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His Forbidden Model: The Professor's Obsession 13
JasmineThe photo at the top stopped me cold. Davin, his arm around a striking blonde woman, both of them laughing like the camera had caught them mid-joke. I barely let myself look before I scrolled past it.Then I saw the headline, and my stomach dropped straight through the floor.Award-Winning Artist Davin Jackson Accused of Abuse and Sexual Misconduct.I blinked. Read it again, certain I’d gotten it wrong.I hadn’t.My thumb kept moving almost without me. Article after article unfolded beneath it—former models, former assistants, anonymous sources who wouldn’t give their names but had plenty to say anyway. The further I scrolled, the drier my mouth got.One article had a video buried near the bottom. I stared at the play button for a long second before I pressed it.The footage was dark and shaky, shot by someone who seemed to be hiding. A woman cried out somewhere off-screen. Something crashed.The camera jerked hard to one side, and for half a second, a man’s shape filled the f
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JasmineI was exhausted. Every few seconds, I found myself fighting the urge to rest my head on the desk and go to sleep. Davin’s voice carried through the lecture hall as he explained metabolic pathways, but concentrating was nearly impossible.Not because the lecture was boring.Because Mia and her friend wouldn’t shut up.Their constant giggling drifted across the room, pulling my attention away every few minutes.I clenched my jaw and tried to ignore it. And failed miserably.With a frustrated groan, I turned around sharply. “Can you both just shut it?” I gritted out.A few heads turned.Mia looked up from her phone and smiled. The kind that made me want to throw something.“Aw,” she said sweetly. “Someone’s cranky.”I turned away before I said something that would get me into trouble and forced my attention back to the front of the class.Davin continued his lecture as though nothing was happening. His voice was calm and steady, carrying easily through the hall.For a few seconds
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JasmineThe alarm went off again.With a groan, I slapped my hand across the nightstand until I found my phone and silenced it. That had to be the fifteenth time I’d done that.My entire body felt heavy as I rolled onto my side, ready to steal a few more minutes of sleep.Then my phone pinged beside my ear.My eyes flew open.I grabbed it and checked the time. 7:15 AM.“Fuck.”Sleep disappeared from my eyes instantly.I shot out of bed so fast I nearly tangled myself in the sheets. Class started at eight, and there was no way I was going to make it if I wasted another second standing there.As I rushed toward the bathroom, I couldn’t help blaming Davin.I’d stayed up ridiculously late studying for his test. The same test he insisted on giving us today. If yesterday’s session hadn’t gone on for so long, I would have had plenty of time to study before bed. Instead, I’d spent half the night with my face buried in textbooks until the words started blurring together.Less than twenty minut
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DavinThe front door slammed shut somewhere behind her, but I made no move to follow.I remained where I was, standing in front of the easel with my eyes fixed on the unfinished sketch.The studio had gone quiet again. Just me, the charcoal dust clinging to my fingers, and the woman staring back at me from the paper.Or at least my attempt at her.I studied the lines for a long moment before setting the charcoal down and dragging a hand across my jaw.It wasn’t right.Not yet.The posture was there. The shape of her mouth. The stubborn lift of her chin whenever she thought someone was being challenging. But the eyes still felt wrong.And that was the problem.It was always the eyes.I leaned back in my chair and rubbed a hand across my jaw.The truth was, Jasmine had been living inside my head long before she ever stepped into this studio.The first spark had come at the bar.I remembered noticing her before she’d even spoken to me. There had been something about the way she sat alone
His Forbidden Model: The Professor's Obsession 9
JasmineI paid the taxi driver and stepped out onto the sidewalk, pulling my coat tighter around myself as the cold evening air brushed against my skin. My body felt tired in that deep, bone-heavy way that came after a long day, and all I wanted was to get inside, take a shower, and crawl into bed.As I climbed the steps to my apartment, I reached into my bag for my keys. The moment I got to the door, however, I stopped.It wasn’t locked. In fact, it was slightly ajar.My brows furrowed. “What the hell?” I muttered.A knot formed in my stomach as I pushed the door open and stepped inside cautiously.The apartment was tiny. One bedroom, barely enough furniture to make it feel lived in, and nothing remotely valuable. If someone had broken in, what exactly were they hoping to steal?The lights in the living room were on. My eyes swept across the space carefully before landing on a familiar designer bag resting on one of the couches.I froze.Then I let out a slow breath.Mia.At least it
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JasmineThe sound of charcoal scraping across paper was the only thing breaking the silence.The noise seemed louder than it should have been, echoing through the studio while I stood under the overhead lights, trying very hard not to think about the fact that I was standing in the middle of a stranger’s workspace wearing far less than I was comfortable with.My arms were rigid at my sides, my shoulders feeling locked in place. Every muscle in my body had been tense from the moment the session began.He hadn’t said much since positioning me beneath the lights. There were no inappropriate comments, no smug reminders, and no attempts to make me uncomfortable.The only sounds in the room were the scratch of charcoal against paper and the occasional creak of the wooden floor when he shifted his weight.It should have made things easier.Instead, it unsettled me more because nothing about this matched the version of him I’d built inside my head. It would have been easier if he’d acted like
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