Romance: Alien Romance: Having The Kings Baby (A Paranormal Science Fiction Shifter Romance ) (Sci-fi Alien Invasion Abduction Romance)

by Riley Forrest

  I adjusted the books in my hand when I felt my phone buzzed in my pocket. I slid my hand down and reached inside my pocket. “Hello?” I said, as soon as I’ve pressed the answer button. I didn’t even bother looking at the caller ID. Oh, well.

  “Hey, Jane. You at school already?” My best friend, Nicola, asked.

  “Yeah,” I gave a nod. “I’m here already. Are you coming in early today? Where did you want to meet?”

  “Yeah, I need to study for our chemistry quiz. Do you think you can meet me in front of the school?” Nicola asked.

  “Sure thing,” I said.

  We ended the call and I made my way back to the empty corridor again. I hadn’t realized that I had stopped at my chemistry classroom. Shaking my head, I turned to go to meet up with my best friend. Just before I could turn to the left, the chemistry classroom door opened, and I turned to see my chemistry teacher walking out.

  I watched silently as he fixed the black-rimmed glasses on the perch of his nose. He was looking down at the book he had in his hands. It must be a chemistry book, I thought, as I continued to watch. I knew that I should’ve looked away. But I found myself unable to. Seeing him had me captivated. Like it always does whenever he was around me.

  Suddenly, he looked up and he saw me. Our eyes connected and I found myself staring into his deep, light blue eyes. An instant spark passed between us that made me step back in shock. He must have felt it, too, for he blinked. Continuously before he gave his head a shake. Then, he looked back at me again.

  I tore my gaze away before I could do something stupid. Like, oh, say, “I love you,” without me realizing it. I wasn’t in love with him. Or perhaps, I was a little. What I felt for him was merely a crush. A puppy love that would not grow into something more. How could it be when my chemistry teacher doesn’t even pay attention to me?

  Sighing, I shook my head and continued to walk along the empty hallway. I didn’t hear the pounding of feet. Which gave me the idea that Greg Hudson would never come after me. What a waste of your time, a voice inside my head say.

  “Hey, over here!” I heard a familiar voice that had me looking up. Nicola was waving me over, frantically. She was waiting under the school’s shade, holding onto her books, as well.

  “Hey,” I smiled, as I sauntered over.

  “Did you wait long?”

  She shook her head, sending blonde hair everywhere. “No, not really. I saw our chemistry teacher come out just now.” She stated with a glint in her eyes.

  I looked around, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. But nothing. “Really? Where did you see him go?”

  Nicola threw her head back and let out a bark of laughter. “I was just messing with you! I didn’t really see him go out this way. I would have figured he’s inside already.”

  “That’s not funny,” I told her with a scowl. “But I did see him inside. I ran into him while I was on my way to meet you.” Running into him was a bit of an understatement.

  “You ran into him?” Nicola asked as we began to head inside.

  “Well, not exactly ran into him.” I said, honestly. “I saw him coming out of his classroom. I didn’t even say good morning.”

  “Why didn’t you?” my best friend asked, with a frown.

  “I don’t know,” I said. “I got surprised, is all.” That must be why. Explains why he was just as surprised himself, I thought.

  “Come on. Nothing happened between you two? Not even a spark of passion or something?” she pressed. Nicola was a romance writer and uses words like ‘spark of passion’ every time that I mentioned Greg’s name. Our chemistry professor.

  “Well, there was a spark.” I said, honestly. “But I wasn’t exactly sure what it was.”

  “Probably a spark of passion,” Nicola teased as she nudged me.

  I glared at her. “No, it’s not. And can you please stop saying ‘spark of passion’? Reminds me of those cheesy romantic movies.”

  “You gotta admit you like ‘em too,” Nicola pointed out.

  I rolled my eyes as we headed into our first period class. Chemistry. My stomach flipped over just thinking about seeing Greg once again. I didn’t know if I had the guts to face him right now.

  What if that familiar spark happens between us again? In front of a lot of people. No one knew the secret torch I had for Greg, and I would like for it to stay that way.

