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PART II POV Anastasia "Fuck, Rebecca... right there."Jaden 's voice cuts through the room like a chainsaw through my self-esteem. Deep, hungry, vibrating with the kind of desperation he's never shown for me. Not once in eighteen months of dating.Rebecca moans like she's auditioning for a porno, head thrown back, blonde hair cascading as she rides him like she's breaking in a stallion. Her fingers dig into his hair—my boyfriend's hair—and her hips move with this confident rhythm that makes me want to crawl under the bed and die.Meanwhile, I'm perched on the edge of the mattress in this tragic red lingerie set that I panic-bought off a sketchy Instagram ad that promised I’d “unleash my inner goddess.”Right now, I just feel stupid.The thong is literally trying to bisect me. I shift, attempting to save my circulation, and the movement makes the cheap lace scratch against my skin like discount punishment."You cool with her touching m

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POV Anastasia “Delilah , please…” I’m sobbing so hard I can barely get the words out, standing outside her apartment at 11 AM looking like I’ve been emotionally waterboarded. “I need… I can’t—”The door flies open before I can even knock.“Holy shit, Anastasia !” Delilah ’s eyes go wide, taking in my completely destroyed state. “What the actual fuck happened to you?”I’m a disaster. Mascara streaking down my cheeks in black rivers, hair looking like I stuck my finger in an electrical socket, still wearing yesterday’s clothes that smell like shame and regret.“He’s… Jaden is—” I can’t even form sentences. I’m just standing there wailing like a banshee, doubled over on her doorstep.“Okay, okay, come here.” She pulls me inside, wrapping her arms around me while I absolutely lose my shit. “Was it another fight with Pretty Boy? Did he finally show his true colors?”“It’s over!” I manage to choke out be

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POV Anastasia I’m picking at my sad cafeteria salad when Jaden approaches with that particular brand of male audacity that makes you question humanity’s evolutionary progress.“Anastasia , we need to talk.”The entire cafeteria doesn’t stop for this announcement, but I can feel eyes turning our way. Jaden ’s voice carries, always has. It’s one of those perfectly projected pretty-boy voices that demands attention.“Sure,” I say, not looking up from my wilted lettuce.“I think we should break up.”Now the cafeteria goes silent. Not actually silent, but that weird movie silence where background noise fades and you can practically hear people’s phones switching to record mode.“Cool,” I say, stabbing a cherry tomato. “Already moved my stuff out anyway.”His face does this weird confused puppy thing. “What?”“My stuff. From your house. It’s gone. Has been for two days.”“I… what?”God, h

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POV Anastasia “I’m not going,” I said flatly, flopping back onto Delilah ’s bed like I weighed a thousand emotional pounds. “You could drag me across campus with a chain and I still wouldn’t show up.”Delilah didn’t even blink. “Don’t tempt me with the chain idea, babe.”I groaned into her pillow. “I’m serious.”“So am I,” she said, yanking open closet doors. “You’re going. And you’re wearing something slutty enough to haunt Jaden ’s dreams.”“No.” I turned my face away. “Hard no.”She ignored me. “You know who’s going to be there tonight?” she said, tugging out a black mini dress like it was holy. “Jaden . Rebecca. And—wait for it—Alex.”I looked up, slow. “Alex Rivera?”“Yes, Anastasia . The human golden retriever. The guy who defended you. The guy who keeps looking at you like he wants to tattoo your name on his abs.” She waved the dress in the air. “You. Him. A glass of wine. A smirk in Jaden ’s direction. Let the jealousy games begin.”“I’

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POV Anastasia School feels like a fucking reality show where I’m the rejected contestant forced to watch the winners parade around campus.Jaden and Rebecca are everywhere. Literally everywhere. Making out against lockers, sharing disgusting couple smoothies, doing that thing where they whisper to each other and then look at me like I’m some tragic side character in their cringy romance.“They’re doing it again,” Delilah mutters, nodding toward the cafeteria entrance where Jaden ’s got his hand possessively on Rebecca’s lower back.“Doing what?”“The performance. The whole ‘look how happy we are’ bullshit. It’s pathetic.”Jaden catches my eye and immediately pulls Rebecca closer, kissing her neck while staring directly at me. The audacity is almost impressive.“Give me the green light,” Delilah says, cracking her knuckles. “Just one punch. I’ll make it count.”“There are other ways to take revenge.”

