Page 277 of In Love with a Cruel Billionaire

Hard. Fast. Loud.

And it was beautiful.

Him

THE PROFESSOR WANTEDto give himself a good, hard kick to the head.

With his dick finally finding respite, his mind was lucid again, and the enormity of his mistake had just hit him like a punch to the guts.

What the fuck had he been thinking?

His gaze strayed to where she stood, and the sight of her naked and smiling at him with innocence and optimism made Matthijs feel murderous with self-loathing.

Ah, if only one could kill himself without committing a mortal sin...

Turning away, he said brusquely, "Cover yourself, will you?"

Diana was stunned and confused, the callousness of the professor's words making her feel cheap and stupid. She could feel her eyes stinging at having to pick up her underwear from the floor, and getting dressed became an exercise of excruciating agony. She found herself scrambling for some sense of control as she slipped into her sweater.

Stay calm. Don't overreact. See if you've misunderstood.

But when Diana finally mustered the courage to meet his gaze, what she found had her feeling sick. His beautiful face was cold and unsmiling, but it was his eyes that sliced into her.

They were the eyes of a stranger, and bile rose to her throat.

No. It can't be. It just can't.

She couldn't have misread.

She couldn't have misjudged.

She couldn't have been such a fool.

"P-Professor?"Please. Please. Please.

It had to be a mistake.

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