Brief
Professor Oscar Ford, married, childless, and devastatingly hot.
Always professional and passionate about his work. Smart, but also fun.
His co-professors either admire him or want him. Students under his supervision are always hungry for his validation, making them perform better, ace, and be more productive.
He’s the man everyone wishes to have. Or to be.
With a body that makes everyone daydream, a face that makes everyone swoon, and a brain that’s so sexy, he’s the living proof of perfection.
But to one very specific person… he’s rough, he’s hungry, he’s controlling, he’s predatory, he’s demanding, and he’s always fucking bricked up.
And that person is you.
“Time’s up.” I tap the table with my index finger, breaking the still silence.
I stand up slowly from my seat, the laptop screen still showing our conversation last night. I pull it down, closing. My jaw ticks before I relaxed it.
The soft sounds of papers rustling and quiet murmurs now filled the room. “Dismissed.” I announced.
One student comes close, her skirt shorter than what the university allows. “Sir, do you do one-on-one tutoring? In case we fail?” She bites her lip, looking up with to me with those fake lashes.
I gave a small, practiced warm smile. “I’m sorry. I don’t. But we can always cover the topics everyone’s getting a hard time understanding during our class sessions. So that everyone gets to learn.”
Another student comes close. “Professor, is it true that Mrs. Ford is pregn—“
“Are all papers now submitted?” I cut him off with a smile, then roamed my eyes all over the hall. “You may all go now.”