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POV Anastasia “Wow, is that your skirt from middle school? Because damn, those buns are out today, baby.”I adjust the hem of my definitely-too-short plaid skirt and give Delilah my most innocent smile. “What? This old thing?”“Anastasia , I can practically see your entire ass.”“Can you? Whoops.”She narrows her eyes. “You’re up to something.”“I’m literally just getting dressed for school.”“In a skirt that’s two sizes too small and a top that’s barely holding your boobs in. Very casual Tuesday vibes.”I grab my books and head for the door. “Ready for French class?”“Oh my god.” Delilah stops dead in her tracks. “Oh my GOD. You’re flirting with Professor Montelli .”“What? No.”“For revenge! Against Jaden ! You absolute genius psychopath!”“Delilah , I’m not—”“Girl, watch out for his wife, yeah? Mrs. Montelli seems sweet, but she’s got that whole ‘I’ll destroy

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POV Anastasia “Are you going to keep stalking them like a lonely Victorian ghost, or are you actually going to grow a spine and say hi?”Delilah ’s voice slices through the air, cutting right into my pathetic little stakeout behind a decorative pillar. I flinch and glance back at her, caught like a thief.“I’m not stalking.”“You’re literally peeking from behind a ficus,” she deadpans. “You’ve been staring at them for ten minutes. It’s getting weird.”“I’m just… curious.”“Right. Curious. With your mouth slightly open and your thighs clenched.”I glare at her, but she’s not wrong. Across the room, Professor Montelli stands like some sculpted myth, cool and untouchable, while his wife—Zoey—clings to his arm like she was carved to fit him. Her nails are painted wine red. Her hair is twisted into this immaculate updo that looks effortless but probably took sorcery. Everything about her says: I don’t need to try. I already won.“She’s so…” I murmur. “So

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POV Anastasia “Anastasia ,” Mr. Montelli said as I slung my backpack over one shoulder. His voice was low, smooth, like he wasn’t just calling me but inviting me into something. “Could you stop by my office around five? I’d like to discuss your recent paper—and maybe a few extra credit opportunities.”My pulse jumped.“Sure,” I said, trying to sound casual even though my brain was already short-circuiting. “Five. Yeah. I can do that.”He smiled that perfect, polite smile. “Great. I’ll see you then.”And just like that, I spent the rest of my afternoon spiraling. Not over homework. Not over Jaden and Rebecca. But over what exactly “opportunities” meant when it came from him. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. About being alone with him in his office. About how close he stood during class, how his voice always got softer when he said my name. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe it was everything.At 4:59, I was standing in front of his door like an idiot rehear

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POV Anastasia The air was thick—too warm, too still—as I stood frozen in front of his desk. My heart was punching against my ribs, like it wanted out. My legs trembled, but I moved. Slowly. One step at a time, like I was sleepwalking through a dream I was too afraid to wake up from.I reached the edge of the desk and turned to face him.His eyes stayed locked on mine. Calm. Dark. Waiting.“Bend over,” Dominic said, low and sharp like a command I didn’t know how to disobey.My hands trembled as I placed them on the cool wood. My breath caught when I bent at the waist, my hips brushing against the edge of the desk. My skirt rode up without asking, exposing the tops of my thighs. I didn’t adjust it. I couldn’t. I just waited—blood roaring in my ears, shame curling hot and fast in my stomach.I felt him behind me before I heard him move. Every nerve in my skin lit up.“Good girl,” he murmured, and I swear those two words made my knees buckle.The silenc

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POV Anastasia “Okay, not to be a hater,” Delilah said, licking the last bit of whipped cream off her iced latte straw, “but why was Zoey Montelli looking at you like you kicked her dog and slept with her dad?”I nearly choked on my iced tea. “What?”“I’m serious,” she said, brows up. “She was staring. Like laser-beam-to-your-soul energy. What did you do, accidentally wear her favorite shoes or something?”I forced a laugh. “She’s probably just… intense?”Delilah gave me a side-eye. “She’s always been intense, but that was personal.”I didn’t answer. Because… well. It was personal.It had only been two days.Two days since I bent over Professor Montelli ’s desk with my heart in my throat and his voice in my ear. Since I said yes to something I didn’t understand but craved anyway. Since I gave up control and let him see parts of me I didn’t even know I had.Yesterday, I didn’t have his class. I’d spent the whole day trying to act normal, trying

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