By God, most of them were sexy, and many wore clothing that wasn’t appropriate for everyday wear. I wasn’t sure if they were just comfortable in their skin or trying to gain my attention. I tried my best to stick to myself and do what I did best – teach, but there was always that one student who tried her luck after class, and this time, I had a hard time saying no.
I was grabbed by the neck of my collar from behind. The damn shirt ripped, warning me that expensive clothing can tear as easily as cheap clothing. The cool air wrapped around my cock and I instantly regretted the warmth of Blondie’s pussy. I didn’t have time to bitch, because as soon as I was pulled out of her, I released all over the floor of my office. In the same place I had many teacher/student conferences in the morning.
Fuck. Double fuck. Triple fuck.
The second I’d been pulled back, I was unconfined. “You fucking piece of shit.” I couldn’t miss the high-pitched vocals of Elodie, my wife. My chest tightened because I instantly felt like shit.
Everything came crashing down around me while I struggled to pull my khakis up. The last thing I wanted was to deal with my wife with my dick hanging out. I’d like to keep the thing attached at all costs. Who knew what she’d do in her bout of anger? I’m not going to lie, the feeling of being encased in Blondie’s body brought home a hunger I’d missed before pledging infidelity to Elodie. I thought we were in love. But I couldn’t even make a year before taking another woman and throwing nine months of marriage away.
“Hold up, Elodie,” I screeched, reaching out to grab her before she snatched Blondie’s hair with her hands. I made it just in time; otherwise, we’d all be in some serious trouble.
While holding Elodie back, I told Blondie, “Leave.” There wasn’t much else to say. If the girl knew what was best for her, she’d keep what we’d did on a down low. No sense for the Dean to snoop around. I’d possibly lose my job, and Blondie would most likely get kicked out. Knowing her, she probably only hit on me for better grades. Who knew what was on the table these days? People fucked up for many different reasons. Me? Well, I’d been flawed for as long as I could remember. Before I’d proposed to Elodie, I was known as the ‘Park Avenue Player’. Unfortunately, even marriage couldn’t save me.
Once Blondie left, I finally let the realization of what I’d done sink in. My chest tightened once again when I’d glanced at Elodie. Her face was flushed from the exertion of trying to grab Blondie and there were tears in the corners of her eyes, but they didn’t fall. If there’s one thing I’d learned from Elodie, it was that she’s a tough cookie. Throughout the nine months of our marriage, she’d shown only strength, rarely any weakness. The tears I’m witnessing were the most weakness she’s ever let me see. If I didn’t feel like shit before, I felt it now.
Her baby blue eyes seemed to stare deep within me, trying to see something. What? I couldn’t tell you, but I knew the moment it appeared. Elodie had found what she’d been searching for. Her breath hitched, and she hardened in front of me. It made me nervous for a second, so I stroked her platinum hair, the silkiness running through my fingers as I cooed, “Baby. Please, I’ll change. I’m so, so sorry. I won’t do it again.”
Even though I was flawed, I didn’t like being alone. Elodie was truly a good woman to me. I didn’t want to have to start all over again.
Elodie inhaled a deep breath, calming herself before saying, “I want your shit out. I’m keeping the bungalow. I don’t give a flying fuck where you’re going. It’s over.”
With her statement, the hair I’d been stroking left my fingers as she nudged past me and left without a backward glance. I couldn’t say I was numb. This was a regular thing for me. If anything, I was surprised I’d gone nine months without sleeping with another person. I truly believed Elodie had changed me for the better. But, no matter how smart and gorgeous she was, nothing could take away from the fact that I was flawed.
Chapter One
Current Day
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sp; Tobias
I gradually pressed the accelerator of my black BMW. The sleek vehicle maneuvered perfectly on the semi-packed highway. I preferred to leave early for work so I wouldn’t have to battle the traffic. Most days were horrendous, and so I opted to leave my house earlier than usual. The quietness of the drive also gave me a chance to reflect on any upcoming meetings or my past, whichever my mind chose to dive into.
