"Love, love madly, love as much as you can and if they tell you it is sin, love your sin and you will be innocent"-W.S.
It's a special year for Benedetta Fernando, it's her senior year and she's ready to do her best and live her senior year with serenity...serenity that is shattered from the first day when her new math professor shows up in class, to whom she, unknowingly, has already welcomed with a kick to his jewels.
Something immediately clicks in Professor Cortada, that little girl has hurt his pride and he wants to make her pay, but something holds him back, teases him, almost fascinates him...even if she is an infidel, even if she goes against the principles of his organization, even if he is not there to be her professor...
Action, mystery and attraction will be the real stars of this story. Enjoy reading Dolls, I warn you that Professor Cortada is quite persuasive in order to make you fall into his trap.
This is the englis version of "Professore scusi, posso amarla?" an italian story.
Some readers had asked me to translate the story into English to make it accessible to everyone, and I armed myself with Google translator because I'm not very good at English and translation programs cost so much.
I apologize in advance if you find any grammatical errors, when I can afford a human translator I will fix them ahahahhah enjoy! (enjoy is the only English thing I know how to say)
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"So what's your type?"
"What do you mean?" I pause, looking up from my book to meet the eyes of my dear friend. "Type of what?"
She shakes her head with a chuckle. Her head then jerks to her boyfriend, busy trying to figure out a solution in his work. "What type of guy do you like?"
"I don't really have one." I reply.
"Come on, there must be something a guy does that catches your attention."
My eyes casually glance around the courtyard, trying to figure out a quick response to her question. But then I hear a voice speak just to the right of us, Professor Abel happily talking to Mr. Levine.
"Well?"
"Older." I mumble. "Someone older."
"Just older?"
His deep grey eyes soften slightly in the sunlight.
"Someone... colder too."
"So you want someone as bad as Professor Abel?" My friend jokes poking my side with her fingers. I snap my head back to her, surprised at her question. To brush off the embarrassment I shrug my shoulders, faking a smile but my heart is pounding furiously.
"Haha, very funny." It's as if our conversation has been leaked when my eyes rest back on the tall individual. The grey swirls are staring right back at me, his colleague oblivious of his wandering eyes. His expression is stern but in the light it seems as though his lips are curled up, making my stomach do a flip.
"My type." I whisper with a small smile.
- When her enemy of a teacher becomes something more than just a person she hates -
Completely fictional! 🤗
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