Wolfe’s POV:

Fuck.

Aria had caught us. I and Jules.

The moment Aria walked away, something inside me twisted—tight, relentless. My body screamed to move, to chase after her, to drag her back before she disappeared completely.

Call her. Go. Now.

But my feet refused to unroot from the damn floor. It was pathetic. My pulse hammered, my jaw locked, yet I stood there like some useless statue, watching her leave.

“Sebastian, we’d explain things to Aria later..”Jules’ voice was a purr, sticky with need. “My pussy is still wet, craving you..all of you..” she continued.

Her legs were splayed wide, her arousal glistening, dripping slow and shameless down her thighs. The sight of it—the scent—should’ve had me on my knees, fucking my tongue into her until she screamed.

Fuck. I wanted to.

My mouth watered, my cock throbbed , every primal instinct in me snarling to take what she was offering.

But all I could see was *her*.

Aria.

I had fucked everything up.

“Come, my love. I’m waiting.” Jules’ fingers trailed over her clit, slow and taunting. Then she spat onto her hand, slicking her fingers before circling her entrance. One finger slid in, then two, her hips arching off the office chair with a gasp.

I watched. My pulse hammered. My body burned.

But my mind?

*Fuck*

I was still hard, still aching, but the hunger for Aria in my gut had nothing to do with the woman writhing in front of me. Jules was merely a temptation I had fallen for.

“Get out” The words came out cold. Final.

Jules froze.

Her fingers still inside herself, her eyes widening in disbelief.

“I said, get out. Now.” Louder. Sharper. A blade of command slicing through the thick air between us.

She knew me. Knew I didn’t repeat myself.

And for the first time, she looked afraid.

She stood up quickly, got dressed frantically, and ran out of the office.

What was I thinking? I didn't mean for Aria to find out like this. And even if she did , she couldn’t decide to leave me just like that.

She signed a contract and if she forgot, I would remind her. I couldn’t lose her and certainly not like this.

I was also in trouble. My position as Dean was at stake, yet she cared about her friends with whom I was having sex with.

I needed to see her.

But first, I needed to get to the main office to pick up some stuff.

I put on my yellow shirt, leaving two buttons undone, I reached for my car keys in my drawer, and let the office immediately.

As soon as I got out..

I heard the students whispering:

“He’s so shameless.”

“How could he do that to a student?”

“What does she see in him?”

I didn’t bother looking at their faces because they were the least of my problems.

What was important right now, was getting Aria back.

The leather seat of my Mercedes sighed as I dropped into it. My mind was already three steps ahead, but a routine check was necessary. I reached into the back, pulled my laptop bag onto the passenger seat, and flipped it open.

The screen lit up, and my blood ran cold.

There, at the top of my inbox, was an email from Bellmere University. Sent an hour ago. The subject line was a blunt hammer blow:

**NOTICE OF SUSPENSION**

My eyes scanned the text, each word a tightening vise:

“You are hereby suspended from all school premises. Leave your office key with campus security. You are not to be seen on university property until further notice. Yours Faithfully, The Board of Regents, Bellmere University.”

Shit.

There was no question. They had seen the video. The carefully constructed wall of my professional life had just developed a massive crack.

But a crisis was a catalyst. One problem at a time. I snatched my phone, my thumbs flying across the screen with cold precision. I navigated past the dozens of panicked messages and went straight to my personal assistant.

*Me: Perin. Drop everything. I need Aria’s location. Now.*

The message delivered, and the status changed to READ instantly.

For a breathless moment, there was only silence. Then, three dancing dots appeared—a tiny, digital lifeline.

I watched them pulse, my own breath held, the suspension email burning a hole in my mind. Every second stretched into an eternity.

Then, the reply came. Short. Brutal. Devastatingly simple.

*Perin: She's home, sir.*

Me: “Send a text to her anonymously that I am coming to see her.”

Perin: “Noted, sir.”

Without another second’s hesitation. I twisted the key into ignition. The engine roared to life and I slammed my foot on the accelerator, speeding off.

I needed to go and see her and explain things to her, but I couldn't face her father now, my best friend.

We had been friends before Aria had even been born.

I picked up everything I needed and handed over the key to the security.

Driving towards Aria's house, I couldn't even think straight; all I could think about was her, all the way.

Why did I have to do something like that now?

But it wasn't my fault.

Right?

Upon getting to their estate, I stepped out of my car and walked up to the security guards.

I asked of Lancaster and his daughters and to my biggest surprise..

“No one’s home, sir.”

“Aria left with Ivy not too long ago,” one of them continued.

“Do you have any idea where they're going?”

“No, sir..,” they said in unison.

But just as I was about to get back to my car, I heard one of them chuckle. “But with those outfits, they’re probably headed to the big party at the Grand hotel.”

I turned back.

“The Grand Hotel?” I asked, looking curious.

“Yes sir.” he replied.

Could it coincidentally be Rand's party? The posters were everywhere at Bellmere.

I needed to text Perin. He’d definitely know something.

“Thank you.”I said sliding my hand into my pocket before giving security some cash.

“T-thanks, sir, his eyes widened with surprise. “I really appreciate it,”

As I got back into my car, I texted Perin immediately.

Me: “Find out about the event going on at the grand hotel.”

And after a few long minutes of waiting impatiently,

Perin: “There’s a large, student organized event tonight titled ‘Rand’s Masquerade’ at the Grand Hotel. It’s the talk of the campus feeds. The invitation is attached sir.”

“Damn,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper as I stared at the invitation.

It was a stripper party.

I clenched my fists.

I needed to go there and take her out.

After about thirty long minutes, I got to the venue.

There were lot of students I could recognize at the entrance—ladies in crop tops and skimpy clothes and the boys rolling up weed.

It definitely had to be here.

But there was one thing, I needed to get a mask.

I had already received an invitation from Perin on my way here.

In the invitation, it stated that a guy could only enter with a lady; and honestly I didn’t think anybody would be willing to go in with me.

Especially because of what was happening now.

This was getting really embarrassing.

I picked up a mask, planning to use it once I got inside. I wouldn't let her see me.

As I approached the entrance to the hall, I noticed two girls standing nearby speaking to the security. It seemed like they had lost their invitation.

And this, was the perfect opportunity.

So.. I stepped forward.

“If you girls are willing to be my partners tonight, we can go in with my invitation.” I offered trying to sound casual as I stretched the card to them.

They stood frozen, their eyes wide with shock.

Maybe it was the rumors—or the videos of me circulating everywhere.

“Yes, we’d love to,” the girl beside her blurted eagerly.

The first girl fixed me with a piercing stare. I could only make out her eyes—those striking green-hazel irises that tugged at my memory.

But I didn’t have time to dwell on it. I needed to get inside, to pull my submissive out of this den of men before it was too late.

“I’m Sebastian,” I said, extending my hand. “And you?”

“Allison,” the second girl replied, gesturing to her sister. “And this is Emilie.”

Emilie remained silent, her gaze unreadable. Not that it mattered. Once inside, I’d ditch them and find Aria.

“Pleasure,” I said, giving Emilie’s hand a firm squeeze before thrusting the invitation at the guards.

The doors swung open.

And we stepped into the lion’s den.

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