The Alpha Professor's Dark Obsession

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mismatched pieces. Even my throat felt dry and scratchy. I blinked against the early morning sunlight and tried to make s

rm skin. But it

is face was calm, peaceful even. But it was undeniable-he was devastatingly handsome. Messy and curl

fuc

ght came flooding back. The party. The drinks. Nate hadn't been able to come, so I'd gone w

n horror. All I could do was hold the bed cover t

storm cloud. For a moment, he looked at me with a small smile formin

tle sense I had left.

sion of last night, I seemed to have flung them all over the place. Shirt was hanging from t

ants, throwing them on haphazardly. I couldn

e. "You don't remember what

pond. I didn'

to escape into the hallway, leaving him

***

te's calls and texts, because of the guilt eating at me. I convinced myself

lege, trying to blend into the crowd. "Cassie!" My friend Lau

ed, clutching m

? Professor

barely regist

ot a new Hist

I said absentmindedly as

ed me, pointing to t

owed he

art st

was

in my bed. My one-night stand was stand

its axis as my mind raced to connect the dots. Wh

cut through my spirali

the room had gone sile

eyes locked onto mine, and I f

mered, sinking

he had that morning.

into an eternity. I couldn't focus on anything except him-his voice, his movemen

gathered my things, ready

is voice called

my stomach twisting

ll you?" He snapped and s

n eyebrow. "What

uttered, forcin

wasn't

***

ebating whether to run or face whatever this was.

come in, C

he know I

the name tab on his desk: Professor Marcus. He was sitting behind a large desk, papers scattered in front of him. S

s nothing if

t looking up from his papers.

bar of chocolate, melting in the middle. I op

e the

tch felt final, like

meeting my eyes. That smirk was

, trying to keep my voice

roaching me. His hands were dug into his pockets, which inadvertently

. His hand suddenly reached out and tucked a stray strand of my hair behind my ear, and his f

h, I shot backwards, breaking the connectio

ot remember the night we shared two weeks ago? D

want it!" I

d back to his desk and retrieved an envelope from hi

sked, hesitating be

it, Cas

open. Inside was something that looked like a contract

sed to mean?" I aske

l find out

ixing with frustration. "If

ing?" His tone was sharp

d, clutching the

said, leaning b

if I

n't reach his eyes. "T

walk out and never look back. But something in his gaze held me

s if I sign?"

d. "Your life cha