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Elizabeth's POVFor what use was a brain when it wasn’t made use of in times like these?I should’ve known. I should’ve followed my gut. The signs were glaring, the late replies, the locked phone, the way he flinched whenever I mentioned Jennifer. The way he stopped smiling when he looked at me.But I ignored it. All of it.Because I loved him. Or maybe because I just needed to believe someone did. I wasn’t supposed to be at his place today. But I had finished my seminar early and thought I'd surprise him with lunch. Silly me.The door was cracked open, music playing faintly inside. I stepped in quietly, balancing the paper bag in my hands. And then I saw her.Jennifer Futon.Standing near his bed, buttoning up her blouse. Her lipstick was smudged, her eyes met mine and she didn’t flinch. Ethan stepped out of the bathroom behind her, a wet towel around his waist.“Ethan....,” My tone was cautious, wondering if my eyes were betraying me.Jennifer rolled her eyes. “Wow, you still come a

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Elizabeth's POVIt didn't take long before the news had spread on our class channels, and it wasn't long after when Jennifer posted a photo on her Instagram, with the caption:“Snatching another hottie”And Ethan followed, because of course he did, reposting it to his own story with a dripping-wet emoji like it was some kind of achievement.I stared at it for a few seconds. The comments were pouring in, laughing emojis, inside jokes I wasn't part of anymore, heart reacts.I exited the department channel. I didn’t defend myself or respond.What was the point?People had already picked a side.I switched off my phone and tucked it into my jacket. My hands clenched at my sides as I sat there on the campus bench, the cold metal seeping through my tights.I could still hear Ethan’s voice in my head, the way he’d called me a leech, the way Jennifer had walked out like she had won a trophy.Maybe she had.My GPA wouldn’t protect me from public humiliation. My perfect attendance record wouldn

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Elizabeth’s POVI woke up to the sound of my phone vibrating angrily on the nightstand.I groaned, barely shifting, and instantly regretted it. A sharp pain flared between my thighs. I winced, biting down on a gasp as I turned to my side. Every movement reminded me of last night. Every throb, every ache, every bruised spot on my skin was a souvenir he had left behind.Sebastian Gray.God.My phone vibrated again. I reached for it with a shaky hand, not to check the screen but to stop the noise. The sun shone through the slits in the curtain, casting soft shadows across the sheets.The same sheets he had pinned me against. The same ones I had clawed at when he whispered filth into my ear while making me feel things I never knew my body was capable of.I closed my eyes, reminiscing.He had asked me if I was sure.Twice.And both times, I had said yes. Desperately. Like the answer had been waiting on my tongue since the first day I walked into his class and saw him leaning against his de

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Elizabeth's povMy heart had stopped, I was sure of it.Sebastian Gray. Standing there in a tailored tuxedo, the sun glinting off the silver in his cufflinks, his hand steady around my mother’s waist. He looked every bit the groom, composed, polished, and deeply familiar.I told myself to breathe, even though it was hard. To pretend, to act like I didn’t know what his skin felt like against mine. Like I hadn’t cried out his name just beneath the weight of his hand gripping my hair.Our eyes met. But he didn’t say anything else. Not with my mother beaming beside him, her arm looped tightly through his like she owned him.And maybe she did.The ceremony went on in a haze. Vows exchanged. Laughter. A soft kiss between the two. Applause. I clapped too, my hands numb, the gift box digging into my palms.I kept my distance at the reception, lingering by the buffet and dodging my mother’s gaze. Sebastian didn’t approach me right away. But I felt him watching me.Every damn second.His gaze b

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Elizabeth's povI couldn't forget that night either, how he felt....how he made me feel. But I couldn't tell him that."Professor Gray, I am sorry but we have to, you're basically my step father and....I can't do this with you.""Elizabeth...."I didn't let him finish, I was already turning away, he didn't seem like he would transfer me....so I would do it myself.____Bullshit.The departmental head was even more frustrating, according to them, student reassignment to professor Gordon, the other professor was full, and so....I was stuck with Sebastian.And looking at my program slip, I had his class in few minutes."Attendance streak," I murmured, I couldn't miss his class even if I wanted to.I found myself sitting in the back of his class, my notebook in front of me, his eyes locked with mine for a brief moment, a sinful smirk stretching on his lips.But he turned to the white board and taught like I wasn't even there. And yet subconsciously I found myself leaning in.A cough snapp

