Chapter 1
Riley’s POV
“You’ve got to be f*****g kidding me with this s**t, Professor Kane.”
I slammed the door behind me so hard the glass rattled in its frame, my backpack sliding off one shoulder as I stormed straight up to his desk.
My heart was pounding like a drum in my chest, half from rage and half from the sick twist in my stomach that came with seeing that big red F scrawled across the top of my essay.
Scholarship money on the line, my whole damn future dangling by a thread because this smug asshole decided my paper wasn’t good enough.
I planted my palms flat on the wood and leaned in close, letting my low-cut top do what it always did, giving him a clear view of the soft swell of my t**s straining against the thin fabric.
“Come on, you know I can do better than this. Ju
