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Troublemaker Meets The Four Hottie Professors
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5 Chapters
Chapter 6 Unexpected Wild Night img
Chapter 7 I Want You Inside Me, Mr. Tutor img
Chapter 8 A Problem Mateo Didn't Need to Solve img
Chapter 9 I Care About Her img
Chapter 10 Bad Day img
Chapter 11 File For An Annulment img
Chapter 12 Secret Crush img
Chapter 13 When Two Tongues Meet (Almost) img
Chapter 14 Twenty-Four-Year-Old Grandpa Axel img
Chapter 15 S*x Fantasies img
Chapter 16 That Look Says Jealous img
Chapter 17 The Mentor Draws a HARD Line img
Chapter 18 A Halftime Confession Shocks the Crowd img
Chapter 19 Axel's Girlfriend img
Chapter 20 A Taste of Daddy Issues img
Chapter 21 A Deal with Four Devils img
Chapter 22 You taste so good, Cheska img
Chapter 23 Cheska's Dark Confession img
Chapter 24 Virgin Problems img
Chapter 25 Scandalous Car Scene img
Chapter 26 Insecure Visitors img
Chapter 27 Insecurities img
Chapter 28 Assigned to Mr. img
Chapter 29 The Prom-posal img
Chapter 30 The Race for Cheska img
Chapter 31 The Life Stolen From Him img
Chapter 32 When the Music Stops, the Predators Start img
Chapter 33 Teacher's Pet or Just a Passing Grade img
Chapter 34 The Scent of Him in the Dark img
Chapter 35 Virginity as a Victory Lap img
Chapter 36 Toxic Phone Call img
Chapter 37 Reverse Harem Idea img
Chapter 38 He Caught Us on the Desk ! Mr. Rivera's Shocking Entrance img
Chapter 39 The Twisted Game We Played While Her Boyfriend Was in the Next Room img
Chapter 40 Faking It img
Chapter 41 Our Virgin Student Just Exposed All Our Dirty Secrets img
Chapter 42 The School Scandal No One Saw Coming! img
Chapter 43 He Lasted 2 Seconds ! img
Chapter 44 Accused of Cheating! Does Kier Know About the Four Other Men img
Chapter 45 Not a Convenient Fuck img
Chapter 46 I'm Choosing All of You img
Chapter 47 From IT Girl to Instant Stepmom img
Chapter 48 Oliver's Forbidden Punishment img
Chapter 49 First Time Swallow img
Chapter 50 Friendship Over img
Chapter 51 No Bra, No Problem img
Chapter 52 I Never F*cked Her on This Bed! img
Chapter 53 Mouth-to-Mouth Bourbon img
Chapter 54 What Happens When She Turns Possessive img
Chapter 55 My Dad's Fiancée Knows My Dirty Little Secrets! img
Chapter 56 Oliver Claims What's His While Georgia's Not Looking img
Chapter 57 The Harem is Leaking img
Chapter 58 Bet You Can't Keep a Straight Face img
Chapter 59 Needy Brat img
Chapter 60 Oliver Uses Ice to Make Cheska Lose Her Mind img
Chapter 61 The Growing Wall Between Mateo and Cheska img
Chapter 62 Cheska's Desperate Lie to Her Dad img
Chapter 63 Beg Me To Let You img
Chapter 64 The guest nobody invited img
Chapter 65 I want to date your daughter... all four of us img
Chapter 66 The Group Chat is LEAKING img
Chapter 67 Sneaking a Broken Boy Into My Dad's House Tonight img
Chapter 68 I Told Him I'm Dating 4 Men img
Chapter 69 He Ghosted Me img
Chapter 70 I Humiliated Ms. Adams in Front of the Whole Class img
Chapter 71 Who was he really with tonight img
Chapter 72 The Secret Tattoos img
Chapter 73 We're Nothing But Trouble img
Chapter 74 Sneaking Out for a 'Quickie' img
Chapter 75 Why Damian Isn't Letting Her Go to Axel Just Yet img
Chapter 76 Kier on His Knees img
Chapter 77 He Came Home Early for a 'Surprise' img
Chapter 78 Caught in the act! img
Chapter 79 $500 BETS img
Chapter 80 Ten Years of Lies img
Chapter 81 I Watched My Men Get Creamed img
Chapter 82 We Found a Kinky Dungeon img
Chapter 83 Axel's 'Single Bachelor' Interview Broke Me img
Chapter 84 I Found the Marriage License img
Chapter 85 I'm Just the Other Woman img
Chapter 86 She Came for Liam, Not for Me img
Chapter 87 Cheska Just Became Someone's Flag Girl img
Chapter 88 Now I Can't Unread the Truth img
Chapter 89 Miss My Boyfriend While Hating Him img
Chapter 90 I Got Kidnapped by a Racer img
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Chapter 5 Clashing With The Four