  “I don’t know if I could go to our first period,” I told Nicola as we neared the classroom.

  She turned to me. “What? What do you mean? You have to, Jane. You can’t choose this day to cut classes. Today’s important. We’ve got out quiz remember?”

  “Of course,” I nodded. “But Greg will be there! We’ll both be reminded by what had happened earlier today.”

  “So?”

  “So, that means things might get awkward. That’s the last thing I want right now. Besides, how am I supposed to look him in the eyes now?”

  “You look at him, but you don’t have to in the eyes. Though, that would be very weird and suspicious.”

  “You think?” I asked.

  “Of course. Don’t you think so, too?”

  “Well, yeah.” I nodded. “Oh, you know what? Nevermind. Let’s just not talk about what happened earlier today. It makes me want to run the opposite direction, screaming my lungs off.”

  “Please don’t,” Nicola pleaded.

  We walked into the classroom to find it not nearly as empty as we thought it would be. There were at least ten students already in their seats. Their heads buried deep in their books. Probably reading through the notes we were given last week. Which reminded me how important this quiz was. I needed to pass this so that I could graduate. Otherwise, I’d be back in this school and working on the same thing. Not a fun thing to think about, to be honest.

  “I better pass this,” I muttered under my breath.

  We headed over to our seats just as Greg walked in. I watched with my breath on hold, as he walked in with the same books he had earlier. He was just as breathtaking as before.

  “He’s here,” Nicola whispered to me. As if I hadn’t already seen him. I looked down at my notes, not wanting to seem really obvious. After a few seconds passed by, I lifted my head and stared at my chemistry teacher. He was now discussing something that I wasn’t exactly sure of. I was too focused on the way he moved around. His movements were sleek and sophisticated. Like he was floating on water.

  My eyes drifted down at his ass. They looked nice and firm. Not to mention that they were also rounded. It was as if the pair were made to hold on to while he thrust in deep. A deep wet pooling between my legs had me clenching my thighs together. I wondered what he would feel like with his big cock buried inside my tight heat. Would he be as amazing as I had imagined him to be?

  “Miss. Jones,” someone called my name.

  I blinked. Realizing that a familiar deep voice was calling my name, I looked up and found my teacher staring at me. Our eyes met once again. Electricity shot down my spine and I found myself unable to look away. Shit.

  “Y-yes?” I stammered, stupidly.

  “Did you hear what I had just said?” he asked.

  I felt my cheeks blaze in heat when I shook my head. “Uh, no, Mr. Hudson.”

  My answer seemed to have displeased him, for his lips thinned. “Please pay attention, Miss. Jones. This is an important lesson to listen to. I suggest you focus and get your eyes to look straight forward. Not anywhere else.”

  I was blushing madly now. I bit my lip, feeling tears of embarrassment in the back of my eyes. I wasn’t meant to get caught, but unfortunately for me, I did.

  “Come on. You can have my notes for this,” Nicola nudged me and brought her notebook to me. I didn’t even realize he was making us take notes. Double fuck.

  I spent the next few minutes paying attention while I copied down the notes Nicola had taken for the both of us. I didn’t know what I would have done if my best friend weren’t with me. I would probably have failed a few pape
r if she hadn’t lent me her notes.

  “You alright?” Nicola whispered as ten minutes dragged by.

  I nodded. I was still embarrassed which made it even harder for me to look back at Greg. I couldn’t blame myself for looking. He was a handsome man. Someone I could find myself being together with. But since we could never be with our position in this school. I figured that I would just settle for a daydream and keep my fantasies to myself.

  “I’m fine, don’t worry.” I told my best friend, smiling for the sake of it.

  “You sure?”

  I nodded with a smile.

  The lesson finished and the bell rang. I sat on my seat as the teacher told us to move away from one another. The table I shared with Nicola was big enough for us to still sit together. But the massive space remained between us, giving us both a fair view of one another.

  “Good luck,” Nicola cheered on with a grin.

