Christmas With My Boyfriend… and His Roommate

My name was Giselle Sutton, and I had carried myself with a demure and refined demeanor ever since I was a child. No one knew the truth—that I desperately lusted after men.Although I was the campus belle, I only started dating my first boyfriend, Blake Finch, when I was about to graduate because of my parents' strict rules.The atmosphere during Christmas Eve was perfect.Blake brought me back to his rented apartment, wanting to give me an unforgettable first time.I pretended to be reserved, but in reality, I was already brimming with impatience.Blake pushed me against the door after he locked it. His kisses were hot and messy, making my mind go blank.I let my hands slide down from where they were pinned against the door, feeling how his skin burned against my fingertips. Desire was set aflame in my stomach and slowly traveled upward, burning away the last of my rationality.I trembled as we moved clumsily against each other.Blake pressed his warm palm against my lips when

My skin stung viciously, but I could also feel a numb yet tingling sensation somewhere deep within me.The man shifted closer to me. His voice was colored with mirth when he murmured, "You're so into this. You must be Blake's girlfriend."My mind went blank. I nodded bashfully before I stammered, "Yes… L-let go of me."The man let out a low chuckle.I couldn't make out his appearance in the dark, but I could feel his heated breath fanning across my face, carrying an undeniably masculine scent. It made my own breathing go haywire."Let you go?" he asked. "And then what? Are you going to walk out of my room in these scraps you call clothes? Are you going to let Blake see you in this state?"The man's words cut through the haze of desire clouding my mind and restored some of my rationality.He was right. I couldn't face Blake like this—not when I was practically wearing nothing. On top of that, I was clearly aroused. I was shaking all over, and my inner thighs were a mess. Anyone c

Before I could figure out what was going on, a tall and slender woman approached Dylan and me.She locked arms with Dylan and shot me an irritated look, asking, "Who's this?"Dylan answered before I could even say a word, speaking in a tone that made it seem like we had coincidentally run into each other. "She's Blake's girlfriend. She came to look for him."The woman immediately dropped her guard and curiously gave me a once-over. She smiled sweetly and introduced herself as Trixie Ashford. She was Dylan's girlfriend, and she had returned to the country specifically to celebrate Christmas with him.I felt a dull ache in my heart when I learned that Trixie was Dylan's girlfriend.If he already had a girlfriend, why did he still do all of those things to me earlier?I immediately dismissed the thought and berated myself for even thinking that way.Dylan and I shouldn't have done what we did from the very start. I also had a boyfriend, so I couldn't afford to have such wayward tho

The man chuckled mischievously in my ear.My legs felt weak, and my mind had also turned to mush.Blake's teammates exchanged glances before they slowly surrounded me, trapping me in a tiny, cramped space.My hammering heartbeat sounded deafening in my ears."That's enough. Why are all of you surrounding her like that? You've already brought Blake to his room, haven't you? Get out."A cold and stern voice came from the door.It was Dylan.I snapped back to my senses and looked at Dylan, whose jaw was set in a tight line.A wave of shame washed over me. What had I been thinking just now?I felt like I was drowning in awkwardness as I dashed toward the door and closed it, leaving only me and Blake, who was still completely passed out from the alcohol, in the room.Frustration simmered within me when I looked at Blake's unguarded sleeping face. I used to think that he was quite handsome. But as I took a good look at him again, I realized that his looks were just average.…Aft

I gasped in surprise as my body stiffened. I could clearly feel the warmth and strength radiating from his arm through the thin layers of our clothes."You don't want to be with me?" he asked as he lowered his head, his hot breath fanning across my ear.An inexplicable emotion surged through me, making my legs feel weak."I'm much better than Blake," he added.I couldn't help but feel as if Dylan had cast a spell on me; his voice seemed to bewitch me.He brought up his other hand and curled it around the back of my neck, lightly stroking me with his fingertips.An electrifying sensation shot up my spine, straight to my head.Dylan pressed even closer. His lips were practically touching my ear as he whispered, "If you reject me, I'll send the pictures I took of you that night to Blake."I felt the blood in my veins turn to ice."You took pictures of me?" I hissed."Why not?" he asked nonchalantly. He brushed his thumb across my lips before saying, "You looked so good. I wanted