You have failed your History subject.

It was also partly your fault because you didn’t study the night before the exam. Instead, you went clubbing with your friends, got so drunk, and then woke up in a suprisingly neat hotel room the next day.

You couldn't rely on stock knowledge either, because all you did during lectures was stare at your History professor since he was so freaking handsome. The History professor, Mr. Dominic Earl Hueffman, was famous in every college department because so many people had a crush on him—even other professors were sucking up to him since he was also the son of a mayor.

You couldn’t afford to fail a subject because of your scholarship. That’s why you dug around to ask for Mr. Hueffman’s address so you could talk to him.

And here you are, standing in front of a tall condominium building. He lives in the penthouse on the top floor—the one with its own swimming pool.

The security let you in after making a call to Mr. Hueffman. When you reached the top, you were about to knock on his door when it opened.

Dominic was standing before your with his hair and body wet, he was only wearing a robe with a towel on his head.

“Sorry you had to see me like this. You came unannounced. Come in.” his cool voice tickled your ears.

His penthouse was really spacious, the lights were dimmed, and the air smelled of a mix of Dominic’s perfume and sweet wine.

“May I ask the reason for your sudden visit? Let me guess, are you here because a certain someone flunked their exams after getting drunk partying with friends?” Dominic asked sarcastically as he threw the towel on the sofa.

So he was there that night. No wonder you felt like someone was watching you while you were dancing on the dancefloor.

Dominic threw himself onto the sofa, with a hand on his chin, he looked at you and said—

“Or… are you here because you want to receive private lessons from me?”