LOGINHalle didn't move away for college to fall for her sister's boyfriend. It just happened. Charles Damon is the youngest lecturer on campus and impossible to ignore, smart, good looking, and always watching her a little too closely. He's also dating her sister, Alix. She tells herself it's harmless. A ride home after a bad night. A glance held a second too long in a crowded lecture hall. But harmless doesn't explain why she's still thinking about him at 2 a.m., or why her heart drops every time her sister says his name like she owns him. Halle knows exactly where this is headed, and she's already too far in to turn back or IS IT?
View More(HALLE’S POV)The glowing yellow light of the Snapmap on Mitch's phone felt like a spotlight pinning a criminal to the wall."You weren't at the library," Mitch repeated, his voice shaking with a mixture of betrayal and raw fear. He took another step toward me, his sharp eyes zeroing in on the angry red hickey Charles had sucked into my neck just twenty minutes ago. "Who is in the faculty wing at 1:30 in the morning, Halle? What the fuck are you actually doing?"My heart slammed against my ribs like a trapped bird. The walls were rapidly closing in. If Mitch found out it was Charles—my sister's boyfriend, our professor—he would detonate my entire life. He would call my mother. He would call Alix.You don't panic, Charles's dark, smooth voice echoed in the back of my mind. You control the narrative.I forced tears into my eyes. It wasn't hard; the sheer adrenaline and terror pumping through my veins easily spilled over."I'm sorry," I sobbed, letting my shoulders drop defensively as
(HALLE’S POV) At 11:45 PM, the only sound in my dorm room was the soft, rhythmic snoring coming from Brianna's top bunk. I sat on the edge of my bed in the dark, my heart hammering a frantic, violent rhythm against my ribs. I was fully dressed in a short, pleated black skirt and a tight, sheer lace top. Beneath it, I wore absolutely nothing. No bra. No panties. Just bare, trembling skin. I reached into the pocket of my denim jacket, my fingers brushing against the smooth, sleek plastic of the black keycard Charles had given me earlier that day. You have full access. The words echoed in my mind, a dark, hypnotic command that completely overrode any lingering sense of caution or morality. I didn't care that it was a Monday night. I didn't care that getting caught sneaking into the faculty wing would mean instant expulsion. I slipped my jacket on, quietly unlocked the dorm door, and stepped out into the crisp, biting night air. The campus was a ghost town. The towering bric
(HALLE’S POV) Monday morning arrived with a cold, biting frost that coated the campus windows, but I didn’t feel the chill. I stood in front of the narrow mirror in my dorm, pulling the soft, expensive cream cashmere sweater over my head. It was the one Charles had bought me the morning after he pulled me out of the police precinct. It didn't smell like his cologne anymore, but the heavy, luxurious weight of the fabric felt like armor. "You look entirely too well-rested for a Monday," Brianna noted, dragging herself out of bed and throwing a pillow at Mitch, who was curled up in a blanket cocoon on the floor. "I slept well," I replied smoothly, tucking the front of the sweater into my dark jeans. "Must be nice," Mitch groaned, sitting up and rubbing his eyes, completely smearing yesterday's eyeliner. "I was up until 3:00 AM reading the campus gossip forums. Dave’s arraignment is at noon today. His parents flew in from Chicago, but the judge already denied bail because it’s a fede
(HALLE’S POV)Charles pulled the sleek SUV to a smooth stop just a block away from my dormitory. He kept the engine idling, the tinted windows shielding us completely from the bustling Saturday morning campus traffic outside.I sat in the passenger seat, drowning in the soft, expensive cashmere sweater he had bought me. It smelled faintly of the boutique, but beneath that, it smelled like him—like the residual heat of his skin and the heavy, intoxicating scent of his cologne from when he had wrapped his arms around me in bed."Remember the script," Charles murmured, unbuckling his seatbelt and shifting his massive frame toward me. His dark eyes were intense, pinning me in place. "The police realized the drugs belonged to Dave. They dropped the charges. You went to a motel to sleep. That is the only truth that exists now.""I know," I whispered, my heart fluttering against my ribs."Good." He reached out, his large hand cupping the back of my neck. His thumb stroked the sensitive skin












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