Sweet As Candy Read online S.E. Law (The Boyfriend Diaries #11)

Categories Genre: Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Boyfriend Diaries Series by S.E. Law

Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)

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Sweet As Candy (The Boyfriend Diaries #11)

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S.E. Law

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Their kisses taste as sweet as candy.
Professor John Boynton is the kind of man that every woman loves. He’s gorgeous, with thick black hair, blue eyes, and a commanding pointer that makes me gasp.
Our teaching assistant for the class, Mark Kingham, is just as amazing. He uses a laser pointer instead of a wooden pole, but it’s just as thick and powerful.
One day, I swing by Professor Boynton’s office hours and catch John and Mark together, with their muscular arms wrapped around one another and a lot more going on as well. WHAT?!?!?!
But even crazier, the two men *invite* me to join them!
Holy hotness, my head is going to explode!
But what happens when I get pregnant with their baby? Will John and Mark welcome our child, or will I get an F in the class?
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The Boyfriend Diaries Series by S.E. Law

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S.E. Law



I stare at the paper in my hands, the bright red B in the corner mocking me.

I don’t understand how this could have happened. I understand The Scarlet Letter. I read it five times in high school and then again when my professor assigned it for class. This paper was the easiest one I’ve written for a class. It should have gotten me an A.

Instead, the professor gave me a B.

I’m tempted to tear the essay in half. It’s not like I need it anymore. It’s worthless. An A, I would have saved. But a B belongs in the trash.

I’ve never gotten a B on a paper before.

College is harder than high school; I understand that. For the most part, I thought I was killing it, the same way I did in high school. The grade on this paper proves I’m not as good as I thought.

My stomach sinks, and my mouth tastes acrid. Was coming to NYU a mistake? The classes here are challenging. I’ve been doing well in my English Literature class so far, but my general education classes have been hard. Of course, I haven’t gotten a B in any of those classes yet. The only B I’ve gotten so far has been in English Lit, and that’s a course directly relevant to my major.

Damnit. Does this mean I’ve chosen the wrong major?

I love English; I’ve always had my nose in a book. When I told my parents I wanted to focus on English Lit, they said they already knew I would based on my love of the written word. Of course, they’re worried about my potential job prospects after graduation, but even with that concern, they agree it’s the only major that makes sense for me.

But if I can’t even get an A on a paper about a book I’ve practically memorized, then maybe I’m wrong about majoring in English Lit. Maybe I’m wrong about everything.

Uncertain, I blow out a breath and toss the essay on my bed. I’m embarrassed that I didn’t get a better grade on the assignment. I thought my assessment of Hester’s impossible choice was a novel, unique take on the book.

Picking up the paper again, I read over the first page. It’s well written, or at least I thought it was. In it, I talk about how Hester thought her husband was dead, so she made the choice to fall in love with someone else, but it wasn’t an easy decision for her. I think Hester knew her husband could return, which is why she kept her affair as secretive as possible.

Hester made all kinds of choices that made sense for her personally, even though the townspeople didn’t understand them. Everyone makes choices, often out of pressure from others. In my paper, I praise Hester for not caring what the townspeople thought.

Maybe that’s the problem with my paper. When The Scarlet Letter was written, going against the norm was a punishable offense. Hence, the scarlet letter Hester was forced to wear.

Maybe I should wear a letter on my breast too. A “B” for boring because the paper I thought was exciting clearly didn’t have the same impression on my professor.

Holding the paper up against my chest, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I look ridiculous. The sight makes me laugh to myself, which is a lot better than the self-pity I’ve been wallowing in since my professor handed back our papers.

“What the hell are you doing, crazy?”

I look up to find my roommate standing in the doorway to our small two-person space. I was so distracted by the paper that I didn’t hear the door open.

Jessica is looking at me like I’ve lost it. I suppose it’s not normal for someone to be holding a paper against their chest while laughing maniacally.

“I got a B on my Scarlet Letter essay.”

“So?” Jessica asks, still staring at me. “I got a C. A B is a good grade, Mari.”

“Not for me!”

Jessica rolls her perfect blue eyes. Not only is she my roommate, but she is also my best friend and has been since elementary school. Since we both were accepted to NYU, it’s only natural that we share a cramped dorm room so small that our beds practically touch.

“You care way too much about your grades, Mari. You’re stressed all of the time. A little fun would do you some good.”

“Your version of fun isn’t my version of fun. We both know that, Jess.”

She just laughs. “That’s true, but come on, Mari. You’re freaking out over a B. Do you know how happy I would be if I got a B on a paper?”

“You could do well in school if you tried,” I say with a wry smile.

Jessica shrugs.

“I just don’t see the point. My dad made a fortune and he didn’t even finish high school. As a result, I don’t want to waste time on stuff that I know is pointless.”