Cheska

Friday finally arrived. This week has been a slow, agonizing crawl, and I feel like I've aged a month in five days.

"Ms. Vega!"

I turn to find Mr. Serrano staring at me. He looks like he's been sucking on lemons all morning. "Did you read the book I assigned?"

Book? What book? I search my brain, but it's a total blank.

"Uh, no. I didn't know there was a reading assignment," I stammer.

The classroom goes dead silent. Every head turns in my direction. Kai slips in through the door right then, late as usual, but Serrano doesn't even blink in his direction. All his fire is aimed at me.

"Are you telling me," he says, his voice dropping to a dangerous level, "that you didn't pick up the copy of Noli Me Tángere from the library on Wednesday?"

I shake my head. "I didn't know we needed it yet. I thought we were focusing on the other text first." I pull the wrong book from my bag to show him, hoping it proves I at least tried.

"So you thought I'd let you off easy?" he asks, his voice thick with sarcasm.

"No, Sir. I just meant-"

"Enough. Grab a pass from my desk, go to the library, and get that book. If you walk back into this room without it, it's an automatic F."

He points a finger toward his desk. I scramble to pack my things, my face hot with a mix of shame and rage. Kai starts to stand up to follow me, but Serrano cuts him off before he can even get vertical.

"Mr. Valencia, where do you think you're going?"

"I was just going to help her, Sir," Kai says, looking caught.

"Since when are you her bodyguard?" Serrano snaps. "Do you think she's incapable of walking to the library alone?"

Kai rubs the back of his neck, looking down at his desk. I feel the sting of his embarrassment for him. It's a cheap shot.

"Sit down. She can handle it."

"Yes, Sir. Sorry," Kai mutters. He catches my eye and mouths a quick apology.

"Ms. Vega, are you waiting for an invitation?"

I grab the pass and bolt out of the room before I say something that gets me expelled. I intentionally slow my pace as I hit the hallway, my heels clicking against the linoleum. That man is obsessed with making me miserable.

When I reach the library, the air is still and smells of old paper. The librarian looks up from her computer. "Pass, please."

I slide it over. "I need a copy of Noli Me Tángere."

"Only one left. Back wall, right corner. Good luck," she says without looking up.

I spend ten minutes weaving through the tall shelves. I finally find it tucked away on the fifth shelf. Of course. It's way above my head. I go up on my tiptoes, stretching my fingers until they just graze the spine. I give it one more desperate reach, my balance shifting.

Then, my foot slips.

I squeeze my eyes shut, bracing for the hard impact of the floor. But instead of cold tile, I hit something warm and solid. Two strong arms wrap around my waist, steadying me.

I open my eyes and find myself staring at a stranger. He has dark brown hair and eyes so soft they look like silk. He looks like he walked off a runway in London.

He is, without a doubt, more stunning than Damian.

"Thanks," I whisper, my voice catching in my throat. He helps me stand, but his hands linger on my waist for a second too long, sending a jolt of heat through my sweater.

"You almost had a nasty fall there," he says. His voice is deep and calm, but it's the accent that kills me. British. Crisp. Smooth.

"Yeah. Thanks again," I say, looking down to hide my blush. I notice a tattoo peeking out from under his sleeve. Since when were those allowed on campus?

"Be careful next time, love," he says, his lips pulling into a smirk as he hands me the book.

Love. My brain short-circuits. Before I can ask his name or if he's a transfer student, the bell rings, signaling the end of the period.

