Hilarious

Theresa POV

“David Snyder,” I gasped, as I tried to catch my breath. “Professor Tiffany—”

I had rushed past his secretary, who tried to stop me, to enter his room. David Snyder was sitting behind a huge mahogany desk, reading a document. He jerked his head up, his brow furrowing. I licked my lips as every thought inside my mind vanished. What the hell was I doing?

‘You're doing it for Marcus,’ Ang