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Chapter 12
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2026-06-28 17:35:31
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The morning sun felt warmer than usual as I walked through the main gates, my short skirt swaying with each step and the memory of Professor Damien Vale’s restrained stare still burning on my skin. For the first time in weeks, I felt a quiet thrill instead of dread. His warning in the office, the way his eyes had lingered on my thighs it was proof that the ice was cracking. I was getting to him.I adjusted the strap of my bag, a small smile playing on my lips, when Sophia Kensington stepped out from behind a pillar near the entrance, blocking my path. Lila was right behind her, smirking like a loyal guard dog. “Well, well,” Sophia drawled, crossing her arms and looking me up and down with pure venom. “If it isn’t the scholarship whore making her morning rounds. Still dressed like you’re auditioning for the campus strip club?” I stopped, refusing to step aside. “Move, Sophia. I don’t have time for your bullshit today.” She laughed, a sharp, ugly sound that echoed off the stone wa
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I waited until the end of the day, heart pounding with nervous energy, before heading to his office. The hallway was quiet, most students already gone. My short skirt from earlier still clung to my thighs, and the plunging top left little to the imagination. I told myself I was just going to thank him for defending me earlier. Nothing more.But that was a lie. I knocked softly on his door. “Come in.”His voice was deep and controlled, as always. I stepped inside, closing the door behind me with a quiet click.Professor Damien Vale sat behind his desk, reviewing papers under the warm glow of his lamp. He looked up, dark eyes meeting mine with that familiar professional mask. The was no warmth and no acknowledgment of the tension that had been building between us. “Miss Blake,” he said evenly. “What can I do for you?” I approached his desk slowly, my pulse racing. “I just wanted to thank you. For today. In the meeting. You didn’t have to stand up for me, but you did. It meant a lo
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I was pulled out of my afternoon lecture by a formal email summoning me to the Dean’s conference room immediately. My stomach dropped. I knew this was coming. Sophia’s stepfather wasn’t going to let yesterday’s slap slide.When I walked into the large conference room, the tension was thick enough to choke on. Dean Richard Langford sat at the head of the table, a purple bruise still visible on his cheek where I’d slapped him. Beside him was a stern-looking female professor, Dr. Evelyn Hart, who taught ethics. And to my surprise, Professor Damien Vale was also present, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, expression unreadable. “Miss Blake,” Dean Langford began coldly, “I’ve filed a formal complaint against you for harassment and attempted bribery in my office yesterday. You came to me under false pretenses, offered inappropriate favors in exchange for protection from your so-called bullying issues, and when I refused, you physically assaulted me.” My mouth fell open. “Th
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The next morning, I walked onto campus with a renewed sense of purpose mixed with lingering disgust from yesterday’s scene with Sophia and Professor Harlan. I couldn’t stay silent anymore. The bullying, the harassment, the blatant abuse of power someone had to listen. I headed straight for the administration building instead of going to my first class.The main office was quiet. I asked the receptionist for the Dean of Student Affairs, but she directed me to Associate Dean Richard Langford, saying he handled disciplinary matters personally. I took a deep breath and knocked on his door. “Come in,” a smooth, authoritative voice called.I stepped inside. The office was large and luxurious for a university administrator dark wood panels, expensive leather chairs, and framed photos on the wall showing him shaking hands with donors. The man behind the desk looked to be in his late forties, well-dressed in a tailored suit, with salt-and-pepper hair and sharp features. “Miss Blake, is it?
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The late afternoon sun warmed the grass as Mia, Zara, and I claimed our favorite spot under the old oak tree. For once, there were no immediate threats or notifications blowing up my phone. I stretched my legs out, still buzzing from the morning’s risky outfit choice and the way Professor Damien Vale had reacted. The short skirt and plunging top had done exactly what I wanted cracked his armor, even if only for a few seconds. “You’re glowing,” Mia teased, popping a grape into her mouth. She leaned back on her elbows, her gentle smile making the day feel lighter. “Spill more about the office walk. Did he actually say anything else after the dress code comment?” I laughed softly, twisting a blade of grass between my fingers. “Not really. But the way he looked at me when he took off his coat… I swear time stopped. It’s stupid, right? He’s our professor. Cold as ice most days. But there’s something under that. I can feel it.” Zara smirked, lying on her side with her head propped on
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The rush from class still hummed under my skin as I left the lecture hall. For once, I felt bold and alive for once. The way Professor Damien Vale had stared at my chest, losing his usual icy control, played on repeat in my mind. I adjusted the strap of my bag and walked down the quieter side corridor that led toward the main quad a narrow hallway lined with old bulletin boards and dim lighting.I didn’t see Julian coming. His hand shot out from a shadowed alcove, grabbing my wrist and yanking me into the narrow space between two pillars. My back hit the wall with a soft thud. He loomed over me, breathing hard, his usually handsome face twisted with raw jealousy. “What the fuck was that, Ava?” he hissed, voice low and venomous. His grip on my wrist tightened. “You think parading your tits around like that in his class is cute? I saw the way he was looking at you. Staring like a fucking animal. That’s my view. Only for my eyes.” I tried to pull away, heart racing. “Julian, let go.
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