Tutor by Day, Mrs. by Night
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Four years of scholarships. Four years of straight A's. Four years with Leo—my first love, my forever. I thought I had it all figured out. Study hard, graduate, build a life with the boy who promised me the world. Except the world he promised me was a lie.
Because why is my broke boyfriend wearing a designer suit in a restaurant I couldn't afford in ten lifetimes? And why is he kissing a girl dripping in diamonds?
Heartbreak tastes like betrayal. But I don't have time to fall apart—I have a lesson to teach. Sophia Voss, daughter of Wall Street's most elusive billionaire, is waiting.
What I don't expect? Her father, Elias Voss, cornering me in his room. His thumb catching my tears, tilting my chin up until I'm drowning in those gray eyes.
"He's a fool," he murmurs, his breath warm against my temple. "A boy who couldn't see the woman right in front of him."
His hand slides to my waist. My resistance crumbles. Then he leans in, his lips brushing my ear:
"You're so tight, Miss Reed. Perfect."
Wait—is he talking about my teaching? Or something else entirely?
One night becomes one mistake becomes his mouth claiming mine, growling, "Marry me."
By day, I'm still her tutor. By night? I'll be Mrs. Voss.
Some lessons happen after hours—and my new husband grades on a curve.
Because why is my broke boyfriend wearing a designer suit in a restaurant I couldn't afford in ten lifetimes? And why is he kissing a girl dripping in diamonds?
Heartbreak tastes like betrayal. But I don't have time to fall apart—I have a lesson to teach. Sophia Voss, daughter of Wall Street's most elusive billionaire, is waiting.
What I don't expect? Her father, Elias Voss, cornering me in his room. His thumb catching my tears, tilting my chin up until I'm drowning in those gray eyes.
"He's a fool," he murmurs, his breath warm against my temple. "A boy who couldn't see the woman right in front of him."
His hand slides to my waist. My resistance crumbles. Then he leans in, his lips brushing my ear:
"You're so tight, Miss Reed. Perfect."
Wait—is he talking about my teaching? Or something else entirely?
One night becomes one mistake becomes his mouth claiming mine, growling, "Marry me."
By day, I'm still her tutor. By night? I'll be Mrs. Voss.
Some lessons happen after hours—and my new husband grades on a curve.
