Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
After I finish eating I lean back, looking down at the table and playing with a straw wrapper instead of watching Rayne and Hunter lean against each other.
I’m happy for them, I tell myself for the hundredth time.
My brother and my best friend, deeply in love, before I’ve ever even had a long-term relationship.
Very cool. Totally chill.
My phone buzzes in my pocket a minute later.
A sound and feeling that I still fucking despise.
My father always used to text me when he was still alive, usually admonishing me for something or vaguely threatening me about losing my inheritance.
God, why does everything still feel like a threat?
I slide it out.
I don’t recognize the number that texted me.
Unknown Number: Scared of me?
I furrow my brow, shifting on the booth seat.
Weston: Who is this?
My cock was stuffed down your obedient throat last Saturday. Is that a good enough hint?
I drop my phone onto my lap like it stung me.
I glance up with a furrowed brow and see Sevan’s smug look across the table. He isn’t smiling, but I see the amusement in his eyes. He’s holding his phone with one hand, the other lazily draped on the booth behind him.
Heat floods my body as I grab the phone from my lap and tap out a reply.
How do you have my number?
Asked Niko for it.
…Why?
Because I wanted it. You’re sitting so far away from me. I’m lonely.
Because we aren’t friends.
Why don’t you come sit on my lap, instead?
I let out a frustrated sigh and lock my phone, putting it face down on the table. I’m so hard it’s like my cock is trying to break through the denim of my pants, and that’s the last thing I need while I’m at dinner.
The thought of sitting on his lap makes my whole body feel like it’s on fire.
Being that near his cock again. Having him hold me close.
Ignore it.
Just ignore him.
What the fucking fuck does he mean by “obedient throat,” anyway?
…And would he actually enjoy having me in his lap?
I shift on the booth and refuse to meet Sev’s eyes. I turn back toward Noah instead, who is now downing the rest of his drink like it’s water.
“Dude, what the hell?” I ask.
“I have to fuck someone else tonight. Look at her.”
I look across the dining hall to see Stephanie Kim currently making out with a tall guy who looks vaguely like Chris Hemsworth. They look hot together. Noah knows it, and I know it, too.
My phone vibrates again and again on the tabletop, and I ignore the sound.
“Noah, you barely dated her. You need to have some semblance of self-control or you’re going to hurt yourself.”
“I’m fine.”
Noah gives me a little shove, trying to push me out of the booth.
My phone’s vibrating again, and the sound ticks me off on a deep level. I’m so conditioned to think of that sound like it’s nails on a goddamn chalkboard.
And now it’s so much worse.
I pick the phone up, briefly seeing the front screen littered with texts from Sevan.
My eyes skim past certain words and phrases that stand out like razor barbs:
—hard for me—
—wet, waiting mouth—
—such a good slut—
—many times have you thought of me while you touched yourself this week?—
I don’t open a single one.
My heart beats hard in my chest as I turn the screen away from Noah’s field of view and I hold down the power button until the thing finally shuts off.
“Okay, Noah,” I tell him, standing up with my tray. “Let’s just go home.”
It’s like a small mercy from heaven when Noah actually obliges, saying goodbye to the others and following me out of Colossus.
The air outside is misty and cool on my hot cheeks. Each step of the walk home feels like getting further away from the jaws of a hungry lion.
Noah and I get back to Onyx House and the anger in me mostly subsides as we find some of the other guys in the living room. We settle in and play some rounds of poker with them, and I stay there later than I normally would, whittling away the hours trying to distract myself.
And I keep my phone off for the rest of the night.
When I wake up too early, around 4:30 in the morning, it’s still dark outside.
I’m groggy as hell. I reach toward my nightstand and finally, I turn my phone on again.
The texts Sev sent at the dining hall were all just meant to bug me. Other than the stuff I already saw that was clearly written to provoke me, it’s mostly just more comments about how I should have been more careful at the Zenith night.
But there’s one message he sent afterward.
Later, around 2 in the morning.
The message is simple:
I’m going to have to fuck you, aren’t I?
Attached below it is a picture of his cock. It’s in dim lighting, clearly taken while he was in bed.