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“Maybe it’s because you want me to be him.”

I shake my head, barely having the energy to do so. “No, I don’t.”

“Okay, little liar.” His chuckle shakes my body. “I don’t believe you.”

Even though it’s wrong, I want Evan Whitmore more than I’ve ever wanted another man.

CHAPTER 22

Evan

“You’re smug today,” Trent says beside me. His light brown hair glints with highlights as we head toward the Alistair P. Whitmore Social Sciences building. It’s a gorgeous yet chilly day, the sun shining brightly, making the campus sparkle with life. Perfect first day of class weather.

I grin at Trent, lifting my coffee cup in the air. “Why wouldn’t I be? Everything is falling into place.”

A shit-eating grin spreads across his face. “Did you do it?”

I glance around, making sure we’re alone. “Yup.” I grin at the memory of drugging her coffee with sleeping pills last night.

I don’t tell him I read her diary while she was out. Or that I carried her to bed, then slipped between her legs, slid her panties over, and ate her pussy until she came all over my face. Then I beat off until I shot my load all over her stomach.

I went to bed with a satisfied smile on my face, knowing Lexi was covered in my cum.

This morning, I jizzed in her shampoo while I showered, marking my territory like a dog.

“How about the cameras with sound? Did you test them out yet?”

A shit-eating grin spreads over my face. “They work exceptionally well.” Once in bed, I watched the video of me eating Lexi’s pussy. Her whimpers of pleasure were so fucking seductive that I nearly beat off a second time.

I can’t wait to do it again.

“I’d pay money to see Lexi’s face when she walks into her PSY 101 class in…” he flips his wrist, eying the Apple Watch on his wrist. “Fifty minutes.” He shakes his head, begrudging respect in his eyes. “I’ve gotta admit. I didn’t think you could pull this off.”

“Never doubt me.” A smug grin curls my lips as we head up the building’s steps. “Money talks, Mr. Walsh.”

Trent busts out laughing. “Okay, Professor Whitmore.” He pulls the door open, gesturing for me to go inside.

I nod at a few students who wave and call my name as we approach the classroom. Adrenaline thrums through my veins. I can’t wait to spend the next fifteen weeks torturing Lexi. “I call it drive and dedication.”

“Don’t forget power and control.” He looks at my custom-made gray dress pants and black button-down shirt. “I almost feel bad for her.”

I look at him like he’s lost his goddamn mind. “Why the fuck would you feel sorry for her? She wants me.”

Stepping inside the empty classroom, we move toward the podium. “You should’ve heard her screaming my name in the woods as I pounded her into oblivion.” Reaching down, I adjust my trousers, which have grown tighter around my hardening dick. “I was slightly sore afterward. I don’t remember that ever happening.”

He raises his brows, holding his hand up for a high five. “Now that’s what I’m talking about.”

I slap his hand, a wide grin on my face. “Man, her pussy is perfect.” Lifting my coffee cup to my lips, I take a few long sips, needing the caffeine and sugar circling in my veins for the epicmeltdown that will happen the second my bellissima steps inside the room.

“What if she tries to drop the class?”

My grin grows. I set my cup on the podium. “She can’t. No other sections of PSY 101 are open, and she needs this class for her major. It’s a prerequisite for all other Psych classes. Plus, her academic advisor won’t let her. Remember, you must get your advisor to adjust your schedule your first semester here?”

“Why wouldn’t her advisor… Oh, shit. It’s you?” He laughs and slaps my shoulder. “You’re a fucking genius.”

I shrug. “Just doing my job. If you teach, you must advise.”

“Man, I need you to get me an adjunct teaching job so I can be Sophia’s advisor.”

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