Jayden Cross lies about his age for one reckless night with a devastatingly controlled older man.
It was supposed to be anonymous.
No names.
No strings.
No consequences.
The next morning, that man walks into his lecture hall
“Good morning. I’m Professor Roman Ashford.”
Now the one-night stand is grading his papers.
Roman is divorced, respected, and obsessed with control.
Jayden is reckless, shameless, and very hard to ignore.
They should stay away from each other.
They don’t.
Jealous classmates start whispering.
An anonymous complaint hits the Dean’s office.
Rumors spread across campus.
Roman has everything to lose.
Jayden has nothing to protect except the one man who refuses to stop looking at him.
“You don’t have to call me Sir.”
Jayden smiles.
“That’s not the problem.”

The sunlight filtered gently through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting the room in soft gold tones. Jay's eyes flickered open slowly, adjusting to the brightness and the lingering warmth beside him. He was still tangled in Roman's arms, the scent of him heavy in the air, mixed with faint traces of the cake and wine from last night's birthday chaos. Every inch of his body still carried the evidence of Roman's claim dark hickeys trailing across his neck, chest, and shoulders, a reminder of the night they had spent together in an intimacy that left both of them exhausted and satisfied. His skin tingled wherever Roman's fingers had pressed or trailed, and Jay's stomach flipped at the thought of those touches.


Chapter 28 - 28:Morning Light and Promises