Page 112 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 1
"Professor Hunter, please. That's my only secret. You know everything about me now. You can trust me. It's still me. It's just two years difference. Two years is nothing."
"It's not the age. It's that you lied to me."
"If I had told you that first night, you could have reported me to the dean. I would have been kicked out of school."
"I never would have done that."
"But it's your job."
"I don't care about my job! I care about you. I had a crush on you. It took every ounce of control I had to not lift up that short, sparkly skirt you were wearing and have my way with you right there in the middle of campus."
"I didn't know that. All I knew was that I was drinking underage and I had a crush on my professor. I was so out of my comfort zone. I didn't know what to do."
"Well you should have told me."
"I know, and I'm sorry."
I reached for his face, but he pushed my hand away. "I thought you were different. I let myself fall for you, even though I knew better."
My stomach churned. "I've fallen for you too."
He ran his hand through his hair. "The things I've done to you. If I had known you were a teenager I wouldn't have..."
"Don't say that. Don't take away what we have. I love you." I was choking on my words. "Professor Hunter, I love you. I love you so much."
Professor Hunter looked distraught. "Penny, you don't know what love is." He pushed me off his lap.
"You promised you wouldn't get mad."
"Damn it, Penny! You made me believe that this was real. I let myself dream about a future with you. We only had to wait two semesters. I wanted to be with you. But six? Six semesters?"
I couldn't stop my tears. "Stop using the past tense."
"What do you expect, Penny? You waited a whole month to tell me. Why didn't you just tell me when we first started dating?"
"That's exactly why. Because we had only just started dating. And I'm obsessed with you. I knew you'd be mad. I knew that you'd leave me. I wanted to have you as long as possible."
"That's not an excuse. If you had believed what we had was real, telling me your age wouldn't have mattered."
"So what we have isn't real then?"
Professor Hunter stood up and rubbed his hands across his face again. "What finally gave you the nerve to tell me the truth?"
"Because it was the only thing holding me back from happiness."
"That's a selfish reason."
"I know. But I never meant to hurt you."
"Well you did."
"I'm so sorry."
Professor Hunter went to his closet and pulled a shirt on. "I'm going out."
"Where? Professor Hunter, it's late. Please stay. We can try to work this out. Don't walk away from what we have."
"I'll be at a bar so that you can't follow me. Or do you have a fake I.D. too?"
