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MidReal Story
Forbidden Kiss
Scenario:我發現我的男友劈腿，他的藉口是我在床上沒有滿足他。為了報復，我在他面前親吻了一個陌生人。那個吻在我腦海中徘徊了一整週，就像上癮一樣。我沒想到會再次見到那名陌生人，但不幸的是，他現在是我新的教授。
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Lily Bennett
passionate, and resilient. After discovering her boyfriend's infidelity, she kisses a stranger in a moment of revenge. This encounter leads to unexpected consequences when the stranger becomes her professor. Lily struggles with her feelings for him and grapples with the aftermath of her breakup.
Jason Mitchell
manipulative, and unfaithful. Jason blames Lily for his infidelity, claiming she didn't satisfy him in bed. His betrayal sparks Lily's impulsive actions and ultimately leads to their breakup.
Professor Michael Thompson
authoritative, and enigmatic. Their initial encounter involves a passionate kiss at a bar, which leaves both parties shaken. As Lily's professor, he maintains a professional demeanor but struggles with his attraction to her.
"You didn't satisfy me in bed, Lily. You can't blame a hungry man for wanting to eat somewhere else," Jason said.
I scoffed, shaking my head at the arrogance of this man.
He cheated on me and was blaming me for it?
Did he think I was born yesterday?
I looked around the bar and settled my eyes on a tall, dark, handsome stranger a few feet away.
He was laughing at something his friend said, and that little movement of his Adam's apple as he swallowed caught my attention.
My challenge was accepted the minute I saw him.
Without saying a word to Jason, I stormed over to the stranger and wrapped my arms around his neck.
"Excuse me," I said and pulled his head down towards mine.
His eyes widened in surprise as my lips touched his, but he caught on quickly and wrapped his arms around my waist.
The heat emanating from his body was so strong that for a minute there I felt like I was on fire, but in a good way.
It had been a while since I had felt such an intense feeling with Jason, and maybe that's why he cheated on me in the first place.
The kiss lasted for about thirty seconds before I broke it off and turned around to give Jason the finger before walking out of the bar.
I didn't feel like the kiss had ended properly until I gave that fucker the finger he deserved.
I sat at the same bar stool a week later, nursing a gin and tonic as I scanned the crowd.
Every tall figure caught my eye, and my heart skipped a beat every time I thought I saw him, but none of them were him.
The bartender, who recognized me from last week, came over to me and asked if I was okay.
I told him that I was waiting for someone, and he asked for a description.
"Tall, dark hair, strong jawline," I said.
He shook his head and told me that he hadn't seen anyone matching that description tonight.
I nodded and went back to nursing my drink.
Hours passed, and I ordered another drink, then another.
When my phone showed 1 AM, disappointment settled in my stomach.
I gathered my purse and left a generous tip before walking out of the bar.
I returned to the bar the next evening, earlier this time.
The bartender nodded at me and slid a gin and tonic over as I claimed my usual stool.
He gave me a knowing look before going back to his post at the end of the bar.
I pulled the note out of my purse and looked at it for what had to be the hundredth time.
It was on a plain white card with a simple but elegant script that read:
"Meet me here tomorrow night."
The handwriting was masculine but elegant, and the single "M" at the bottom of the card made me wonder if it was his first initial or if he was being sarcastic.
I checked my phone and saw that it was 10:45 PM.
I ordered another drink to calm my nerves, watching each person who came through the door.
The ice in my glass melted, and by 1 AM, I was shaking like a leaf.
