Submitting to Professor-3

Next morning, when Ella woke up, the room was empty. The space besides her on the bed was cold. The disappointment pricked over her heart. 'What was I expecting? It was supposed to be a one-night stand.' She said to herself.

They didn't even ask each other for the number. They just used each other for their pleasure and that's it.

When she stepped out of bed, the soreness in between her legs made her groan. Well, it was going to remind her of the erotic night for a while.

She blushed, the touch of his rough hands was still alive. She could smell his lingering scent on her body. Her eyes stopped at the side table where there was a note. She picked up the little memo which stated, ''Thank you for last night and give the keys to the receptionist before leaving.''

The rage built in her. "What does he think of me? Am I some whore or what? I was just under the influence of alcohol and he happened to be extremely breathtaking. During that moment, I couldn't think of anything." She justifi