Your bestie cannot believe it.

"Holy fvck," she says. "Dr Anthony, our Psychology lecturer was your hot one-night stand last night?"**

"Yeah, I know, it's messed up. I didn't know he was-" You are trying to say when Bestie interrupts.

"He is gorgeous!" She tells you and you groan out in frustration. She literally has no idea what you're going through right now.

"Do you think I would have brought him home ifl had known?" You ask her.

"Well, next time, you'll make an effort to know which lecturers are taking you for the semester and what they look like beforehand... especially if they look this gorgeous," your bestie says, giggling.

"But I don't know why you're worried. He doesn't look like he recognized you."

You console yourself with that.

"Miss Y/N?" The lecturer says and your head snaps up as a cold sweat covers you.

"I hope you do not plan to have your class from under the desk?" He continues in a flat voice. You scramble to your feet.

"No sir. I'm sorry sir," you say, embarrassed, as eveyone turns to you. You sit quietly in your desk, trying to maintain absolute composure.

"Stay back after this class," hs tells you. And that is when you realize that you're screwed. And anticipation wells up in your stomach, because you want to get screwed... by him again.

After the lecture, you stay back in class as everyone else leaves. And then he approaches you and sits on your desk, deep dark eyes on you as you sit in your chair.

You squirm under that intense gaze. "You thought I wouldn't recognize you?" He asks. And then he leans down to your face with just an inch of space between your lips.