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Elizabeth's povWas it me or were his classes on my program list more frequent?.It had been a hectic temptation with Sebastian being my professor. And it was harder when Mom called every two days and I would hear him in the kitchen, cooking for her, while he would be here, throwing subtle glances my way.My interactions with him were often, which made it hard for me.So as the last sets of students left the classroom, I came to a resolve to nib this bud for good."We need to talk," I said again, quieter this time, as the door clicked shut behind the last student.Sebastian turned slowly from where he stood by the window, arms folding as he leaned back against the desk. His gaze settled on me.I didn't stop walking until I was a safe few feet away, then exhaled. “I’m here to make something very clear.”He waited.“I need things between us to be strictly platonic. Nothing more. Nothing suggestive. No looks, no subtle comments, no moments in empty hallways.” My voice was firmer than I e

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Sebastian's povShe dropped the towel on my car seat instantly and slid out, walking briskly to her apartment door.I didn’t call after her.Because even without words, I could feel the war brewing inside her. Elizabeth Walters didn’t slam doors or throw tantrums. No, she hid behind sharp remarks and tighter ponytails. But tonight, she was quiet.She paused at the door, fumbling with her keys, her shoulders rigid beneath that soaked blouse. Her bag looked like it had absorbed half the rain in the city.The keys dropped from her hand and hit the pavement. I saw it, the brief shake of her head, the quiet curse. She picked them up quickly and disappeared inside before I could get out of the car.I didn’t move. I stayed parked out front for another full minute, watching the faint silhouette of her light switch on behind the sheer curtain. Her figure moved past the window.Then vanished.I ran a hand down my face, letting my head fall back against the seat. What the hell was I doing?She w

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Elizabeth’s POVThe cleaner’s number had finally gone through, and she assured me that May was stable. The doctor had stopped by, checked her vitals, and advised rest and proper nutrition. Nothing life-threatening. Nothing close to what my racing heart had conjured.But I was still worried.So, when we stepped into Sebastian’s penthouse, soaked from worry and the earlier rain, what I saw felt like a punch to the gut.May.Perched like a damn queen on the cream velvet sofa. One leg crossed lazily over the other, a wine glass poised in her hand, her lips stained the same shade of red as her nails. Her cleavage was on full display, like her shirt had lost a few too many buttons on the way here.She didn’t look sick. Or weak. Or anything close to what the word “unconscious” might suggest.She looked.... annoyed.“Elizabeth,” she said flatly, barely hiding the distaste curling around her name. Her eyes flicked to Sebastian, then back to me. “Didn’t expect you to be tagging along.”I opened

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**Elizabeth’s POV**Without a moment’s hesitation, I stormed into the guest room and slammed the door behind me, the sound reverberating off the walls like a thunderclap.“Don't break down the door; this isn’t your house!" May's voice rang out, sharp and biting.“You don't have to be so mean, you know," I heard Sebastian interject softly, trying to calm the tension."What? She isn't welcome here, so don’t let her think she is," May retorted, each word dripping with disdain.The room enveloped me in warmth, a cozy sanctuary tailored for the chilly day outside, yet it did little to erase the gnawing feeling of being an unwelcome intruder. Every glimpse of May only deepened my longing for my dad. It was a cruel thought that clawed at my mind, but I couldn’t help but imagine a world where May had been the one to leave us behind.A few minutes later, Sebastian stepped inside, a freshly ironed oversized t-shirt draped casually over his arm. "I know this is your house, but at least knock be

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Elizabeth’s POV“Fuck!" I cursed. " I’m almost late for class,” I added, springing up from bed.I snatched my dress from the hanger. Sebastian had it dry-cleaned, and my bag was dried as well.In no time I was done and ready to leave.“Aren't you waiting for breakfast?” Sebastian inquired, his voice smooth and rich, the moment I stepped out of my room.He stood there, impeccably dressed and exuding an air of confidence, ready to take on the day. I couldn’t help but take a moment to admire him; he looked utterly divine. The scent of his cologne wafted through the air, both intoxicating and inviting, as his neck seemed to beckon me to lean in closer and steal a kiss.I shook my head firmly. “No, I don't have time.” With that, I turned on my heel and strode away, not daring to glance back even though I felt his gaze linger on me until I disappeared from sight.With no time to return home for a shower or change into something fresh, I set my course straight for school. Fortunately, the t

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