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Pleasing Mr Sinclair #3

Author: Alexa
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-09 22:44:11

I didn't sleep.

The night was a long, cold stretch of hours where the events of the previous day reeled in my mind, an unwelcome, electric filmstrip that kept replaying behind my eyelids.

It wasn't just the specter of the D-, and the shattering of my Harvard dream. It wasn't solely the panic of desperation clawing through my common sense. It was the fact that I had chosen, willingly, to cross a forbidden, sinful line with my professor...Adrian Sinclair.

I, Cassandra Mondragon, the straight-A student, the model daughter, had traded her academic soul for a taste of the illicit and the promise of a passing grade. And the terrifying thing was, a deep, dark part of me was already addicted.

It felt like a single, agonizing blink, and before I knew it, it was a new day already. My school morning routine, the familiar comfort of structure, took over. I was out of bed by 5, hit the shower, dressed neatly in my navy school skirt, crisp white blouse, and crested blazer. Breakfast was a taste
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