I spent twenty-one years as a certified, one-hundred-percent straight girl with an unapologetic weakness for six-pack gym bros.
But with a catastrophic 1.98 GPA dragging her to the brink of academic expulsion, Melita is forced into the custody of P’Zen—the smoking-hot, razor-sharp Academic Chair who spends her days buried in heavy textbooks and wearing a permanent icy scowl.
Melita swore she would grit her teeth, endure the grueling drills, and get the hell out. But having an untouchable, gorgeous senior within arm’s reach—intoxicated by her clean, subtle scent and those pouty pink lips practically begging to be bitten—started stirring a dangerous itch she couldn't scratch.
What began as a petty scheme to mess with the stoic perfectionist spiraled into an obsession that had Melita crashing at Zen’s luxury condo nearly every night.
"P’Zen… I thought we agreed this was just to blow off steam? Why are you pulling me in for another kiss?"
"Because a certain brat over here looks too damn appetizing."
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