Chapter 8

Felisha’s POV, 

The loud music blaring all around the premises, smokes from cigarette pulluting everywhere was really making me loose brain cells. Hormonal teenagers and adults were al overall the hall engaging  different obscene attictives like drinking, girls giving guys a lap dance and some were openly making out even. The neon lights glistening was giving it the steamy sinful aura. 

Why in the lord's name will Sabastian pick a frat house of all places to live in!! It’s already frustrating how he’d to distrupt my beauty sleep tonight and call me for the start of the sex contract I’d signed but now this?  

I was literally freaking out as I stood in the middle of this all, waiting for Sabastian who’d told me hours earlier on the phone that he’d be hear soon. Now what hell is taking him this long. No it should be how would he even find me in this crowd. My head had been spinning round as I walk about ailmessly but no sign of him. 

"Ugh.." I groaned getting faustrated at searching for Sabastian and the lustful eyes of some perverted guys staring at me. 

I should probably turn around and head back.. it's better not to be seen in places like this. 

Crazy how it might sound but I'm letting the boy do whatever he chooses with my sextape. I turned around and attempted taking a step but I killed it immediately with a painful yet inaudible groan.

"I see you're here already, Felisha" Sabastian mused, saying my name like a song he recently memorized.

Fuck me!

Could I just knock his balls this once?!

"Yea," I managed a smile as I turned around to face him. "You never mentioned living in a frat house," I gulped out the words the moment my eyes rested on his neck.

For a moment I was transfixed by the way it moved everytime he swallowed, I immediately pinched myself to stop before I would end up running my fingers around it.

"You never asked-" 

His eyes sweeped round me and he stretched out his hand, a smile lurking on his face. My throat panged as I accepted the help and let him lead me into the frat house, we walked into a big sitting room and then walked across rooms.

I used that moment to gather my thoughts and prepare myself for whatever was going to happen later but I couldn't stop myself from gloping at him. He was one hell of a tall guy, manly and excessively handsome.

his palm was  so soft and filled with warmth that I never wish to let go of it.

We stopped at the foot of a door and I guess that was his. Swiftly, he released my hand and pulled the doorknob. The darkness that emancipated from the room almost blinded me and even when he switched on the lights there was absolutely no difference.

I swallowed deeply, my head already tired of moving around as I took in too many details at once. 

One of the walls had a huge image showing a scene for a football game, it kinda. The floors had this auspicious brownish color that gave it a really odd vibe–I would say cinematic.

As if that wasn't enough, on the shelves were a few other themed elements such as a beanbag chair shaped like a ball, football-themed accessories and decorations in strategic places such as on the nightstand, on the dresser, at the foot of the bed.

It was just too much for me to take in at once and trust me the vibes of the room was a total mood killer for me. Even owning to the fact that I'm a freaking football coach I would never picture myself getting this addicted to football–not me. 

"Uhh.. " he sighed, running his palms on his hips. "I was just about taking a shower when you walked in, I should probably go do that now."

I nodded gullibly, my thoughts were already circling round what he just said and it was painting an image of him naked in his bathroom.

I hadn't noticed how pale I was looking until I felt the hot burns of his stare, he was standing so close to me, our face inches apart.

His hot, intoxicating breath fanned my face and I swear I could feel my Clint dripping. "Do you want to tag along?" He whispered and I could feel the dryness of my throat.

I broke the stare and pushed a little backwards but he chuckled. A hot breath blew out of my lips, a quick realization dawning on me on how pale they were. 

Wouldn't hurt if I join in his seductive game, his full shaped lips were already too tempting but… 

"I… " I brought my gaze down, pulling back but he pulled close, we stared at eachother, a silent affirmation passing between us. I felt his gaze like a touch, I tried to avert my gaze but his finger dashed to my jaw, pulling it up slowly. 

He stood close to me, so close that I could feel the heat of his body. My heart raced as our eyes met and held. I struggled with my feelings but it only increased my sexual tension.

His finger left my jaw and moved to my lips, I attempted shutting them but my body was no longer mine as they had parted perhaps hoping he leaned in and penetrated–my thought panged and as I itched for a kiss he smuggled a small laugh and returned his gaze back to my eyes.

And in that second I almost felt my soul leave me.

How does he know so much about me already to pull this tricky step?

Guess I'm running mad to even imagine dirty stuff about him, as much as I know he's still a minor.

"Your eyes are revealing too much, Felisha-" he chuckled.

I had to bite my lip to stop it from cussing him out loud.

I etched closer to his chest but almost regretted it when his sweet cologne swooned across my senses. My lips produced a groaning sound and I forced myself to break the contact.

"Didn't know your obsession towards football was this much"

For a moment he stared at me, his dreamy eyes digging into my soul. I managed an uptight face and a smile broke out of his lips, "I am the football captain afterall" he sniggered and I felt the need to roll my eyes.

I moved away from him and stood before his shelf, admiring it. A rack of business books caught my eye and I picked one up, staring at the cover. 

"So you read books too?" It was a foolish question to ask, I knew but went ahead with it.

I didn't realize he was close to me until I heard his voice behind me, "the fact that I'm obsessed with football doesn't cut me off from extra curricular lessons" his tone was fueled with sarcasm.

I tilt my head a little backwards to spare him a glance and he took that as a chance to elaborate.

"I'm a business student and–" he took one step ahead of me and snatched the book from my grasp, dumping it back to the book rack. "You are not here to pokenose on my business, you know that."

Hesitantly, I raised my hands in submission, taking my gaze around.

I heard him walk up behind me. I begin to turn around and I see his smiling face.

He says, “Don't turn, this is about you.”

My heart begins to pound. I stood there, feeling a desire run from my heart, to my chest, and down toward my inner thighs.

His finger touched my neck, and the hair as it was moved away nearly gave me the chills. His hands went from the sides of my head and down to my neck, out to my shoulders and down to my hands. He grabbed my hands gently yet firm, put them in front of me and paused. I felt safe, he spoke no words. My heart is about to beat out of my chest and I close my eyes and take a deep breath out.

He kisses my shoulder, and runs his lips on my skin towards my ear, but doesn't quite make it that far. I tilt my head and after his deep breath out he bites me gently. It doesn't hurt, it only makes me want more.

He turns me around, and we are facing each other. He stares into my eyes and smiles. "Again, your eyes are exposing too much–"

Fuck those stupid hormones!!

"What's your age?" He furrowed his brows as the question was totally out of the box. I had to know how old he was cause I can't see myself doing this with an underage person.

His lips didn't move, his eyes only did the work as he'd already seized me up in a tight glare.

Doesn't he understand that… "I have to be sure that you're not a minor"

"What?!" 

"If you are then I don't mind my sextape going viral. I’ll rather face the stigma for a short period of time than end up I’m jail for sleeping around with a minor" 

His hand slipped into his hair and a confused smile hopped on his face, "I am not a minor, I am 23!!"

"I don't believe you, can I see.. give me your ID" my words might be sounding absurd to his ears but nothing's gonna happen if I don't confirm with my very eyes that he's 23.

Without hesitation, he puffed out a smile and walked into an inner room then back with an ID hanging in his hand. "Here, see for yourself"

I collected it unwillingly and was shocked to find out that he wasn't lying but how can.. "you don't look your age." My tone was shocking even to myself. 

"I know you're 28” he said so casually but that hit me like a bomb and the grimance it brought to my face was too vivid. 

“Oh you don't have to be disgusted I actually love older women, they know how to be kinky and stuff." His ferocity was now gone and instead replaced with a smutty smile.

I'm not disgusted about him being younger but rather how he could still want this even after learning about my age..

He did he even…”How do you know my age?"