On this particular day, I couldn’t stop thinking about seeing the life leaving my stepsister’s eyes when she passed. She suffered from Lymphangioleiomyomatosis, and her body was quickly failing. Bree and I weren’t close, hell we rarely talked, but it affected me seeing her frail body lying in the hospital as time slipped away. During that time, I tried talking to Elodie, but my wife… ex-wife chose to ignore me whenever I was around. Even though I was the one who fucked up, I couldn’t help but feel cheated. I tried on many occasions to talk to Elodie, but she wouldn’t listen. Boy, she wasn’t lying when she said she was done with me. I thought I’d have the chance to sweat talk her into staying, but that was a no-go. It gutted me at first, but gradually I survived the downfall.
When I finally got Elodie to talk, which was the day my sister pulled us all together to talk about her final wishes, the only thing Elodie asked was why I’d cheated on her. I said the first thing that came to mind; I was a sex addict. I wasn’t lying to her when I revealed that I attended therapy but being a sex addict wasn’t on the list of things my therapist actually claimed. I wanted Elodie to think my sexual urges were quite literally out of my hands. By saying I was a sex addict, I was hoping it would cause a change in the dynamic of our relationship. Elodie didn’t believe any of the bullshit I spewed. At least I had tried explaining why I did what I did.
I felt terrible when she mentioned how much of an amazing wife she had been. I couldn’t deny that fact. Elodie cooked, cleaned, and tried her best to excite me all the time. It simply wasn’t enough. Yeah, I was a douche, and I should’ve had control of my urges, but that’s how Elodie and I got together in the first place. She was my student, and my need to have her was quite potent. I honestly believed our commitment toward one another was strong, but apparently, mine wasn’t strong enough.
Arriving to work, I slowly slid into the closest available parking spot reserved for faculty. I sat in the black leather seat for a moment, the engine softly purring, wondering why I tortured myself with thoughts of Elodie. She’s the past and must stay there, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the short amount of time we had together. They were mostly good, and I missed it whenever I felt the loneliest.
“Hey, when is the end of year assignment due?” a muffled voice brought me out of my lament. I rolled the window down, taking the time to observe the petite, brown-haired girl standing a few inches away. I was relieved to have someone pull me out of my reverie.
“It’s at the end of the year,” I answered the minute the window was all the way down.
She scrunched up her tiny nose, took a deep breath, and said, “I know that. I need to know the exact date so I can prioritize my schedule.”
I knew my answer had been sarcastic, but she had interrupted my daydreaming, which I was secretly okay about, “It’s exactly one week from now. Is there any other question you have?”
Usually, a pretty girl such as the one at my window would easily trap me into a conversation, but I wasn’t feeling it. It must be something in the water. I think a night out with the guys would help me get back into the swing of things. I’m tired of overthinking about the past, present, or future. Yeah, that’s what I sorely needed. Besides, who needed love and marriage? Not this guy. I’d fallen for the ‘ole trick once – never again.
“Sorry, I disturbed you,” the girl said, “I was worried about my grades and making sure the assignments were in on time. Thanks for the information.” She quickly backed away.
If I didn’t know any better, I’d think she was deliberately trying to get away from me. Not that I gave a shit. I had things to attend to, so I nodded my head in acceptance, but she was already gone. Sometimes, it was weird teaching the older crowd. I expected them to have their shit together more so than the younger crowd, but it’s all the same. Each person was unique and brought something different to the table. The girl definitely had a thing for organization and scheduling and wanted to make sure she wasn’t missing anything. I could appreciate that.
Rolling the window back up, and cutting off the engine, I reached to the passenger seat, grabbed my black briefcase, and exited the vehicle. What I really wanted to do was go home, get ready to party, and possibly come home with some nice ass to fuck. It was rare when an evening ended with me alone, I was looking forward to the outing.
But first, bills must be paid, and my job must be fulfilled.
“Hey, Mr. Tobias. Yo, Mr. T., see you in class,” shouts from all areas of the campus traveled to me as I walked to the main doorway. I won’t lie, it’s nice knowing that when most of the students leave here, I’d have left my mark on them. Yeah, that could be taken in another way. I don’t try to leave my mark on the girls, but sometimes, I have no control, as I mentioned earlier. I continued walking, with each shout I nodded my head toward the voices, but not once stopped my stride.
