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Harper Ellis had never felt so alive.Two weeks after that first night in Lila’s apartment, Harper was living with her. The move had been casual—no big discussion, no dramatic conversation with her parents back in their small hometown.One text to Lila (“I’m coming over”) and Harper had shown up at the door with a suitcase and a duffel bag full of textbooks she planned to pretend she still needed. Lila had smiled that slow, predatory smile and pulled her inside like she already owned the place.Now Harper woke up every morning to the sound of Lila’s voice in the kitchen, humming along to whatever indie playlist she had on loop. The queen bee’s body was already in the bed beside hers—long blonde hair spilling across the pillow, one toned arm draped possessively over Harper’s waist. Harper lay there for a moment, listening to the steady beat of Lila’s heart under her palm, and felt that familiar rush of something she couldn’t quite name. She was still a virgin in every way that mat

Lila Voss had always been the center of everything.At twenty-two she was the undisputed queen of Oakwood University’s social scene. The campus queen bee. Every party, every club event, every late-night study break, every whispered rumor started or ended with her name. She ruled the sorority house like it was her kingdom, the basketball team like it was her court, and the entire campus like it was her personal stage. Her long blonde hair fell in perfect waves down her back, her green eyes sparkled with calculated mischief, and her body—toned from hours at the gym and sunbathing at the lake—was always on perfect display in tiny skirts and crop tops that left little to the imagination.She had never had to try. People just wanted to be near her.But for the first time in two years, Lila was bored.She lounged on the oversized sectional in the sorority common room, scrolling through her phone with one hand while the other held a half-empty bottle of vodka. Her closest friend and vic

The next morning started like any other, except nothing about it was ordinary.Mom had made coffee and toast at 6:45 a.m., the same way she had for seven years. She moved quietly around the kitchen in her hospital scrubs, avoiding eye contact. Ava sat at the island in nothing but one of Dad’s old button-downs that barely covered her ass, legs crossed, scrolling on her phone with one hand while the other stroked the inside of her thigh. Mia sat beside her sister, wearing fresh leggings and an oversized sweater, but the fabric felt too thin. Every time she shifted, she could still feel the ache between her legs, the sticky residue of Dad’s cum drying on her skin.Dad was already gone for the day. He had left at 7:02 a.m. with a kiss to Mom’s cheek and a final look over his shoulder that made both sisters’ stomachs flip. “I’ll be back at six. We’re going to dinner. Family dinner. No excuses.”Ava had answered with a smile so sweet it made Mia’s skin crawl. “Can’t wait, Dad.”Now Mom

“Tell me you feel it too,” Ava whispered. “Tell me you’ve wanted this since you were fifteen.”Mia’s breath hitched. “I’ve wanted it since I was fourteen. The night he carried me on his shoulders after my first date and I felt him hard against my ass. I hated him then. I hated myself more but I wanted him. I still do.”Ava moaned softly and kissed her. It was different this morning. Mia kissed her back, tasting last night’s kisses still on her sister’s tongue. Ava’s hands slid under Mia’s dress, fingers finding the dampness between her legs.“You’re dripping again,” Ava breathed against her mouth. “I can feel how wet you are for him.”Mia rocked her hips against Ava’s hand. “I want him inside me again. I want him to fuck me while you sit on his face and watch.”Ava’s fingers pushed inside her. Mia gasped, head falling back. “Tell me you want to share.”“I want to share,” Mia whispered. “I want him to come in both of us at the same time. I want him to watch us kiss while he fucks

Morning light spilled through the half-open blinds of Ava’s room, painting thin gold stripes across the tangled sheets and the naked bodies still entwined on the bed. Mia woke first, the way she always did when she needed to be the first to notice danger. Her head throbbed with a dull, pounding ache that had nothing to do with the four shots of vodka she’d downed the night before. Every inch of her skin felt raw and sensitive, especially between her legs. She could still feel Dad’s mouth on her, his fingers inside her, the way he had growled her name like it was the only word he knew.Ava was curled against his chest on the other side, one leg thrown over his thigh, red dress crumpled on the floor beside the bed. Her mouth was open, lips swollen, breathing slow and even. Dad lay in the middle, one arm wrapped around Ava’s waist, the other draped across Mia’s back. His breathing was deeper than theirs, steady and satisfied.Mia tried to slip out from under his arm. His grip tighte

