Falling For Professor Eric

SOPHIA'S POV:“Sophia!” My aunt called out and I quickly moved to the mirror.“Auntie, I’m almost ready!” I yelled back as I leaned forward, adjusting the neckline of my white top and running my fingers through my curls.My aunt’s voice floated up the stairs again, sharp as ever. “Sophia! You are going to be late for the airport!”“I said I’m coming!” I grabbed my handbag from the edge of the bed, then paused, scanning the room.My eyes darted over the vanity, the nightstand, the small stack of books I’d decided not to bring. My suitcase was already downstairs; my cousin had hauled it there an hour ago. And everything from my clothes, laptop, chargers, and toiletries were all carefully folded and packed.I mentally ticked through the list one more time. ‘Okay, I had everything.’“Alright,” I murmured to myself, taking one last look at the room that had been mine for the past few years. “Time to go.”When I stepped out and headed toward the dining hall, the smell of toast and scrambled

SOPHIA'S POV: When I transferred to Moonland University, I promised myself that I was going to have fun with Maxwell, and make new memories together. But Maxwell is out of my life now and, hopefully soon, out of my head.So I made a new promise to myself that he wasn’t going to be the reason I stopped having fun.And honestly? Everything around me felt like some kind of dramatic movie I couldn’t stop watching because my one-night stand turned out to be my professor, who also happened to be my second-chance mate.Fate clearly had a sense of humor.At first, Professor Eric did everything he could to avoid me. He avoided eye contact, skipped hallways I walked through, and pretended I was invisible. But I wasn’t the kind of girl to back off when something, or someone, interested me. So, I made it my mission to tease him, make him uncomfortable, and to see just how far that calm, mature, professorly exterior would stretch before it cracked.And no, it wasn’t because I liked him, not yet,

ERIC'S POV:Several days had passed since the dinner with Darcy and Sophia, yet she still refused to answer my calls or appear in my classes. On the rare occasions she did show up, she wouldn’t even look at me. She’d sit there, head down, scribbling notes as if her life depended on it, then slip out before I’d even finished speaking.I’d tried reaching out more than once, but she pushed me away convinced that whatever was between us would only hurt Darcy, who still wished her mother and I would reconcile. So I stopped trying. But the silence was unbearable.So today, I'd dismissed all lectures for the day, claiming I needed to review the Kingdom’s financial records. In truth, I simply needed to keep my mind occupied and drown out the silence that Sophia had left behind.Suddenly, the faint creak of the front door broke through but didn’t bother looking up; believing that Anna was here to ask if I needed anything, but then I heard the sound of heels clicking“Still working yourself to

SOPHIA'S POVI needed to get out of there. The air in Darcy's family home felt thick with secrets, and every minute I stayed made the guilt twist deeper in my gut. "I need to get back to college," I said, forcing a smile as I zipped up my bag. "I have tons of things to do. I'm sorry for not staying as much as I wanted."Darcy frowned, folding her arms across her chest like a barrier. She looked so much like her father in that moment, stubborn, unyielding. "We agreed you would stay to meet my mom," she said, her voice edged with disappointment as she stared at me like I had done the most hideous crime.I cleared my throat, the sound awkward and guilty. God, how could I explain? I'd slept with Eric, her own father—the man whose dick had created the life that birthed her into this world. Okay, that phrasing was messed up even in my head, but the betrayal burned. I was the worst kind of friend, the kind who crossed lines that should never be touched. "I'm sorry," I murmured. "I'll make i

SOPHIA’S POV Darcy's next scheme was bolder… a family game night at her mom's hotel suite. "Neutral ground," she said. "Board games, wine, old memories."I agreed to help, feigning enthusiasm even though every moment with her planning this wrecked my heart.But as we planned, I subtly undermined. I suggested Monopoly, knowing Eric hated it—too cutthroat, he had once confessed during our affair. And wine? I ‘forgot’ to buy non alcoholic for Emily, who I learned from Darcy had a sensitivity.I was cruel, too cruel but at this point I cared less about everything.The night arrived. Emily's suite was elegant, overlooking the city lights. Darcy buzzed with excitement, setting up the board. Eric arrived first, his eyes locking on me immediately. "Sophia," he murmured, voice husky. "Good to see you."I ignored the shiver, focusing on Darcy. Emily came next, hugging everyone. That familiarity hit again—her smile, the way she tilted her head. It gnawed at me.We started playing and tensions ro