Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 84289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Whenever he’s back, I will hand him the letter. Then I’ll fucking walk away from him for the final time.
But I swing the door open to my bedroom and my plan blows up in front of me.
When I see someone in my bed, my first instinct is to panic.
I’m shot with adrenaline. I reach for the baseball bat that I started keeping near the doorway when I was worried about the attacks earlier in the semester.
But when my eyes adjust to the low light in the room, my blood goes from cold to hot.
It’s Niko. And he isn’t wearing clothes.
His dark hair is splayed out against my pillows, which he’s propped up behind him. The endless tattoos on his naked skin stand out under my bedside lamp.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
His cock is in his hand, and he has some sort of purple toy stuffed in his ass with his legs spread while he films himself with his other hand.
He just casually lies there and watches me as I shove the letter into my pocket, drop my gym bag, and scramble to shut and lock my door behind me.
“I’m trying to get off. What does it look like I’m doing?”
“In my bedroom?”
“Well, yeah. Something about the way your bedsheets smell like you helps me come—”
“Out of your fucking mind.”
“I’m joking, Ollie. My room just happens to be occupied by two other guys right now. You’re very special to me, but you’re not that special.”
I glare at him. “Trust me. I can tell.”
He strokes his cock as he watches me, almost looking amused.
It’s never been more obvious that Niko is built to be a model. His gorgeous, sleepy eyes regarding me like I’m the one intruding, without even a hint of shame about what he’s doing.
“What was that paper you put in your pocket?” he asks.
My heart pounds harder again.
“It was nothing.”
I’m supposed to give it to him and walk away, not pass it over while he’s naked in my bed.
I glance down at his legs, looking at the large, looping tattoo that wraps around the front of his thigh. It’s the wing of some sort of bird, and the way the ink stands out on his skin is impossible to ignore.
Christ.
I really am a fanboy.
Kill me.
“Let me see what it was.” His tone is soft, almost a little sultry, even though his words are a clear demand.
“I told you, it’s nothing. Get out of my room.”
Don’t look at that toy in his ass.
Or his damn tattoos.
I cross over toward the window and yank the window open, letting in a cold rush of wind and hoping it’ll piss him off.
He gives me a look, then reaches over and shoves the window closed again.
And then in a quick movement, he leans toward me.
His hand darts into my pocket.
He snatches the piece of paper before I can stop him, and even as I reach over and try to clasp my hand around his wrist, he keeps it away from me.
He curls the letter into a ball in his other hand, tucking it away under his body and far from me.
“Give me the letter,” I tell him.
“It’s a letter? All the more reason to read it. Who’s it for?”
I want to destroy him.
Every cell in my body is telling me to run out of the room or fucking kill him, but there’s nothing I can do at this point.
If I don’t feel confident, I have to fake it.
I pull in an even breath, clenching my jaw.
I stand up straight again and take a step back.
“It’s for you,” I tell him.
And I’m so embarrassed I want to dissolve into a goddamn puddle on the floor.
A devious look settles on his face and he carefully unfolds the paper, looking down at it and starting to read out loud.
“Niko, I have decided we need to end this. The fake relationship was a bad idea to begin with, but as you’ve gotten busier, it’s clear you don’t have time to truly dedicate to me. The weight of it is driving me insane. With your CamboyChaos account, things will only get more complicated if you’re ever recognized…”
He pauses for a moment, looking up at me. “Very clever. Purposely mentioning my account so you know I won’t show anyone the letter?”
“Protecting myself,” I tell him.
As he continues reading, heat rises in my body and I still feel like I want to fucking flee.
But this is my room.
My world.
And I’m going to stand by the words I wrote, because I meant every one of them.
“The pressure just keeps building inside me. I need to be honest with the other Onyx Society members, and honest with myself. We can’t continue if this is not going to be a priority for you, Niko.”
He folds up the letter and sets it down on the nightstand.