Riley POV
“I wasn’t supposed to want him.
But failing his class wasn’t the only thing ruining me.”
Final year. One semester left, and my CGPA was a pathetic 2.0 because of Professor Jax Monroe’s advanced literature seminar. The man was a campus legend. Tall, ripped, thirty-eight, with a reputation for f*****g his way through the hottest students while grading like a god. Rumors said he had a c**k that could ruin lives. I needed a 4.0 overall, or I was kissing my scholarship goodbye and crawling back to my dead-end hometown.
I’d been on the pill religiously since sophomore year. No accidents, no drama. I wore my tightest black skirt, a white blouse unbuttoned just enough to show the lace of my push-up bra, and strutted into his office hours like I owned the place.
“Professor Monroe,”
