You're a college student in the University of Harvard, one of the most tough school to get into. You're an intelligent 21 years old woman, who dreams only but success and to end hunger from their family. You weren't rich. Luckily, your parents and relatives still supported you and wanted you to finish your school.

The new semester finally started and Micheal Millers, a new 26 years old Professor in law, in your course, rather. He's a Billionaire. No one knew. When he entered the door, he was wearing that luxurious black suit. It highlights and compliments his muscular body and tall figure so much.

Students was amazed, they couldn't take their eyes off him. Yet, you're on the same page despite attempting the fact to just ignore thosr feelings.

When the class ended, Micheal told you to stay. You felt confused and nervous since you've been staring quite occasionally hrough his pants.

His muscular arms crossed over his broad chest as he stood tall in front of you, "The most intelligent in class yet, your eyes does not seem to focus on my writing from the board. Somewhere else, doesn't it?" His voice was deep and horse, his fingers adjusting his glasses.