It turns out, I’m exactly like my father.

A selfish man hell-bent on ruining everyone’s lives over a teenage girl.

***This is a complete standalone novel with a happily ever after. Characters are of legal age.***

Trigger Warning

This book has some triggering scenes for some readers including bullying, sexual assault, domestic abuse, and other potentially upsetting subject matter.

These scenes do not happen between the two main characters.

Chapter One

Callum

Lips shouldn’t be so captivating. They’re a part of the body, not twins made of magic and beauty. But her lips are a work of art. I want to study them and discuss them. Marvel over their perfection—the exact light red shade of the inside of a sliced strawberry. Probably just as sweet too. Each time she licks them, I stifle a groan of need, wishing I could lick them too.

Look away, you fucking creep.

Somehow, I manage. I dart my gaze along every face in the room, lingering on the other fifteen or so females, wondering if it’s me who’s the problem here or her. When no one else captures my interest, I know the answer.

Her.

Always her.

The urge to drag my hungry stare back to her pretty mouth is almost uncontrollable. With each passing day, I find it more and more difficult to remain unaffected.

She makes it impossible.

Someone laughs and attempts to stifle the sound. This draws my attention to Levi Paulson. He’s a little shit who gets on my last nerve. Normally, I’d be irritated, but I’m almost grateful for the distraction.

Almost.

“Is there a problem, Mr. Paulson?” I lean back in my desk chair and it creaks from the movement, echoing in the otherwise silent classroom. “I’m not sure what you think is so funny about your test.”

Levi rolls his eyes but won’t look at me. “No problem, Mr. Park.”

“That’s what I thought.”

A few students snigger at my reply. Levi’s features harden. I don’t care if kids like Levi think I’m a dick. I am a dick. I have no problems with being a dick. It’s kind of my thing.

Which makes this…obsession…so complicated.

Because I don’t want to be a dick to her. Not even a little bit. I want to pull off all her petals, expose whatever hides beneath her outer layers, and know every sweet piece of her.

But I can’t.

I won’t.

She’s a student. My student. This makes her untouchable. I refuse to be like my father.

Don’t look at her. Don’t look at her. Don’t fucking look at her.

Against their own accord, my eyes abandon the shit starter, Levi, to travel their way back to her.

Willa Reyes.