Cassandra's POVThe contract in my hands felt heavier than it should have. I stared at the words on the page, but the words didn't make any more sense to me. Across the desk, the professor leaned back in his chair, his sharp gray eyes fixed on me.“Sign it,” he growled. I lifted my gaze in surprise, meeting his. “Excuse me?”“You heard me,” he said smoothly. “Sign it. I won't repeat myself, Cassandra!”God, it was on with the way he said my name again! His arrogance was infuriating. I couldn't allow myself to be swayed by this arrogant hulk of a man, regardless of the fact that he had done things to my body on that fateful night two weeks ago. Things that still played over and over in my head, no matter how many times I pushed it aside. With a burst of indignation, I slammed the contract onto the desk, the sound echoing in the small office. “Oh, you’ve got some nerve, professor!" I roared. “Do I look like I'm someone you can coerce with threats and a loud voice? I’m not signing anyt
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