Professor F

The class finally started with Flynn discussing the Infrastructure Development topic from their book but Augustine's mind wandered back to that night Flynn made love to her in a New York hotel. While looking at him intently from the far back seat and repeating to herself that he's actually a prince living this university professor's life, she still can’t put her mind around it.

Flynn would glance at her discreetly and she would just blush in her seat, trying her best not to get so distracted with her thoughts. She would look down to her notebook, pretending she's taking notes but she's actually making doodles about Flynn, having a crown on his head and a royalty's cape.

She could still remember how stunned she was realizing he was serious about what he confessed. He confessed he loves her—the very thing she'd always think about recently and then he added that he's a prince!

How the hell would a normal being like me take all those information in? It's already overwhelming to know that the man you love actually loves you back. What more if you'd know that the man you love who loves you back is actually a prince in real life and not just a smart university professor that you've got a crush on!

She could imagine herself having the same shocked look on her face until they arrived at their apartment last night. Flynn kissed her lips before she even said good night and went inside her apartment. She also had trouble sleeping, just googling all about him, about Viscount Flynn Ferguson.

He had very few photos online, most of them were photos of him when he was already over his teenage years. He had no baby photos or childhood photos online unlike the other royalties.

He had very few information online as well so she'd like to think that he doesn't really like the idea of being known as a royalty. Although paparazzi can stalk him, his family had all the means to prevent such publicity whenever he wants.

Stella, on the other hand, lived like a celebrity attending different social events but most of them are in London, it's probably why she's not heard of Stella's name before. What’s really curious is that compared to Flynn, Stella had baby photos.

She sighed. She would love to see photos of a baby Flynn or Flynn in his first grade school uniform or attending prom.

She settled looking at Flynn's official photo as a professor in Pearsons University. The same photo he has on his faculty identification card. And she remembered that same serious look on his face while waiting for her to react when he confessed to her.

There was a long moment of silence, with her staring into Flynn's eyes. She's trying her best to understand the words he just told her.

Viscount. Son of Prince Frederick and Countess Lyndal. Earl and Countess of West.

his breath and was still waiting for

Oh, I get it!

damsel in distress, waiting to be rescued by a prince in his

a smile,

just doing

part are you talking about,

You're a royalty and I'm a damsel. I read that guys—uh—love roleplaying in bed." She answered,

out to his bedside table and grabbed her phone. He placed his thumb for the fingerprint then started typing and she waited. "But you really are a wide reader

feel his hardness inside her and it sends tingles all over her body. Flynn then gives the phone to her and she

head from the pillow and she bumped into his forehead. They

her face and kissed her forehead. "No

are you really

covering their nakedness. She feels a little discomfort between her legs but she didn't

meet the queen. Soon."

"Oh, God! You're really a prince? I can't believe

her hands away from her face. "This isn't the kind of reaction I was expecting. You look like a

him. "You're a prince, for goodness sake! I should be bowing my head in front of you like those women

chuckled again. "Not all

the idea of dating you at all, professor and prince.” She

it to

a secret crush with her hot neighbor and smart professor who happen to have lots of women drooling over him already.