“I’m not—”“You are.” Ava’s hand slid down Mia’s body, palm pressing between her legs. Mia gasped, hips jerking. “Feel how soaked you are for him. For us.”Mia’s head fell back. A moan slipped out before she could stop it. “Ava… we shouldn’t…”Ava kissed her. It was different from any kiss Mia had ever given her sister—fierce, demanding, tongue sliding deep. Mia moaned into it, hands fisting in Ava’s red dress.Dad’s footsteps sounded on the stairs. He didn’t knock. He just opened the door.Both sisters looked at him. Ava’s dress was already pulled up, one hand still between Mia’s legs. Mia’s shorts were pulled aside, fingers inside her. Ava’s fingers were coated.Dad’s eyes were black with hunger. “Good girls,” he said, voice thick. “Come here.”He crossed the room in three strides. One hand cupped Ava’s face and kissed her hard. The other hand found Mia’s jaw and tilted her face up for his kiss. Ava moaned when he touched her again. Mia made a broken sound when he kissed her.“O

The drive to campus felt too long, the seat too warm under me. I kept my eyes on the road, hands gripping the wheel like it was the only thing holding me together. That morning, Derek didn't join us for breakfast. I didn't even bother to ask but deep inside me I was worried.When I finally stood up, I told her I needed to pick up something from my room. She hugged me again, promised to be home for dinner, and waved me off. My heart was still racing the whole way back to the dorms, but I didn’t see him. .My room was quiet when I unlocked the door, still carrying the faint scent of his cologne from last night. I dropped my bag, sat on the edge of the bed, and stared at the wall for a long time. The guilt was louder here, in the quiet. Every time I closed my eyes I saw Ryan’s disappointed face, Sophie’s worried eyes, and the way Derek had looked at me in the master bedroom like I was the only thing that mattered. I hadn’t chosen him in the way I thought I had. I’d chosen the addictio

The front door had barely clicked shut behind Elena before Mom turned to me with that bright, hopeful smile of hers. “Isn’t this wonderful, Cassandra? A proper little routine again. Elena can handle the mornings while I’m in the office, and you won’t have to worry about anything. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a few calls to make before lunch. I’ll see you both at dinner.”She kissed my cheek, gave Derek a quick hug, and disappeared toward her study, heels clicking softly on the marble. The house felt instantly different…lighter, but somehow heavier too. The air still carried the faint trace of Elena’s perfume, something soft and floral that made the whole space feel new and alive in a way that had never existed before.I stood there at the table, fork still in my hand, staring at the untouched yogurt. Derek didn’t move at first. He just sat there, one arm draped casually over the back of his chair, reading the paper like nothing had happened. But I could feel his eyes on me anywa

The morning sun poured through the kitchen windows, painting the white marble countertops in soft gold. My thighs pressed together under the table, not from desire this time, but from the constant ache of guilt that never quite left my body.Mom was pouring coffee, her elegant silk robe loose at the neck. She looked refreshed from her spa day yesterday, hair in a loose ponytail, smiling that soft, trusting smile she always gave me like I was still her little girl.“Cassandra, honey, come sit closer,” she said, sliding a plate of fresh berries and yogurt toward me. “I wanted to talk to you before the day gets too hectic.”I slid into the chair across from her, forcing a polite smile even though my stomach was twisting. Derek was already there, reading the paper with his usual calm control, but I could feel his eyes flicking toward me every few seconds — dark, hungry, possessive. “Mom, what’s up?” I asked, poking at my fruit.She set her coffee down and leaned forward, her voice wa

