Contracted: My One-Night Stand Happened to be My Professor

You know those tropes you love? Fake dating. Forbidden romance. One-night stand that comes back to bite you. Yeah. That's my life now. My ex cheated. I got drunk. I found the most beautiful man in the bar and asked him to erase my memory with his dick. One night. No names. No strings. Then I walked into my first class. And guess who's standing at the front of the room? My professor. Cold. Untouchable. The man who fucked me until I forgot my own name. Now he's pretending I don't exist. Until he shows up with a contract. Ten million dollars. A year of playing his fake fiancée. Separate rooms, he says. Professional, he says. Living together. Attending galas with his hand on my lower back. Playing the perfect couple while the tension between us is thick enough to choke on. We're supposed to keep our hands to ourselves. We're not very good at following rules. His family wants me gone. Everyone thinks I'm a gold digger. But when they try to buy me off, I don't take the money. Because he looks at his father and says, "I'll walk away from everything. I don't want your company. I want her." That's when I knew. This isn't just a contract anymore. This is real. This is reckless. This is ours. So if you want to watch a cold, controlled man burn his entire world down for the woman he never expected to love... Flip the page. I dare you to resist him. I couldn't.