  I gave her a sickly grin and swallowed. I could do this, I thought, as Greg walked toward us. He was holding onto the piece of paper we had to work on. He placed a paper on Nicola’s side before he laid one to mine. He didn’t speak but I felt his stare bore into me. I kept my head low and went through the notes I had just read.

  “You may begin,” Greg declared.

  I turned the paper and looked over at the questions. They were familiar and something I could answer, easily. We had one hour to work on this and were told not to rush. So, I didn’t.

  By the time first period ended, I was confident that I would pass through this. Everyone filed for the door and I finished packing up. I was so close to the door when Greg called me over.

  Shit.

  Chapter Two

  “Miss. Jones,” Greg repeated.

  I closed my eyes and turned around. He was looking through the quiz we had just done. Have I failed already?

  “Yes?” I answered.

  “Please close the door,” he ordered.

  In spite of my heart hammering against my chest, I whirled back around and closed the door behind me. My knees were shaking right now. I didn’t know why but I had a feeling that this might not be good. Not at all.

  “Is there something you want to discuss with me?” I asked in a small voice.

  He hadn’t looked up when he answered. “Yes, actually.”

  I waited for him to say what he wanted. “Well?”

  “Looking at your quiz paper right now, Miss. Jones, I must say that you’ve got a lot more studying to do. These next few months will pass by so quickly you won’t even realize it.”

  “Are you saying I failed?” I asked as my heart pounded against my chest.

  I breathed in relief when he gave his head a shake. “No. You did not fail, Miss. Jones. As far as I can tell. I haven’t gone through the whole paper, yet.”

  I guessed I was back to square one again.

  “I’ll do better,” I told him with a promise.

  He looked me straight in the eyes. The familiar jolt of electricity shot down my spine. But I ignored it. This wasn’t the time to feel aroused as his gaze continued to bore into mine. My eyes drifted to his lips as they moved.

  “You have to do better the next time, Miss. Jones. I suggest you stay after school to go through the lessons we’ve gone through together. I’m expecting you to be here at four o’ clock. Sharp.”

  I gave a little shudder at hearing the command in his voice. In spite of this, I still managed to give him a nod. “You’re dismissed,” he said. I turned on my heels and walked out the door.

  It was weird having him order me around. I have never had anyone do that before. Not even my parents had dared to boss me around like what Greg had just done. But then again, if I wanted to pass high school and go to college, I knew I have to pull up my big girl panties and focus. Otherwise, I wouldn’t graduate.

  The day dragged on and I found myself contemplating what Greg and I would go through after school. I had my notes in my bag and some of the hand-out sheets he gave us earlier in the semester. Which should give me enough information to answer him, if he does so much as throw questions my way. During break time, I made sure to look the notes and read through them. Nicola had looked at me like I had grown two pairs of horns on my forehead.

  “Why are you reading your notes?” she asked, as she took a sip of her orange juice.

  “I have to stop by at our chemistry class after school. Greg’s making me since my record’s not looking so good.”

  “Did you fail the quiz?”

  I shrugged. “I don’t know.”

  “Did he say?”

  “Well, he just said that if I want to pass chemistry this year, I have to work really hard and meet him after school.”

  “Oh.”

  “Yeah,” I said. “I’m reading through my notes right now because I want to be prepared, in case he throws questions my way.”

  “Good luck.”

  ***

  As soon as the bell rang, I grabbed my stuff and headed out the door. There were a crowd of student mingling around the hallway. I couldn’t see who some were since the back of their heads were turned my way. A student was probably creating chaos once again. Normally, they were boys and headed to their afternoon football practice. But before they could even reach the field, one had to make a scene and draw out people’s attention. In the name of fame and popularity.

  It was ridiculous, really.

  Rolling my eyes, I walked past them and headed down the hallway to go to my chemistry classroom. The door was locked when I reached it. So, I tapped twice on the door. A few seconds passed by before I heard the scratching of wood against wood. The door swung open and my teacher stood before me.

  “Miss. Jones,” Greg greeted.

