Page 268 of In Love with a Cruel Billionaire

The thought, forbidden but inevitable, came out of the blue, and his teeth gnashed as lust turned his pants into a tight-squeezing torture. When the professor realized he was still holding on to the girl's waist, he removed his hands from her person with a muttered curse.

She heard this, of course, and it had her eat-you, eat-me eyes blink at him in hurt bewilderment.

Oh no, you fucking don't.

His jaw clenched against an instinctive desire to pull the girl close and soothe her pain with his mouth and hands. His dick might not care about what his mind knew, and it was that this girl was a fuckable disaster waiting to happen - but no goddamn way was he going downon herwithout a fight.

"I'm s-sorry—-"

FUCK. FUCK.FUCK.

Her voice was soft and trembling, and since it was also just the way he liked it, he cut her off brusquely and spoke in a low voice filled with contempt. "Just watch where you're damn going next time. You can't have everyone wasting their time saving idiots like you."

Her

Diana was dumbstruck.

She wasn't brainless as a rule, but the beautiful man in front of her was doing a fantastic job at making her wonder if she had overestimated her own IQ. He had called her an idiot, for heaven's sake - and here she was, struggling to make her vocal chords work. "Uh..." But words still failed her, and when she nervously wetted her lips, she saw Mr. Furious grow, well, even more furious.

Help me, Saint M.

Why was this man so mad, and why did he affect her so even when he was so unbearably rude?

Before she could figure out what to say or do next, Mr. Furious was already turning away, and her last glimpse of his hard, handsome face was the way his lips had compressed together in icy contempt.

Seeing this hurt, but she was at a loss to explain why. Masculine beauty wasn't something she was unfamiliar with. One could say she had become immune to it even, with her own brother Damen often likened to a Greek god, as were all of his friends.

And yet...

Mr. Furious was different.

No.

Mr. Furious was the one.

No.

Mr. Furious was an encounter, Diana told herself determinedly, one she wasn't even certain she would add to her diary, and that was all. She absently righted the strap of her bag over her shoulder as she turned back towards the school—-

Oh my God.

School!

A gasp of dismay escaped her when she saw the time. She was more than ten minutes late now, and if there had been the slightest chance earlier of slipping into the classroom unnoticed, well, not anymore.

Just the thought of having everyone's heads turning towards her was enough to make Diana flinch, and she knew it could get even worse,easily.She could be made to stand in front of the whole class, made to talk and explain herself...

Diana shuddered in fear.

No, never.

She would just call in sick this time. It was only once anyway. It shouldn't be a problem.Right?

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