Caught by the College President

By Isla Chiu

I suck in a breath when my college president wraps his arms around me and pulls me onto his lap.

“I...I have a boyfriend,” I say, my voice coming out annoyingly breathy.

He chuckles. “Oh, yes, your boyfriend, who seems like a real prize.” He tugs at my blanket, exposing my bare shoulder.

When he lowers his head and presses his mouth to my shoulder, I become breathless.

WORD COUNT: 4,100

A sexy short story about a young woman and her college president!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Isla Chiu
• Release date: Oct 13, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005146313

Isla Chiu

When I manage to tear myself away from taking Buzzfeed quizzes and watching unhealthy amounts of TV, I write romance and smut. My works feature alpha males, sexy times, and/or my sarcastic sense of humor. I hail from Cleveland, aka the best freaking city in the world, and believe LeBron James is the perfect human being. Despite all of my efforts, I have never truly been able to quit caffeine. My favorites include Taylor Swift, Florence + the Machine, and SHINee. I love to hate/hate to love k-dramas. If I say I’m on a diet, I’m just lying to you and myself. One of these days, I'm going to get hypertension from an excess of salt, both literal and figurative. If I'm awkward around you, I probably don't know what to say to you and/or I think you're hot. And despite what anyone says, Forrest Gump so deserved that Oscar over Pulp Fiction.

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Caught by the College President

I SHIVER, HUGGING MYSELF for warmth as the late October breeze hits my skin, which I'm showing a lot of thanks to the sexy angel costume my boyfriend persuaded me to wear.

Do you really have to do this? I ask when Ryan opens the carton of eggs.

Come on, babe, you know I have to do this if I want to join Delta Epsilon Phi, he says as he picks up an egg.

I exhale. Despite my best efforts, Ryan is determined to join a fraternity. He said he wants to be in Delta Epsilon Phi for the networking opportunities, but I know he's just looking for excuses to party more.

Is joining Delta Epsilon Phi worth going to jail for? I ask, darting my eyes around us. Apparently, in order to get access to the networking opportunities, Ryan has to throw eggs at a house. But not just any random person’s house–he has to vandalize the home of Robert Chaney.

Aka the freaking president of New Hills University, the school both Ryan and I attend.

I’m not going to jail for tossing some eggs, he says.

I resist the urge to point out that people have gone to jail for less, but Ryan’s