Ohhh, how I love romance stories filled with love and spicy scenes. They make me go crazy and causes me to imagine myself in them.
The way the male leads are always obsessed with the female leads. The way they would do anything to protect and cherish them. Treating them like the queens they are. I want that too. Someone to love and obsess over me but, unfortunately... I'm the one who's obsessed.
I'm obsessed about my professor. Who wouldn't be? He looks too good for his age and he's a sweetheart. The first time I met him was at the food court. Some jerk bumbed into me causing my takeaways to fall with me.
As my eyes fluttered open, I found myself gazing into the intense, ice-blue eyes of Professor Hart. His dark, tousled black hair framed a face that was both ruggedly handsome and fiercely intelligent. The way the light caught his sharp jawline and high cheekbones made my heart race. His lips, slightly parted, were full and inviting, promising a world of forbidden pleasures.
His strong, tanned hands gripped my arms firmly as he helped me to my feet, his touch sending electric shocks through my body. I could feel the strength in his juicy muscles, the power barely contained beneath his tailored suit. The scent of his cologne, a heady mix of sandalwood and spice, enveloped her, making me dizzy with desire.
Ever since that day. I wanted... No... Needed him more. Everyday, after his class I would be the last to remain then ask for help with content I understood really well. I even went as far as failing his classes to make it more convincing. I would book consultations regularly just so I could have him all to me privately. I would wear provocative clothes under my jacket then take it off but, he never looked my way or noticed my advances towards him.
It was so obvious as to why he wouldn't. He was married, with two kids. His ring was always on. Big and silver, trapping him. Telling me he's taken. That never stopped anyone from cheating though and that won't stop me either. I want him and I will get him.