Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 80643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
I’m not the one who showed up in *your* room. Your business becomes my business when I find you going through my belongings. Kind of like when you covered my hotel shower in your cum.
Well, it won’t happen again.
I see three dots pop up on the screen.
It feels like I’m waiting an eternity for his next message even though it’s probably only two minutes.
I need him to leave me alone.
I already felt like I wasn’t going to be able to fall asleep tonight, and now he’s pissing me off and getting me heated, nosing into my business as if he has any right to my personal life.
Just go back to pretending I don’t fucking exist.
I’ll do the same.
I’m about to turn off my phone when another text finally pops up.
Noah.
I exhale in frustration, rubbing my face with my palm.
Waiting around for a text that just says my goddamn name?
I tap out a reply, quickly sending off the message.
What??????
Did you make yourself come after you left my room tonight?
Bro. FUCK OFF.
He sends a kissy-face emoji before I drop my phone back on the nightstand face down. I turn over and bury my face in the cold side of my pillow, forcing myself to focus on the reverberations of the music from down the hall.
4
Torin
The scent of ripe, fresh pineapple hits the air as I slice off the fanned top of the fruit.
I dice it up on the deck table outside, putting each piece in a big wooden bowl.
The windows to the kitchen are open wide.
I’m out on the back deck alone, but inside, the Onyx House kitchen area has morphed from being a quiet, serene area full of morning light into a full-on zoo over the past hour.
More and more frat boys keep descending downstairs in search of coffee, bacon, and protein smoothies.
I was downstairs alone an hour ago with a cold brew, throwing the windows wide open and getting ahead on reading for my upcoming Ecology class. Then the long dining room table started filling up and I stepped outside, watching the Crimson College guys in their natural habitat.
None of this is what I’m used to.
Until my year-long volunteering position last year, I’ve been at a smaller college close to my hometown that’s focused almost entirely on preparing students to work in the real world. At my school, there aren’t fraternities, and there certainly aren’t “secret societies,” which I still don’t even understand.
At my college, I have a small, brick-walled dorm room all to myself, in a building that’s mostly full of grad students.
Other than classroom days, I spend most of my time out in the field anyway. Studying ecology isn’t exactly like studying business or finance or marketing, like most of the Onyx guys do.
It’s real work.
Outdoor research.
And there’s no bro-fest zoo like the one I’ve witnessed like this, every morning at Onyx House.
I take a bite of juicy pineapple as I see Noah walking into the kitchen inside. He’s wearing a baby-blue tank top with its arm holes cut super low, so the muscles at the side of his torso are visible as he moves.
Such a gym bunny.
You know exactly which areas of your body to show off.
His gaze finds me quickly through the window.
My stepstalker can’t seem to get enough of me lately, especially when I’m outside and shirtless.
I blow him a kiss.
He flips me off, walking over to hang with Roman at the end of the dining table.
I turn away, heading back over to the small outdoor table that I’ve been refinishing this week. Today I’m applying a second coat of dark wood stain.
None of the Onyx guys really seem to know how to do shit like this.
They work out a lot, and the gym seems like a second home to most guys here, including Noah. But the moment I got here, I noticed repairs and refinishing that I could do to make so much of the original woodwork and many of the furniture pieces shine.
And it’s not that the Onyx guys aren’t interesting to me.
They’re fucking fascinating.
Everyone in Onyx Society is hot, first of all, so much so that I almost wonder if attractiveness is a secondary requirement for joining a secret society. I especially notice the guys who are out and proud about their sexuality, because witnessing any flavor of queerness is a hell yes from me.
I already caught Weston and Sev making out earlier while I was still inside.
Niko and Oliver were feeding each other strawberries dipped in whipped cream at one point, too, and Hunter and Rayne are currently standing at the stove making eggs while Hunter periodically squeezes Rayne’s ass.
Onyx is apparently an accepting place, which is a massive plus.
But all of the guys here are off-limits.
Keeping hookups casual at all times means that I’m not going to stick my dick in any of this frat-boy eye candy.