I slowly removed the blanket that was covering my naked body, trying not to make any noise that could wake the man sleeping beside me.

The room was quiet, and I was determined to keep it that way.

I didn't want him to wake up and find me in this mess.

When I finally managed to get out of bed, I felt the cold floor beneath my feet, which sent a shiver up my spine. The chill of the floor was a contrast to the warmth of the bed, striking me with the realization of how real this situation is.

I cursed under my breath before taking a deep breath. I quickly scanned the room, searching for my clothes that was probably scattered around last night.

Last night...

The thought of it made me shake my head in disbelief.

How could I have been so impulsive?

I had gone out, trying to dance away my problems, only to end up doing something even more reckless. I met a hot stranger, and in the heat of the moment, I'd decided to sleep with him.

Now I'm trying to piece together the events of the night before, all while trying to escape without waking him up.

As my eyes darted around the room, they finally landed on the dress I was wearing last night. It's lying just beside one of the bed's legs, crumpled and discarded. I quickly reached for it, feeling a rush of urgency.

I need to get dressed and get out of here before he woke up and see me!

The last thing I want is to face him after the mess I made.

But as I picked up my dress, I realized that something's missing.

I couldn't find my underwear!

Panic started to rise in my chest as I searched the floor frantically, but there was no sign of it. All I could find was my dress, lying there in a heap.

I didn't have time to keep looking for my underwear, so I hurriedly slipped on the dress, even though it felt strange without anything underneath.

At least the dress had a built-in pad, so I didn't need to wear a bra. I'd always liked that about this dress; it made things simpler, and bras had always been uncomfortable for me.

But as I put it on, the thought crossed my mind that this wasn't exactly the situation I had envisioned when I bought it.

With my dress finally on, I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to smooth out the mess that it had become. My hair felt tangled and unruly, but there was no more time to worry about that. I just needed to look somewhat presentable and get out of the room as quickly as possible.

My phone and purse were on the bedside table, so I grabbed them, clutching them tightly as if they were my lifeline.

I tiptoed towards the door, moving as silently as I could. Every creak in the floorboards made my heart race, and I prayed that the door wouldn't make a sound when I opened it.

As I reached the door and carefully turned the knob, I held my breath. The last thing I needed was for the door to creak and wake him up.

Thankfully, it didn't!

I let out a sigh of relief as I slipped out of the room and closed the door quietly behind me.

Once I was out, I found myself in a spacious and luxurious living room. It was immaculate, with sleek furniture and polished surfaces. It was the kind of place that screamed wealth and success. But I didn't have time to admire it.

The moments it took to walk through the living room and out of the apartment felt like the longest minutes of my life. My heart was pounding in my chest.

When I finally left the condominium building, I let out a breath I didn't realize I've been holding. I quickly called a cab and told the driver to take me back to my house.

The ride felt like a blur as I tried to process everything that happened. My thoughts were racing, and I couldn't believe how I ended up in that situation.

As soon as I got home, I texted my friends to apologize for bailing on them last night. They're probably worried, or at the very least, annoyed with me for disappearing just like that.

I felt a pang of guilt, but there wasn't much I could do about it now.

I still had enough time before my classes starts, so I quickly took a shower, trying to wash away the remnants of last night. I scrubbed my skin, hoping to rid myself of the shame that clung to me. After drying off, I changed into my university uniform, the familiar clothes making me feel a bit more comfortable.

"God, it's Monday," I muttered to myself as I glanced at the clock. I have to get to school and focus on my classes.

Maybe if I immerse myself in loads of schoolwork, I could forget about the stupidity that got the best of me.

I applied a light layer of makeup, just enough to make me look presentable, and then I grabbed my bag and headed out.

Thankfully, I made it to school just in time for my first class.

It felt like I had dodged a bullet, arriving just as the bell rang.

As the day went on, everything seemed to go smoothly. I went from class to class, taking notes and participating in discussions, trying to convince myself that nothing happened.

It was easier to pretend that the night before was only a bad dream.

But that illusion was shattered when I walked into my classroom for my first afternoon class.

As soon as I stepped inside, I saw him—the same stranger I spent the night with, casually sitting on the professor's desk and looking completely at ease.

My heart dropped into my stomach, and I felt my feet freeze in place. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My mind raced with a thousand thoughts, none of them coherent.

How is this possible?

What is he doing here?

Panic surged through me. I wanted to run, but my legs refused to move. I stood there, rooted to the spot, staring at him with a mix of horror and surprise on my face.

I must have looked ridiculous, but I couldn't help it as my mind is reeling.

If not for my friends nudging me forward, I probably would have stood there all day.

Somehow, they managed to get me to move, and I stumbled to my assigned seat. My hands were trembling as I sat down, and I quickly wiped the cold sweat that was rolling down my forehead.

I couldn't bring myself to look up at him.

I thought maybe If I just ignore him, he would just go away... But then he spoke, and I have no choice but to lift my gaze.

"Good afternoon, class," he said, his voice smooth and confident. "Professor Alejo won't be able to attend today's class due to health issues, so I'll be filling in."

His words sent a wave of shock through me. I could hardly believe what I'm hearing.

My one-night stand is standing in front of me, casually announcing that he's our substitute professor.

He scanned the room, making sure everyone is present, but his eyes seemed to linger on the part where my seat is located.

When our gazes finally met, my heart skipped a beat.

He didn't look away. Instead, he held my gaze with a smirk that made my stomach twist in knots.

"I'm Engineer Enoch Stefano Vizzini, your temporary professor," he introduced himself, his eyes never leaving mine.

And then he smirked again.

I swallowed hard, feeling my throat tighten.

Fuck. I'm screwed!