THE PROFESSOR'S SECRET GIRL

“Please revoke the scholarship for the student named Renata Assegaf. Her grades have dropped three times in a row,” Dominic said flatly.“Yes, sir.”Dominic Sinclair leaned back in his chair, a faint curve tugging at the corner of his lips. He was the one who had suggested revoking her scholarship in the first place—not out of coincidence, but for reasons far too personal, far too inappropriate to be spoken in a professor’s office.He still remembered their first meeting. The girl had come in looking panicked, pleading for help as if her entire world depended on that scholarship. Beautiful, naïve, and desperate. Exactly the kind of girl Dominic needed.Now everything was unfolding according to plan. And who would’ve thought—today, Renata had come to him willingly, agreeing to an offer she should have refused.Dominic turned his gaze toward Renata, seated beside him in the car. The girl looked nervous, her hands clasped tightly in her lap.“So,” he asked calmly, “you’ve really made up

Dominic: [How long do I have to wait for someone’s period to end just so I can touch her?]Renata: [Maybe… a week?]Dominic: [Damn. That’s too long.]Renata: [Relax, sir. Once it’s over, I’ll let you know.]Dominic: [I’ll be counting the minutes.]Renata’s heart was still hammering when she ended the chat with Dominic. She slipped out of the apartment, ordered a cab, and headed back to her old boarding house to pack. It hit her then—she’d arrived at the new place with nothing but the clothes on her back.A week later, Renata froze at the sound of the door. She’d just come home from class, fresh from the shower, her body still wrapped in a white kimono towel.She held her breath.The door opened without a knock, as if the lock were only a suggestion. Dominic stepped inside, black shirt unbuttoned at the collar, the sharp scent of his aftershave cutting through the humid air. His gaze locked on the towel clinging to her damp skin.“Sir…” Her voice cracked; she took half a step back.He

“T–Without underwear?” Renata’s eyes widened. It would’ve been a lie to say she wasn’t shocked by Dominic’s demand.“Yes. Are you deaf?” His tone rose slightly, slicing through the air and shrinking whatever courage she had left.Renata bit her lower lip, her fingers curling tight against her thighs. “Sir… I don’t have clothes like that,” she murmured, barely above a whisper.Dominic gave a short, sharp exhale, his gaze trailing from her head to her toes as though assessing every inch. “What do you mean, you don’t have any?”“I don’t have… mini skirts. Or any kind of clothes like the ones you want.” She lowered her head, heat flooding her cheeks in humiliation. “My wardrobe’s… pretty limited.”Dominic leaned back against his desk, folding his arms across his chest. “And you think that’s a good enough excuse?”“No, sir. I just—”“Stop justifying yourself, Renata.” His tone cut through her words—not angry, but testing. Measuring how far she’d dare to go.Renata dropped her gaze even fur

Renata sat in a small café near campus, her fingers twisting a paper straw until it crumpled in her hand. Across from her, Selly watched without blinking. The warmth that usually filled her gaze was gone—replaced by something sharp, like a small knife slicing slowly through the air.“You’re sure,” Selly said quietly, “there’s nothing going on between you and Mr. Dominic?”Renata swallowed hard, trying to steady her voice. “I told you, Sel. I’m just consulting with him about my research—and helping check students’ papers.”“Research,” Selly repeated, her lips curling into a thin, mocking smile. “What kind of research leaves your thigh looking like that?”“I told you, I spilled my drink by accident.”“Liar.”“Believe whatever you want. It’s none of my business.”“Renata,” Selly leaned back in her chair, eyes fixed on her. “I’m your best friend. I know when you’re lying.”Renata looked down. Her thumb nail dug into the skin of her finger—slow, deliberate, stinging. “I’m not lying,” she m

Renata had lost count of how many times Dominic made her forget the night entirely. All she knew was that when she woke up the next morning, her body still ached in ways she couldn’t quite describe—especially deep inside. The first thing that made her smile was the warmth circling her waist: Dominic’s strong arm draped over her stomach.She turned her head carefully. He was still fast asleep, hair tousled, lips slightly parted. The face that so often looked cold and distant now seemed peaceful—almost gentle. Renata lingered on the sight for a moment before leaning in to press a soft kiss to his cheek. The touch was brief, yet enough to send her heart racing like mad.Slowly, she slipped out of his embrace. Her thin nightdress was wrinkled, but she didn’t care. Padding quietly to the small kitchen, she began to prepare a simple breakfast—fried eggs and black coffee. Soon, the smell of eggs filled the air.Moments later, heavy footsteps echoed from the bedroom. Dominic appeared in the d