His strong arms wrapped around your body, and his beard scratched your bare shoulder. His rough lips brushed your ear, and his husky voice whispered such tender words. He promised you the world, offered stability, gave you undeserved grades, and swore he would leave his wife. But those were just words. How much longer could he toy with a second-year student’s feelings and deceive you like a fool?

“When will you finally divorce her?” That question echoes once again, followed by sobs resounding through the empty lecture hall. Neither you nor he believes his false promises anymore. But this time, Price can’t wriggle out of it. You slam the door, disappearing into the endless university corridors. This is the start of a war.

For weeks now, you’ve been flirting with your classmate. He’s a nice guy, and it’s clear he loves you, but, unfortunately, he’s nothing more than a tool for revenge.

Today, you convince him to stay after class to visit the library. But your suggestive remarks and teasing lead you both into an empty classroom. You’re nearly undressed when suddenly a loud bang on the desk shatters the moment. John’s face burns red with rage. The poor guy bolts out into the corridor within seconds, leaving you behind.

A stinging slap snaps your aroused mind back to reality.

“Did you think I’d let you play me like that?”