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I was lost in him again, In my head, Professor Damien Vale had me pinned against the wall of his office, his mouth claiming mine in a hungry, possessive kiss that stole every breath from my lungs. His large hand gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his hard body as his other hand moved slowly down the front of his shirt, unbuttoning it one by one. I could almost feel the heat of his skin, trace the muscle and the faint scars I’d only imagined existed beneath those perfectly tailored suits. His dark eyes burned into mine with raw need, like I was the only thing in his world that mattered. “Ava…” he growled against my lips, voice low and dangerous. A sharp sting hit the back of my head. I jolted upright in my seat, heart slamming against my ribs, a crumpled paper ball bounced onto my desk. The entire lecture hall was staring at me. Heat flooded my face as reality crashed back in. Sophia Kensington and her puppet Lila Monroe were laughing loudly from the front row, their voi

The next morning, I woke up with a dull headache and the familiar knot of anxiety in my stomach. Another day of navigating my life Sophia, Lila, Julian, and the constant effort of pretending I wasn’t affected by any of it. I stared at my reflection in the small bathroom mirror, brushing my teeth harder than necessary. You’re invincible, Ava and you’ve survived worse. But some days it felt like a lie. The campus was bustling when I arrived. I kept my head down as I walked toward the business building, hoping to avoid drama before my first class. But a loud splash of liquid hit my back. I froze mid-step. Cold coffee soaked through my light blue blouse and dripped down my spine. Laughter erupted behind me. “Oops!” Sophia’s voice rang out, she was giggling. “My bad, Blake. I didn’t see you there. You really should stop blending into the background like a nobody.”Lila stood beside her, holding her own cup, smirking like she’d just won the lottery. A small crowd had already gathered, p

The morning air felt electric as I stepped onto campus. After yesterday’s emotional rollercoaster in his office, I’d chosen my outfit with purpose a fitted white blouse tucked into a very short black pleated skirt that barely reached mid-thigh. It was bold and risky. Definitely pushing the boundaries of the dress code. But after the way Professor Damien Vale had looked at me yesterday, I wanted to feel seen. Desired. Even if only in my own fantasies.My heart was already racing when I heard the low, throaty growl of an engine. A sleek matte-black sports car far too luxurious and flashy for any ordinary professor slid into the faculty parking spot. The door opened, and there he was.Professor Damien Vale. He stepped out looking like sin wrapped in designer clothes. Dark trousers hugging powerful thighs, a crisp white shirt stretched across his broad chest, and a tailored black coat draped over one shoulder. His dark hair caught the morning light, and those intense eyes scanned the ar

I was done playing small. After Julian’s latest threat and the way Professor Damien Vale had looked at my short skirt yesterday, something reckless woke up inside me. I wanted to be seen. Really seen, especially by him. So I chose my outfit deliberately this morning, a tight, deep V-neck top that plunged dangerously low, the kind of top I’d never dared wear before. My breasts were almost fully exposed, the soft curves on full display with every movement. Paired with the same short skirt from yesterday, I felt powerful, dangerous and alive. My heart pounded as I walked into Professor Damien Vale’s class. The room went noticeably quieter. Heads turned and whispers started immediately.Sophia and Lila were already in the front row. Sophia’s eyes widened, then narrowed with vicious delight. “Oh my God,” she said loudly, laughing. “Look at Blake trying to cosplay as a stripper. Did you lose a bet, or are you just that desperate for attention?” Lila joined in, cackling. “Those things a