The drive home from Derek’s office felt longer than usual.I sat in the passenger seat of his car, skirt still slightly wrinkled, the evidence of what we had done only an hour earlier still warm and sticky between my thighs. Derek drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting on my knee in a quiet claim. Neither of us spoke much. The weight of the decision I had made on that campus bench sat between us like a third passenger.I had ended it with Ryan.The words still didn’t feel real. Every time I replayed the conversation…my chest tightened. He had been kind. He had deserved better than a half-truth and a sudden goodbye. Yet the moment Derek had pulled me into his lap and told me I was his now, the guilt had been drowned beneath something stronger and far more dangerous.We pulled into the driveway just as Mom’s car turned the corner. Derek’s hand left my knee instantly. By the time she stepped out of her vehicle we were already walking toward the front door like two people

Monday arrived with the kind of heavy quiet that follows a storm that hasn’t fully broken yet.I woke early, body still marked from the night before…Derek’s fingerprints faint on my hips, the lingering ache between my thighs a private reminder of everything I couldn’t seem to walk away from. The house was still asleep. Mom’s door remained closed. Down the hall, Derek’s side of the bed would be empty already; he always left for the office before sunrise on weekdays.I sat on the edge of my mattress for a long time, phone in hand, staring at the two threads of messages that had come to define my double life.Ryan’s latest sat unanswered from the night before: *Hope you slept well. I had a really good time Saturday. Can’t stop thinking about that kiss.*Derek’s was shorter and far more certain: *We need to talk today, alone. After your last class.*I deleted both notifications without replying and forced myself into the shower. The hot water did nothing to wash away the guilt. Every

The weekend arrived with the weight of everything I had been avoiding.Saturday morning sunlight spilled across my bedroom floor while I sat on the edge of the bed staring at two open messages on my phone. Ryan’s was cheerful and simple*Still on for the movie at 7? I’ll pick you up.* Derek’s was shorter and far more dangerous: *Enjoy your little date. Remember who you come home to.*I typed a confirmation to Ryan and left Derek’s message unanswered. The silence between us felt louder than any argument.Mom was in a good mood at breakfast. She asked about the movie, smiled when I mentioned Ryan’s name, and even offered to make sure the house was quiet when I got back. Derek sat across from her, drinking coffee, the picture of calm. Only the brief, dark look he gave me over the rim of his mug told me how tightly he was holding himself in check.The day dragged. Sophie texted twice asking if I wanted to grab lunch; I declined both times with vague excuses. By late afternoon the guilt

I watched the message like it was written in some language I couldn't understand“Did he just ask you on a date, Aurora?” Ela wiggled. She looked at me waiting for a response.“Maybe he just wants to study during weekends. thought he said three times a week.” I said, trying to hide the awkwardness in my voice. Was he really asking me on a date?The typical bubble showed up again.Professor Howard - There's this new Cafe outside school. Mind if we try it out?“Now this is definitely a date. Aurora!!! This is your chance to be with the sexiest professor in school” Ela’s voice was filled with excitement.“I'm not going. I'll just tell him I'm not free on Saturday.” I took my phone to type a reply when Ela grabbed it from my hand and sent a text.“Why did you do that Ela?” “Because I wouldn't be tolerating you sucking up about Ethan anymore. You should go out with him and you know talk a bit. I'm sure you're gonna love it” Ela nudged my hands and teased.This was actually getting complic

I sat on my bed staring at the dark fabric draped over my chair, Professor Howard’s cologne clinging to every thread. It had been almost twenty-four hours since the cafeteria incident, and the campus gossip group was still exploding. My phone wouldn’t stop vibrating with new notifications.I had three missed calls from Ela (who was currently in a morning lecture) and one very passive-aggressive text from an unknown number that I suspected was Selena.But the worst part? I had to return the jacket today.Our next tutoring session was scheduled for 4 PM sharp, and I had no choice but to face him again.I spent way too long picking an outfit….something professional but not trying too hard. Black jeans and a simple cream blouse. I brushed my hair until it shone, then immediately felt stupid for caring so much. This man had seen me naked. He had heard the sounds I made when…“Stop it, Aurora,” I muttered to myself, pressing my hands to my burning cheeks.By 3:50 PM, I was standing outside

