His Forbidden Model: The Professor's Obsession
There was nothing inappropriate about it, yet I found myself suddenly aware of every movement I made, every breath I took.
After a moment, he leaned back slightly in his chair.
“Tell me something.”
My fingers tightened around the strap of my bag.
“What?”
His gaze never left mine.
“Does the phrase ‘the worst kind of betrayal comes from the people you trust most’ mean anything to you?”
For a second, I simply stared at him.
I knew those words. Not because I’d heard them somewhere before, but because I’d said them.
The memory hit me without warning—a crowded bar, a half-empty glass in my hand, anger sitting like poison in my chest. Jason’s face flashed through my mind, followed by the humiliatio
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