Chapter 2

My whole body felt hot all over, but the shock snapped me back to my senses, restoring a measure of rationality.

Marty was Elijah's teammate on the basketball team. If I really did anything with him, how could I ever face Elijah again?

Fighting down the desperate urges surging through my body, I hurriedly used one hand to hit Marty while I used the other to pull my panties back up. Then, I bit down hard on his arm.

Marty yelped in pain and let go of me. Seizing the chance, I bolted out of the stall. Only when I was outside did I finally let out a sigh of relief.

I shot Marty a furious glare. My face was flushed crimson. "You're supposed to be my boyfriend's buddy, and yet you do this to me. I-I'm going to tell Elijah."

Marty didn't flinch at all. Instead, his expression was filled with disdain, and his eyes were hungrily fixed on me as he stalked toward me again.

I hurriedly ran out of the locker room. My mind involuntarily flashed back to Marty's strong, muscular frame. I definitely felt the shape of him just now, and he was… massive.

If I could just…

I quickly shook my head. No, what was I even thinking?

After calming down, I started to feel puzzled. Why had Marty run in like that?

Then, it hit me—Elijah had mentioned giving me a surprise. Could it be that… he had sent Marty in?

Anger bubbled up inside me, and I decided to go find him. Unexpectedly, he appeared in front of me right then.

When he saw me, he let out a relieved breath and pulled me tightly into his arms.

"Elijah, what on earth is going on?" I asked. "You said you were going to give me a surprise. Why did Marty…"

"Yeah," Elijah sighed. "I sent Marty over. Babe, your addiction is just too intense, and you've drained me dry. I was afraid you'd cheat on me, so I let Marty go in… Please don't blame me, babe. I just wanted to test you."

So that was it. Elijah was worried that I wouldn't be able to control myself when my addiction hit, so he sent another guy to test me.

Thankfully, the last shred of reason in me had kept me from crossing the line.

However, deep down, I couldn't shake the worry. I was lucky enough to dodge the bullet this time, but if Elijah tested me like this a few more times, I was afraid I might not be able to resist.

"Babe, now I'm sure you truly love me. Let's go get you treated. I heard we have a new campus doctor, and that he's supposed to be amazing. I'm going to make sure you get better."

If Marty had succeeded earlier, Elijah probably wouldn't be acting this way right now. It was only because I hadn't crossed the line that he was determined to get me treated, regardless of how much it might cost.

He took my hand and led me away. Just holding his hand made me feel so warm that my palms started sweating. The maddening itch returned, and my legs became weak and shaky.

Combined with the intense encounter with Marty earlier, I could barely stop myself from taking Elijah right then and there and going a few rounds.

He must've sensed the state I was in because he started walking even faster, pulling me along.

A new doctor—skilled, young, and handsome—had recently started working at the college's health center. Due to that, lots of female students would find excuses to come in just to catch a glimpse of him.

I'd never seen him before, but I'd definitely heard about him.

When Elijah and I arrived at the health center, I saw the young doctor talking to a few female students.

They were all practically swooning, while his expression remained stoic and indifferent.

When I caught sight of his profile, my heart skipped a beat. The guy was ridiculously handsome. He looked just like a movie star. No wonder he attracted so much attention.

Elijah nudged me. "Perfect. Dr. Gavin Driscoll is here. You go on in. I'll wait for you at the door. This time, I'm sure you'll be cured."

Perhaps having heard us, Gavin glanced our way. Now that I was facing him straight on, he was even more striking. His white coat was stretched tight across his body, letting the faint outlines of his muscles peek through. He was definitely strong.

A man like that must be incredibly "strong" in that department, too.

As my imagination ran wild, the itching I felt grew even more unbearable, and I instinctively forced my thighs together tightly.