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Jennie's POV

I moan as his lips graze the top of my left breast. He has been teasing my nipple for a few seconds now and he isn't sucking it into his mouth yet. His skilled tongue circles the stiff bud and I arch my back in pleasure.

My body responds to him so well that I'm sure I was made just for him.

My body. My soul. Everything was made for this man to take.

’Baby girl…you're perfect’ he says and I shudder in response, parting my legs for him. Just like he didn't touch my nipples, he also doesn't touch my drenched pussy. He runs his hand up and down my stomach, making quake for him but never giving me what I want.

’Please…please…professor Moreau…mfgh’ I moan and suddenly my eyes snap open as I wake up.

Oh. my. God.

I'm having a wet dream of the professor while Oliver is spooning me from behind. I shrink into myself and bite my lips in shame. My boyfriend is still deeply asleep and unaware of how wet I am for another man.

I'm such a horrible girlfriend.

I move my body to get out of the bed and Oliver mutters something in his sleep. Oh gosh, I'm so glad he didn't hear me moan the older man's name. I know he cheated on me, but I feel so bad for daring to crave someone else who isn't him.

With that guilt on my mind, I wash up and get ready for the day. I apply soft make-up, put on my favorite pair of bell-bottoms pants and a dark lacy green top that brings out my eyes. Luckily, my schedule says I don't have professor Moreau's class today, so I won't be worrying about seeing the face of the man who made me have a deliciously filthy wet dream.

“Cheers to a normal day,” I say to myself as I prepare coffee for myself and Oliver.

I make mine black and his with plenty of cream. He likes when I do basic things like these for him. He says it makes him feel special and like ’the man’. Those words genuinely make me annoyed, but I do it in silence for the sake of peace between us.

“The future is more important than my feelings.“

Those words are demeaning but they're my mantra. I can't let a hot night in bed with a hot stranger ruin it for me. “That's right, Jennie, focus,” I say to the air with a small affirmative nod.

“You woke up really early, babe. Oh, you already made coffee,” Oliver says from behind me and takes the mug off the table. I watch him as he drinks the caffeinated beverage in one go like his life depends on it and then slams the cup down. “Are you sure you're doing okay?“ he asks when he's finally done ‘booting’ and I give him a smile.

“Of course.” I lie.

I could start dying in front of this guy's eyes and he'd not notice a single thing. I really don't know if he's only insensitive to me or that's his whole problem. In fact, I don't know anything about him anymore. I turn around to pick up my own cup of coffee.

“Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you. I have a meeting with one of the professors today.“ Oliver informs me and I frown in confusion. “Why, is everything okay?“ I ask with concern in my voice.

“Yeah well, I'm worried about my tendency to take things unseriously. I wanna talk to the man and get advice from him. They said he's one of the best,” Oliver says and I nod slowly. I can picture what he's talking about.

Oliver's tendency to be ‘unserious’, as he terms it, has been a huge problem for me since we started dating. First of all, it's the reason I'm getting into college at the age of twenty. I should have gotten in since I was nineteen. I got an acceptance letter from another university a year ago, but because he begged me not to go without him, I tossed that dream aside.

Do I regret? Yes. Yes, I regret it every single day of my life. If I had gone there without him, I wouldn't have walked in on him cheating, but what's the point of thinking about it right now?

“A penny for your thought?“ he asks with a soft smile and I laugh.

“I'm not a vending machine,” I joke and he rolls his eyes playfully. “Yeah, yeah. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.“ he grins at me and the smile on my face dims slightly.

“Hmmm” I hum.

“Come on, let's go. My meeting with the prof is set for midday. What's your schedule like?“ Oliver asks and I give him a quick run down of my schedule for the day.

“Oh cool. That means you can come with me to see the professor. You'll come, right, babe?“ he asks, leaning in to kiss my cheek and I sigh in defeat. Of course I'll have to go. A dutiful girlfriend will never leave her boyfriend all alone.

“Sure, come pick me after class?“ I ask and he nods.

We leave our shared apartment hand in hand and soon, we arrive at school. As soon as I get out of the car I see his friends from yesterday, Rocky, Liam, and Josh, waiting to say hi.

No way.

“Bye,” I whisper to Oliver.

“You don't like my friends do you?“ he asks and I immediately turn around to escape them. “See you later, babe” I call over my shoulder, walking into the school to have a Professor Moreau-free day.

Or so I wish…