“Excuse me.” I quickly opened the glass door framed in metal for the person behind me. The voice seemed urgent, and I didn’t want to halt the person’s steps. I knew how it felt to almost miss a meeting or not be punctual to class. The person was clearly in a hurry.
I didn’t get much of a view of the front side, but the backside was jaw-dropping. Her perky, round ass was accentuated by wavy, bright red hair that stopped before covering the sexy view. The grey pants she wore were so tight they left little to the imagination. I wanted to be up-close and see her features, but she dashed away with only a “thank you” in response to me opening the door for her.
She must be late for something not to take the time and adequately thank someone. It didn’t piss me off, only made me curious as to who she was and what she was doing zooming through the doorway in such a rush. I could quicken my steps and follow her, but one glance told me I needed to be in my designated classroom pronto. Just as I assessed the situation, the bell rang and students continued traversing through the hallway, rushing to get to the place they needed to be.
I hated being late, and what’s worse than being late, especially when you arrived to work earlier than most people. If I’d not sat in my car for so long, I’d already be situated in my classroom and not barging through the multitude of people trying to get to ‘said’ classroom. Right as I grasped the doorknob of my class, I saw a glimpse of bright red hair out of the corner of my eye. It had to be the same woman. There weren’t many women with such bright hair who worked or even attended this university.
Shaking my head, I opened the door and saw the classroom was almost completely filled. I chalked it up to being fashionably late and tossed my briefcase on the oak desk in front of the blackboard. Each morning I’d draw a symbol or character from a cartoon before class. Today, I haven’t had the chance, so yesterday’s drawing was still on the board. It was a sketched cartoon of Tweety and Sylvester. Even as an adult, I enjoyed cartoons, especially the older ones that brought you back in time.
“Okay, class. Today, I want you to take out your sketchpad and doodle for a bit while I change up the drawing on the blackboard,” I ordered as I grabbed the eraser, “when I’m done, we’ll discuss what’ll be on the end of year exam next week.”
As I mentioned the date of the exam, I caught the eye of the student who’d interrupted my musings at my car window. She hung her head, took out her sketchpad, and followed my directions.
One stroke after another on the blackboard, and my mind still hadn’t eased. The red-headed woman caught my attention, and now I’m curious as to her purpose. Who was she? Why was she here? I had to know, and hopefully, I’d get the chance to find out precisely who she was.
Chapter Two
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Sophie
Shit, shit, shit. I can’t be late. No matter how hard I pressed on the gas to get to college, the piece of crap car wouldn’t go higher than 50 mph. The speed limit was 60 on the interstate, and my vehicle apparently didn’t get the memo. Why I purchased a piece of crap Hyundai twenty years old was beyond me. At the time, I needed a car and look where it got me, almost late to the only job interview I’ve had since originally applying to various colleges.
A few weeks ago, I’d decided to branch out and apply for a position in the music department. I didn’t care what college accepted me; I only wanted the job of my dreams. Two days ago, I’d finally gotten the interview of a lifetime, the only interview, and I accepted. If someone would’ve told me two days ago I’d be late for the interview; I’d laugh in their face. I’d wanted this job ever since I got my Master of Music Education, along with the state certifications necessary for the field. It took many years, but I’d finally completed the requirements, and now here I was late, just like the Hare on Alice in Wonderland.
While obtaining my degree I needed to make a living, so I worked at Tyke’s Daycare on Park Avenue. I worked with the 0-6-month babies. I’m not sure why, but I’ve always loved the smell of baby powder and taking care of people who can’t seem to fend for themselves. And well, babies fit that category. Tyke’s Daycare was perfect for my side job while working on my degree. Music was everything to me, and I wanted to share my love with others just like me.
“Come on, get the hell off the road!” I yelped as I was pulled out of my trance. Slapping my hand harshly against the steering wheel, I glanced at the digital timepiece on my right hand and took note of how close I was to missing the entire interview. My luck was about to run out if I didn’t make it to the college. To top things off, I hated driving so traffic was terrible at every time of day for me.