Total pages in book: 181
Estimated words: 181613 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 908(@200wpm)___ 726(@250wpm)___ 605(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 181613 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 908(@200wpm)___ 726(@250wpm)___ 605(@300wpm)
He gulps and lets himself go. “How did you know I was here?”
Clutching the wooden door, I lean in until he inches backward. “You think I don’t know what a whimpering mess sounds like?”
“W-what?” he stutters, his cheeks glowing red hot.
“How hard did you come? Did it feel good watching me lick your girlfriend?”
He grinds his teeth but doesn’t say a word.
I grab him by the throat. “Answer me.”
He swallows. Hard. “Yes.”
A smirk forms on my face as I slowly let go of him, but I could feel his pulse quicken the moment he made up his mind.
“You don’t mind that I heard everything?” he replies.
I laugh. “You think I care?”
“You should,” he says. “I could tell everyone what you did.”
“And let the whole world know you let someone throat fuck your girlfriend?” I snort. “I don’t think so, so let’s keep this between us. You and me.” I tap his chest. “Unless you want her to know what kind of filthy fucker you really are.”
He sucks in a breath as his eyes flutter down my shirt and abs. My presence clearly overpowers him, and it makes me grin. “I like the effect I have on people. How they can’t help but stare at my muscles, wondering if I fuck as hard as I exercise. The answer is I do.” I tip up his chin with a single finger. “And maybe, just maybe, I will let you feel what it’s like too. I swing both ways.”
His eyes widen. “Wha—I didn’t—”
“You don’t have to say it out loud. I know a subby boy when I see one.” I wink. “When you’re done hiding, come see me.”
And I turn around and throw my bag over my shoulder, leaving him to his lusty thoughts and that raging boner that sprang up a second time when I put my hand around his neck.
CHAPTER 25
Grey
Days later
I place a few papers in front of Apollo and wait until he looks up at me.
I’m not intimidated that easily. I arrived at his class just after the teacher had left early to attend a meeting, and this guy was about to pack up his belongings. The perfect time for an ambush.
“What’s this?” A curious smirk forms on his face.
“My application to the Phantom Society.”
He snorts. “Is this a joke?”
I’m dead serious. “Does it look like it?”
He picks up the paper, and I’m moderately surprised he can actually read. “How did you even find me here?”
“I checked which classes you go to. Asked one of your many admirers to confirm.”
“You went behind your girlfriend’s back?”
My nostrils flare. “You want me to accept you fucking my girlfriend? Then you’ll accept me into your house.”
He looks me up and down, like he’s judging my capabilities by the shape of my body. I know I’m not as bulky as he is, but looks can be deceiving.
He smiles. “I gotta admit, you have balls. I like that.”
“I don’t care what you like,” I grit back. “Just sign the damn papers.”
He glances up at me again, and the glimmer in his half-mast eyes makes me swallow away the lump in my throat.
He tilts his head. “You sure about that? The invite still stands, you know.”
My hands ball into fists, and I grab a pen and shove it into his hand.
“Say I let you join. What makes you think other members will allow it?”
“Because you’re the top dog there, right? You’ll force them to accept it.”
“I like how you think.” He winks. “But you’re not gonna win from Levi’s wrath.”
“I’ve read the rules. There’s no fighting among members,” I say.
A slow smirk forms on his face. “You think immunity will save you? Is that why you want to join? You love her so damn much, you’re willing to sign your life away to us just to stay in her vicinity.”
I point right where his signature is needed. “Sign here. That’s all I need.”
He grabs my wrist. “Fine. I’ll sign the damn document. But you owe me.” He pushes the pen down onto the paper so hard it nearly cracks the ballpoint. “In flesh and blood. And our initiations are brutal.”
“I can handle it,” I say.
He hands me back a signed paper, and I shove it into my backpack. “Can you, Ghost-boy?”
I pause.
Ghost-boy? No one’s ever called me that.
He leans back in his chair and casually toys with his short hair. “Say, why do you have that white hair again? You paint it?”
“It’s poliosis. And I bleached the rest to match.”
He bites his lip. “Interesting. And does your girlfriend know, or do you still keep her in the dark?”
I narrow my eyes. I don’t know what he’s aiming at, and I don’t know if I want to know.
“Your mom had a funny sense of humor, calling you Grey with that hair.” He smiles.
“Thanks,” I say as I walk off.