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Here I come, standing at the gates of Rushstan University, a wise decision because not only was the school looking for a substitute teacher, but it was closer to the company for quick transit, and the school was quite posh and sophisticated to my liking seeing as I can't stay in unkept and cheap-looking places. 

With the help of teachers, I was able to get to the principal's office, where I was greeted warmly. On the way, I was given a teacher's copy of the materials needed for the course as well as the syllabus. The principal led me to a classroom that appeared to be my homeroom. After what appeared to be morning prayers. Principal Sam told me to wait outside while he addressed the students. As he went on and on, I wasn't paying much attention because he was saying things I already knew but I was drawn back to reality when I heard it. I heard her voice.

I snapped back into reality as this voice asked, 

"If Dr. Dameon has his own medical teaching firm of which he is the CEO, then why is the "CEO" himself a substitute and not one of his workers or students?" 

Damn, she's intelligent and bold. I was guessing everyone was afraid of the principal because of how tough he looked, but this girl was different, and damn, her voice is sexy. 

The way she said my name makes me wanna bend her over my desk and spank her while she moans my name out loud. 

Later, I found out that her last name was Rayers. Miss Rayers

As Principal Sam beckoned me to come inside, I realized this school year isn't going to be so bad after all.

Miss Rayers's POV

The intoxicating scent of men's cologne enveloped the classroom before he strode in like he owned the place. A tall figure emerged from the door as he gracefully walked into the class. Every step was calculated to give you a perfect walking procession. He didn't make eye contact with anyone, only with the platform on which he was walking to. As he progressed, all I could see were his broad shoulders, which definitely showed that he was built under that shirt, the content being six packs of well-packed deliciousness, and his well-defined leg structure. As he took his stand on the platform, I saw his face, and then I sneezed, which the whole class heard, and I was so embarrassed, but Dr. Kingston seemed to have ignored it. His jawline was perfectly sharp, his neck was in sync with his face, his nose was well-placed, and his gorgeous black eyes that could pierce one's soul with just a single stare. His chestnut hair was carefully styled—not too tidy or too messy, just on point. His outfit complimented his body. I nearly fainted when he brought out his hands; they were bigger than mine and veiny. Only if those hands found a way into my inner thighs to caress my skin like a Greek god. He strode in front of us and began to speak, and I actually fainted (slightly lost consciousness, forgot how to breathe). His voice was deep and sexy, and at the same time, raspy. As he spoke, only dirty thoughts clouded my mind.

"My name is Dr. Dameon Kingstin, and I will be your substitute teacher for this school year. It will be my pleasure to get to know you and teach you."

He definately is a CEO, with that instructive manner as he speaks, walks, and moves his body.

"Before I get to know your names, one particular student caught my attention as I was waiting outside." "Miss Rayers, please step forward."

Not because he called me out, but because my name sounded so good coming out of his mouth, even if it was my last name, I wondered how my first name would sound. As I walked forward to the front of the class, also praying that my clumsiness would not take over, less than a minute later, still walking to the front, guess what? I tripped I fucking tripped. I expected to say hello and how do you do to the ground that was already used to my greetings, but that didn't happen. Instead, I landed on a firm set of strong hands, from which a strong and familiar scent engulfed me. I have never been so happy to be embarrassed in my life. As the whole class began to laugh the only voice I could hear was his.