I froze at the door. His words were ringing in my ears. “You remember?” I said rushing back towards him. “Miss Finland,” he said flatly. “Sit.” I dropped into the chair. My legs were already shaking. He stared at me for a long moment before speaking. “Yes, I remember that night. I’m not in the habit of forgetting the women who leave my hotel room without a word.” I winced. “Omg…. I'm so cooked….look, that night was the biggest mistake in my life and I was literally drunk. I didn’t know you’d end up here as my professor.” His jaw clenched. “And I didn’t know the girl who kissed me first at the bar was going to be in my Psychology class. Life doesn’t always give us convenient timing.” I bit my lip, nerves and curiosity mixing dangerously. “When I woke up… you were already at the shower. I didn't want to disturb.” "Disturb? I looked for you" he said." Look for me?" I was slightly surprised."Forget about that" “So… what now?” I asked quietly. “Now,” h

I groaned and threw a pillow at her. “You’re not helping.” Ela caught the pillow and laughed. “Come on, let’s get out of this room. You’ve been stressed since morning. Let's have fresh air around campus and grab ice cream.” I didn’t feel like going anywhere, but staying in the room replaying Professor Howard’s deep voice in my head felt worse. “Fine. But if we see anyone I don’t want to see, we’re turning back immediately.” We stepped out of the hostel fifteen minutes later. The evening sun was milder now, and a light breeze moved through the trees lining the pathway. For the first time since the morning’s shock, I felt my shoulders relax a little. We had barely walked ten minutes toward the central fountain when I froze. Ethan. He was leaning against a bench, laughing with a girl I recognized immediately …..Selena, one of the hottest and most popular girls on campus. She was in a tight crop top and denim shorts, her hand resting possessively on his chest. The same guy

“Aurora, breathe. You’re going to pass out if you keep doing that.” Ela grabbed my arm just outside the lecture hall, pulling me into a quiet corner near the staircase. I kept glancing back toward the door Professor Howard had disappeared through, half expecting him to come storming out and drag me away in front of everyone. “I can’t do this, Ela. That’s ‘him’. The same guy whose bed I ran away from like a thief. And now he’s my professor? What kind of sick joke is the universe playing on me?” My voice came out shaky. I pressed a hand to my chest, trying to calm my racing heart. “He said ‘Miss Finland, in my office now’ like he already owns my entire semester. I’m going to die. Like I'm so dead.” Ela cupped my face with both hands, forcing me to look at her. “Okay, listen to me. You are spiraling. Yes, this is insane. Yes, the odds are ridiculous. But panicking won’t help. Maybe he doesn’t even remember you. It was one drunk night in a random Texas hotel. Hot guys like

I thought my one-night stand with a stranger ended when I slipped out of that hotel room before sunrise. Turns out I was wrong. “Good morning, I’m Professor Howard and I’ll be taking you Psychology from now on.” Those were the only words I heard, and I forgot how to breathe. *** Two weeks earlier… “Finally, my back aches,” Ela exclaimed, dropping her suitcase beside the hotel bed. “Texas heat is no joke. You sure Ethan doesn’t know you’re coming?” I smiled, even though nerves were already twisting in my stomach. “Positive. I wanted to surprise him for his birthday. He said we'd celebrate when we get back to campus but I can't wait that long.” “Okay lovergirl, you better get going before it's too late.” I freshened up quickly, then took a cab to his house. I kept imagining his face when he opened the door…how he’d pull me into his arms, how we’d laugh about me sending him a video of me crying whenever I missed him. But when the door swung open, it wasn’t