  “Hey, Mr. Hudson.” I greeted, cheerfully as I walked past him.

  “Your late,” he said.

  I turned around in surprise. “No, I’m not.” I said with a frown on my forehead. “It’s after school already.”

  “It’s five past four, Miss. Jones.” My teacher reminded me. I looked up at the clock and saw that he was right. What did it matter, though? I wasn’t obligated to come on time. Besides, it takes five minutes to get to his class.

  “I’m only five minutes late,” I pointed out. “Besides, it takes me a little while to get to class. I have to walk down the stairs and make my way here.”

  “You’ve got a lot of excuses, huh?” Greg observed.

  I ducked my head, hiding the blush that appeared on my cheeks. “They’re just the truth.”

  “Take a seat, Miss. Jones.” He pointed at my seat. I obliged without hesitation and sat down. I pulled out my notes and hand-out sheets, waiting for him to throw questions at me like I had expected him to. For once in my life, I wanted to prove Greg wrong. I was a dedicated student. I had always aimed for straight A’s and made sure that my grades didn’t go past B. I was that good of a student. Or so, I liked to think.

  “You don’t need those,” he said.

  “What?” I blinked, then looked down at my stuff. “These?”

  Greg nodded.

  “Why?” I asked.

  “What we’re about to do is more of a practical. No notes or anything needed,” he said.

  Frowning, I placed my stuff back into my bag and waited for him to tell me what to do. A few moments passed by and he beckoned me out of my seat. What is he doing, I wondered, silently. He made me sit down and now he wanted me to stand up?

  Pushing the thought aside, I stood and walked over to him. Just as he had expected me to. Once I was standing before him, he handed me a black marker and gestured behind him, and toward the white board.

  “List down all the elements we’ve talked about last week,” Greg instructed. Nodding, I began listing down the elements I could think of at the top of my head. Halfway into the list, I paused to come up with the rest. Nothing was sticking to me right now when I felt his presence behind me. I squashed down the urge to step away from him. But managed to prevent myself from doing so. The last
thing I wanted was to give him the satisfaction and sense that he affected me. Which was true, but he didn’t have to know that.

  “Stuck, Miss. Jones?” he whispered into my ear.

  I didn’t bother stopping myself from shivering this time. “Y-yes,” I stammered.

  “Did you need a hand remembering them?”

  “Yes,” I breathed.

  Suddenly, his hand landed on the middle of my back. I sucked in a breath as if he had touched me somewhere else private. I wanted him to touch me on somewhere private. All thoughts were wiped from my mind when his hand came up my shoulder blade; his fingers curling around them as he gave me a gentle squeeze. That felt nice.

  “You’re needing to think five more elements, Miss. Jones.”

  “I-I can see t-that,” I stuttered.

  His hand was burning through my flesh and I squirmed. I placed my weight onto my other foot, as if I was walking on hot coals. “You’ve spelt this one wrong, Miss. Jones.” He pointed at the first word and took the marker from me. He fixed it immediately before he handed it back to me.

  I bit down on my lip when I felt him stand even closer to me. He was so close I could breathe in a lungful of his manly perfume. The scent made my head reel.

  “Greg.” His first name rolled off my tongue so easily. I was growing intoxicated in his scent. I felt myself lean forward, wanting to breathe him in even more. I gasped in surprise when his hand lowered down, and cupped my ass. I jumped up in the air.

  I stared at him with wide, shocked eyes. “What are you doing?”

  He smirked. “Don’t pretend now, Miss. Jones. I know you can feel what I can feel, too. You don’t have to deny it.”

  I swallowed, feeling my heartrate picked up. “What are you saying?”

  He threw his head back and let out a chuckle. “I’ve seen the way you look at me, Jane. You can’t deny the fact that you want me.”

  He knew? He had known all along.

  I opened my mouth to deny that fact when he turned me around, and pressed me hard against the white board. A gasp left me. I looked up to find his eyes burning hotly into mine. I felt the heat of his gaze in between my legs. I clenched my thighs. But a deep wet pooling had emerged from my pussy.