Page 280 of In Love with a Cruel Billionaire

Something splattered against her fingers, and it was only then she realized she was crying.

"You're right." Diana closed her eyes, and the tears fell harder. "He's not that kind of asshole." He was just someone who thought she was good enough for a ten-minute sex game...and nothing else.

Him

THE PROFESSOR COULDN'Tbelieve what he was seeing.

A pale, stiff figure sat on the front row, dark bags under her eyes, and hands tightly clasped over her desk.

Diana.

It had been two days since she had stood naked in his office, two days since he had done his best to humiliate her into wanting to despise the mere thought of him.Two days. Two fucking days he hadn't been able to get the sight of her dull, lifeless eyes out of his mind, and when he wasn't fucking thinking of her, he was fucking dreaming of her.

In the past forty-eight hours, there had been countless times he had almost succumbed to his desperation and guilt. Countless times he had already punched in her number on his phone, and all he had to do was hit theCallbutton.

But he hadn't.

Because for once in his goddamned life, he was doing his best to be good.

And the only good thing to do whereshewas concerned was to stay the fuck away.

So why the fuck are you still in my class, mijn obsessie?

With hell's greatest temptation seated just a few damn feet away, his sacrifice was turned into ashes, and a stampede of emotions he hadn't felt a long time was threatening to make his chest explode from within.

Fear. Helplessness. Despair.

But none of it was as terrifying as the hope that had started to flicker, and he was now internally scrambling to extinguish.

Because of her, he was weak again, and the truth made him furious. With her. With himself. With the whole fucking world. Damn her. Goddamn her for making him weak and forcing his hand.

Goddamn her for leaving him no choice, with only one way for him to be strong again.

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