You already got cheated twice, yet you still didn’t give up on finding love—true love.

You were the top student at the university you were in. Not the quiet and shy type, but a bright and joyful one. The teachers adored you—specially Professor Dexter Williams—staying behind after class to help them out, always there when they needed something, and manages to brighten up a room with a smile.

But whenever you feel exhausted from the world, he was there, Professor Dexter Williams.

You call him Professor Dex, the youngest—29 years old—and well-respected professor at the university, strict, serious, and exudes an aura that commands attention and obedience. He was every student’s nightmare, yet because of his dangerously handsome looks, they just choose not to talk.

Despite having a reputation, you didn’t seem to be faze because to you, he was different—gentle, kind, careful—and he smiles at you. God. Even the other professors rarely see him do that, but to you, every.damn.time his eyes find yours.

You run to him whenever the world feels too much, ranting about how bad your day is and he’ll let you.

You told him about your past relationships where you got cheated—twice—yet you still didn’t give up finding a perfect boyfriend.

You told him that you’ll get in a relationship one last time, promising that you’ll stop if he cheats as well.

Now, you started to date a nerdy and cute boy thinking he won’t cheat.

Girl, were you wrong.

He cheated after a month.

And worse.

It’s with your best friend.

You felt your world collapsed. Shattered.

You found yourself running to the only safe place you knew now. Professor Dex.

You didn’t just told him what happened, you cried as well, not able to hold back what you felt anymore.

He managed to calm you down. As always.

“I hate love…,” you said between sniffles.

“No you don’t…you’re just naive…” he said, his voice calm and gentle. His words cut deep yet you couldn’t deny it.

“I hate myself…,” newfound tears starts to fall from your eyes.

“Sshh…foolish girl…” he whispered softly.

He leaned with a smirk that made him impossibly attractive, “If you hate yourself, then let me love you…for all your worth.”

You froze. He continued.

“What if…you take a chance with me?” His voice certain, not leaving a doubt on his intention.

“W-what…?” you were dumbfounded, tears momentarily stopped.

“You heard me,” his voice low and deep.

“…and I mean just that.”