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Ian’s POV

Sophia Anderson had failed her test once again. Today was the sixth week of resumption and she had failed her test, for the fifth time. She wasn’t the only one doing bad, but I had asked her other lecturers over and over again and they had assured me that she was a bright student and she was doing very well.

And it was very weird and suspicious for a student who has been doing excellently in everyone subject, to be doing terribly in mine.

It was seeming like I had no choice but to call her and speak to her. I just didn’t know how I was going to reach her. This wasn’t like secondary school where the teachers could just go to whatever class she was and tell her they wanted to see her.

There was no way I’d be able to find her that easily. Not in a college as big as this. She could be anywhere. Or she could be back at her dorm.

Although I knew that there was a class she had after mine. And that lecturer happened to be a pal of mine. If she was in his class, then I’d be able to get to speak to her today. If not, I’d have to wait till next week.

I couldn’t believe that I was actually taking Mike’s advice. If he knew that I was, he’d be gloating. And I didn’t want his ego growing the size of his head.

I picked up my phone and texted the Lecturer to tell Sophia Anderson to come to my office if she was in his class. If he asked why I was doing that, then I’d simply tell him that it was because she was failing my class and I needed to know why. That wasn’t exactly a lie.

I got up from my chair and walked to the window of my office, staring outside. I also needed to think with my head and not my dick. I needed to be able to get through this meeting with her without fucking her. If I fucked her and anyone found out about that…well there wasn’t any CCTV cameras in the offices but what if someone heard her?

Giving in to my urge and fucking her was one thing, but fucking her in my office was another. We could easily get caught and we’d both be punished. I didn’t want her to get punished because I couldn’t control my dick. But then it was hard to control my dick when it came to her.

I ran my hands through my hair and turned around. My phone made a sound and I walked to it then picked it up. I had a text from the lecturer I had texted. “Already sending her to you,” he had replied. Which meant she would been in front of my office very soon.

I needed to appear calm and unaffected. Why should I be affected? She was the one with failing grades.

I ran my hands through my hair and sat on my chair when I hear a knock on my door. “Come in,” I answered gruffly. I wasn’t really looking forward to seeing her.

The door opened and her scent hit me instantly. Vanilla. Sweet.

“Professor Grant? You…called?” She said slowly, staring at her feet while I stared at her.

“Yes, I told your lecturer I wanted to speak to you,” I answered her with a nod.

“Is there any problem?” She asked in the same slow manner. I could hear her heart, beating very fast just because she was in my presence. She had every right to be scared or nervous actually. Not for the reasons she had in her mind. But because I was a predator and I preyed on her kind.

She was dressed in a simple shirt and skirt, the place I marked her covered up. Her hair was in a ponytail today.

“You’ve been failing your tests,” I answered at last.

“Failing my tests?” She repeated, finally raising her head to look at me. She looked like she could comprehend what I was saying.

“Yes, Miss Anderson. You’ve been failing your tests,” I answered flatly. I inhaled again and her scent wafted through my senses. Fuck. She was really distracting me. Her scent…my body had learned to react to it. I just didn’t know if it’s reaction was positive or bad in the current situation of things.

“I’m sorry about that,” she answered, meeting my eyes. Her green eyes were like a shade darker today as she stared at me. “Is there anything I can do to rectify that?”

“I don’t know, maybe reading your books and not being distracted is what you can do to help? They’re your grades, not mine,” I reminded her.

“If you keep this up,” I continued. “It’s going to affect your gpa and if it’s low then you know what will happen.”

“You talk like I’m failing on purpose,” she said with a slight frown. “I’m not failing on purpose. It’s not my fault I’m distracted, Mr Grant.”

“And whose fault it that?” I asked. “Mine?”

“Yes,” she answered flatly. “You need to stop acting like you can’t remember anything that happened that night, for God’s sake. You do remember. I know you do,” She said.

I got hard instantly, thinking about that. And the way she shifted on her feet and squeezed her thighs, suggested that she felt the same way. She was turned on.

“We can’t talk about that now,” I said lowly.

“And why not?” She answered, talking a bold step forward. My nostrils flared. “You’ve been ignoring me for the past six week and acting like you don’t know me at all. I was almost starting to believe that you didn’t know me. So it was all an act?”

“Yes, Sophia. It was all an act. Do you know what the could do to me and you if they found out about us?” I reminded her.

“I don’t care,” she breathed out. “I can’t get you out of my head. Is that my fault too?”

I stared at her for a moment. It took all of my self control to not use my vamp speed and go to her. I got up from my chair and walked to her, grabbing her by the waist and slamming my lips down on hers.