Chapter 13

Sir Killian Kingsley the man who is misjudged with different rumors about him and he wasn't even aware of that but even if he doesn't know the rumors, he knows the truth and that's what matters the most to him. He is quite the opposite of what the students think of him and with a powerful and grumpy behavior, he will make sure that those students will be scared of him and treat him with respect.

He hasn't been teaching in the prestigious school because he was, in fact, a professor in a prestigious and top college in the country. He was balancing his new work and his old work because they wouldn't let him go, not because they care for him but because they needed him to keep all the students, nicely in order as they were all scared of him even if everyone finds him handsome.

"For the last time, Mr. Coleman, I am no longer interested in teaching here, don't you think I know your true intentions for keeping me here? I know all of it ever since I first taught here, I'm not a fool." Killian told his boss while looking at him with a bored look, losing interest in talking with the old man.

Mr. Coleman's eyes widened and that made Killian smirk and chuckled darkly at him. "Nevertheless...I want to keep you here and that's final. We can raise your salary 3 times higher than what they promised you there!"

"No, it's not final and I think you're mistaken. They are willing to pay me 5 times higher than what you pay me here and I'm sure you don't have enough money for a high salary." Killian smirked wider. "You're fucking broke aren't you? Don't you think that I didn't know that? How you wasted all of your precious money in a casino that you'll never ever going to win? How absurd you are? You have mistaken me once again, Mr. Coleman, you don't know me well enough so don't try to test my patience."

Mr. Coleman's face got red in anger even his double chin got red like a tomato, feeling so done with the bold and insolent mouth of Killian who everyone has pretended to not be bothered with it. He was so intelligent and he feels like he's the king of the world by knowing most of the big secrets of everyone who thinks they can do whatever they want to do with him. He blackmails them and they do whatever he wants, that's why even his boss got scared of him.

"Listen here you little shit! I have enough of your audacity! Don't you know who I am?!" He shouted at him, making all of those who are outside of his office startled and they even got more interested in what's happening inside.

Killian only looked at him with sleepy eyes while yawning. "Oh, I know exactly who you are, Mr. Coleman, that's why I know about your idiocy. You listen to me." He stands up and fixes his sleeves, rolling them up, flexing his muscular biceps, and then he looked at him with serious, dark eyes. Walking towards him and that made the fat Mr. Coleman be intimidated by him especially after Killian trapped him in the wall, knowing exactly that Mr. Coleman is attracted to the same gender and he is using that as an advantage more.

"We don't want to tell people that you have no money and that all of your 'power' is gone, do we now? Especially when I have proof." He told him while smirking once again and then he leaned to his ear, making Mr. Coleman's body shake from being frightened at the man that's a lot of years younger than him and more attractive than he ever is. "And we don't want to reveal your true sexuality, right? How masculine and younger men make you submissive and..." He glanced down at Mr.Coleman's pants that are incredibly tight from being too intimidated and excited then he raised his brow while looking directly into his eyes that are ugly to Killian. "Do I need to say more?" He smirked and he moved away from him, feeling so disgusted that he even let himself be that near from him so he brushes his dress shirt with a disgusted look.

Mr. Coleman is extremely intimidated and terrified of him especially since Killian has proof and he knows about his sexuality so he looks at him, speechless with widened eyes.

After Killian is finished brushing his shirt, he looked up at Mr. Coleman with a bored look. "I need to attend other more important matters but I'm sure you have made up your mind from trying to keep me here and persuade me to stay here." He picks his things on the table. "I must go now. Please enjoy your troubled mind."

He leaves the room without looking back and leaving Mr. Coleman still against the wall with widen eyes and a shocked look. Killian closes the door behind him and the others who were trying to listen to the rest of their conversation quickly acted like they're too busy for gossip.

"Have any of you got alcohol or hand sanitizer?" He asks them and the secretary nodded.

"What for?" The secretary asked but she immediately regretted it. Killian only accepted the alcohol that she had and he poured it on his hands, rubbing his hands together and putting it all over his body.

"My whole body's filled with disgusting dust and germs." He told them. "You need to clean this university well."

Then he leaves, not bothering to give back the alcohol to the secretary.

While he walks, students and the other professors are horrified from his powerful and scary aura but he didn't give a shit about them. They all greeted him and he just ignored them, feeling too mad to even greet them back as he usually does. He just goes straight into his car and when he got there he sighed, feeling so relieved that he is gone out of that toxic place.

He has nothing against the sexuality of people but he's against people in general. He likes being powerful and intimidating.

And what makes him even madder is when he heard the name of the student that he decided to help. He doesn't even know why he is very familiar with that name even though he's certain that he doesn't know her or even heard her name before. It affects his mind and that made him feel madder but he doesn't regret helping the student just as long as she's going to stay intelligent and a good student.

His phone rings and he has no intention in answering it but he saw that it's from where he's going to teach so he answered it with an irritated sigh.

"Sir Killian Kingsley?" The other line asked.

"Yes now, what do you need?" He snapped feeling so irritated at the woman who is stupid for asking him if he's Killian Kingsley when he was the one who gave his number directly to the secretary.

"Sir, we need the payment for Layla's tuition fee. Can you perhaps send the check now? That'll be-"

"I'll send it later and you don't need to remind me how much is it." He cuts her off while rubbing his forehead.

"O-oh, okay. Uh, goodbye, sir." Killian ended the call and started his car's engine. Before he can go home he needs to go to the bank then he'll sleep peacefully in the beloved home that he owns.

When he finally got home, he took off his shoes and clothes, leaving him only with his boxers then he slumped on his bed after he put his dirty clothes in the laundry bin. He decided to take a nap first then he'll take a shower later then prepare his lessons to teach.

While he sleeps he dreams again of the same girl that he always dreams of but it doesn't show her face, just blurry images of them being together.

"Love, I can risk everything for you even myself." He told the girl while they're walking in the muddy dark streets that got dirty from the rain while holding her hand and rubbing her hand so delicately.

"Shh. Don't say that, I don't want you to risk yourself for me more than you have already had." She told him with her soft and caring voice.

"I am willing to just keep you safe. I...I think I love you." He confessed but the girl covered his mouth with her hand, letting go of his gentle grasp.

"Don't say that. I know, me too. But we're in danger." Her hand got slipped away from his lips when someone pulled her but he couldn't see who pulled her away from him.

"Love? Love! Where are you?! Answer me!" He looked around the dark streets but he couldn't see her and he panicked with widened blurry eyes.

"Love...come back to me." He whispered, weakly then Killian wakes up while his toned broad chest and forehead are sweaty from having a bad dream that he once again had.

He sits up from his bed and held his aching heart, feeling it beating loudly and fast. He doesn't even know why he keeps on dreaming different scenarios of that girl that's completely unknown to him but he knows for a fact that it's all just a dream and it doesn't mean anything at all.

He ruffled his hair and he got up from his bed while stretching his arms and body. After a few minutes of stretching and staring out of the large window with the sky so dark and cloudy, he takes off his remaining clothes and goes inside his bathroom doing his own business there, peacefully, taking away the troubles in his mind.