"Anyway, I'll go now. Catch you later," he says, turning on his heel.

I stand there like a statue, clutching the book to my chest. I stay frozen for a few seconds before I shake myself out of it. I walk back to the librarian to check out the book, my head spinning.

"Do you know who that was? The guy who just left?" I ask.

She frowns, thinking. "The tall one? No idea. Never seen him before. But he had a visitor pass on his jacket."

A visitor. Great. The best-looking man I've ever seen, and he doesn't even go here.

I realize I'm late for the next transition, so I take my time walking back to Serrano's room. If I'm already in trouble, there's no point in rushing.

When I walk back in, Serrano is already at the board. He doesn't even let me sit down. "Why are you always late, Ms. Vega?"

I sigh, leaning against the doorframe. "Only one copy left, Sir. It took a while to find."

"You always have an excuse."

I feel the heat rising in my neck. I'm about to snap back, but he waves me off. "Just go to your next class. You're late for that, too."

"Yes, Sir," I say, biting my tongue so hard it tastes like iron.

I walk out and slam the door a little harder than necessary. "Asshole," I mutter to the empty hallway.

But as I walk away, I'm not thinking about Serrano. I'm thinking about the way those arms felt around my waist and the sound of that British accent calling me love.

...

By the time my last class ended, my soul felt like it had been put through a paper shredder. I was hollow. All I wanted was to crawl into bed and let the world disappear.

But the universe wasn't done with me yet.

"Cheska!"

I turned to see Miss Reina, my art teacher, waving me over. I dragged my feet toward her.

"Mr. Delmar wants to see you. He's waiting in the teachers' office."

My heart did a traitorous little flip. I remembered the last time we were alone. I remembered the heat of his gaze and that smirk that made my blood boil. Maybe he missed me. Maybe he couldn't stop thinking about the way I tasted at the bar.

"Okay," I said, trying to keep my voice steady despite the flutter in my chest.

I walked into the office, expecting a private moment, but the air turned to lead the second I stepped inside. Damian was there, but so was Mr. Serrano.

Great. As if this day couldn't get any worse.

"Sir? You asked for me?" I asked, my voice tight with irritation.

Damian nodded. He looked professional, cold, and utterly distant. "Yes. We need to discuss your recent assignments."

He slid a paper across the desk. I looked down at the red marks scarring the page. "You have too many errors, Cheska. If this keeps up, you're going to fail my class before the first month is over."

I felt the heat crawl up my neck. My cheeks burned with a shame so sharp it felt like a physical sting.

"And my concern," Mr. Serrano cut in, sliding an essay toward me, "is that this isn't getting better. This is your second time taking my class, and you're on track to fail again."

It felt like a bucket of ice water had been dumped over my head. I didn't know whether to scream or cry. I bit my lip hard, trying to keep the sob trapped in my throat, but a shaky breath escaped me anyway.

"I'm sorry," I whispered. I tried to blink back the tears, but they were already blurring my vision. "I didn't realize it was this bad."

"We're worried about you, Cheska," Damian said. His voice was softer now, almost gentle, which somehow made it hurt more. "That's why I called you here."

The door opened behind me. I turned around and froze.

It was him. The guy from the library. The one with the British accent and the arms that felt like a sanctuary.

"This is Mr. Velasco," Mr. Serrano announced. "We've brought him in to be your tutor."

My brain short-circuited. "Tutor? You assigned a tutor for me?"

They both nodded, their faces grim and serious.

Something inside me snapped. I didn't cry. Instead, I started to laugh. It was a jagged, hysterical sound that echoed off the office walls. I dropped the failing papers onto the desk and shook my head, my eyes bright with a mix of fury and disbelief.

"No thanks," I said, my voice dripping with ice. I had tried tutors before. None of them could fix what was wrong with me.

"I don't need a tutor. It doesn't work for me. I'll study on my own. Thanks for the offer."

"Cheska, we're doing this to help you. We want you to-" Damian started, but I cut him off.

"No! You're doing this because you pity me," I snapped.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mr. Rivera walk past the window and enter the office. Now all four of them were here. The Dean, the Professor, the Teacher, and the Tutor. It felt like a goddamn ambush.

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