Chapter 3 The Double Shocker!

~Sierra~

Throughout the ride home in a taxi, and now alighting from my convertible which I'd parked in my designated spot in the college citadel, my hand still stung from the effect of the slap I gave him, but it was nothing compared to the pain seared through me like hot coals, coupled with self-disgust which actually made things worse.

Tears dropped from my eyes and all I could do was wipe them away, willing my composure to snap in place before I would alight. The first day of school shouldn't find my face all gloomy and pathetic.

Being that I was the center of attention in the whole college, that wouldn't be a good look

I hastily wiped the traces of tears off my face, but the bitterness was still rooted beneath my chest.

I shouldn't have gone to that party.

Staring at the gold wristwatch, a soft gasp escaped my lips at the realization that I had a couple of minutes in here before my first lecture would start.

"I swear, if I ever set my eyes on Brianna, I'm going to kill her!" Fuming, I stepped out of my car and slammed the door shut with a force that had the few students lounging by the parking lot glance my way.

I resisted the urge to squirm, telling my sabotaging self that the event of last night wasn't seared on my forehead. I trudged out of the parking lot, my stinging hand tightening on the straps of my backpack.

In all honesty, I wasn't ready for the day's lecture.

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My feet screeched to a halt as I entered the almost -filled lecture hall, already five minutes late, when I caught sight of a familiar back. So familiar that I couldn't help thinking back to the well-muscled back of the psycho that stuck his fingers down my core.

A shudder shot through me, and I chided myself to stop imagining things and get to my seat.

"Do you perhaps need an entourage or a red carpet to usher you to your seat, young lady?" The familiar voice hit me like a thunderbolt, forcing my lips to fall apart as I glanced up to meet his gaze. I ignored the soft snickers and chuckles that crowned the entire hall as my eyes widened.

"Gracious loving hell!!" I mentally screamed.

In a well-tailored black pair of pants and a navy blue dress shirt, he looked hella hot to be the new investigative Journalism professor everyone was buzzing about.

And those full lips that curled into a cynical smirk should have made my stomach boil with anger not pulse with desire.

I gulped, totally surprised and angry at myself for being that affected by him. The last time I checked, he was the one who took advantage of me.

"Young lady..." He called again, or should I say, growled.

My attention snapped back in place, and I paused my inventorying of his toned, muscular physique to glance into his face.

"Are you supposed to be in this class, or are you lost?" The snickers grew with his sarcastic statement and I felt heat creep up my cheeks.

Oh come on... where's the badass, confident Sierra Douglas— the daughter of the Dean?

Squaring my shoulders, I willed my confident, bitchy personality to snap into place as I held his gaze.

"Sure, I am... professor." I clenched my teeth at having to address him by that after he violated me. "This is my lecture hall, the last I checked."

His eyes widened in surprise, heat radiating off of them. I tried not to squirm under his gaze, reminding myself that I was the one wronged here, even when he kept claiming I begged him for it.

Finally, he nodded. "Then go find your seat, Miss..." His voice trailed off in a questioning gesture as I attempted to walk across him.

That made me temporarily pause to look at myself. And that's when I found his gaze trailing up and down my tall frame.

Well, he was so much taller, which left him towering over me.

"Miss Douglas." I supplied just as his gaze finally slid up to meet my gaze. I saw the hint of surprise in his gaze at my response.

Then I finally took my seat in the front row, super convinced that I was fucked.

Here, I thought I could get through the rest of the day without losing my sanity, but heck, the thought of having the same man who fucked me— and I ended up slapping him— as my professor...

That was maddening enough.

His magnetic green eyes rested on me with that cynical smile in place, and I knew right then...I was already damned.

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Without waiting around for Brianna, I drove home as fast as my convertible could let me.

My hands on the steering wheel were greatly shaken, and so was the rest of my body. My clit throbbed, but I couldn't tell if it was from the aphrodisiac that was almost wearing off or watching his powerful large frame pace the podium, and his husky, raspy voice, enunciating his words as though they were exclusively meant for him.

The whole class was already buzzing with his commanding presence. Girls drooled at the sight of him, each fighting so hard to gain his attention.

"Oh, God!!" I screamed into my room as soon as I slammed the door shut and flopped myself on the bed, more than relieved to be away from the four walls of the lecture hall. And far away from him.

Was that how it was going to be right now? Me being scared of going to classes which had always been one of my hobbies_ if not the only hobby?

The shrill ringing of my phone dragged me out of my thoughts. When I glanced at it, a hiss tore through me. Who else if not Brianna?

I pressed the red icon with a furious biting of my lips, causing the phone to bounce against the bed

"So not in the mood to talk to you," I grumbled, springing to my feet to strip off my leggings and tank top.

I needed a cold shower to calm my raging hormones. Somehow, the tears had stopped flooding, but another flood had been unleashed downward. And heck, it was so frustrating.

"Sierra!!" My father's voice sounded right outside my door. "Dinner in ten minutes. I have a special guest."

Now clad in only my panties and bra, I let out a deep sigh. "Great."

Amongst my possible to-do list for this evening, Dad's mini business dinner or meeting with other colleagues in college was so not one of them.

Guess that shower was highly needed, right about now.

Several minutes later, I stepped out of my room, freshly scented and clad in my denim skirt and crop top, my flip-flop feet padding towards the stairs.

But just as I descended the first stair, the entrance door was opened by one of the housekeepers and someone walked in.

I blinked rapidly, my lips falling inches apart.

"You've got to be kidding me!”