Eugene's POV
The soft buzz of my personal phone interrupted the heavy silence of my office.
I picked it up, a dark, victorious smile instantly touching the corners of my mouth when I saw Flora's name on the screen. Over the last two weeks, our text messages had become a daily necessity. I told myself it was just to keep her focused, to maintain my authority over her while she was away from my house. But the truth was much more damning: I was completely addicted to her voice.
Sometimes the messages were pure, raw temptation—her telling me exactly what she wanted me to do to her body the second graduation was over. But other times, they were real, quiet conversations. She told me about her stress with her final exams, her anxiety about the future, and I found myself guiding her, using my
