Chapter 29

Farrah

Waking up, my body feels abused and used in the most satisfying of ways, and my thighs are so sore I can barely move them. I sit up and notice I’m naked. In bed. Warm, hot skin touches my side and my head whips in the direction of a man. Not just any man, but Benjamin.

I hold my head, the last thing I remember is me getting angry at the professor. Thinking about him makes hurt and fury resurface.

I sigh, whipping the covers off me. This wakes him.

“Harley?” he groans, half asleep.

“Good morning, Benjamin,” I say in a less than welcoming way. If he thinks I’m going back with him, he has another thing coming.

“Farrah,” he growls into the pillow. A puzzled expression wrinkles my face, curious how he knew it was me before he even lifted his head from the pillow.

“How’d you know it was me?”

“Only you call me Benjamin,” he replies tiredly.

“What else would I call you?” I scoff.