Chapter Four

Shaking my head at his weirdness which I was already used to, I thanked him and headed to the direction of the west wing. I was about to begin my search when I heard noises. First, it was a girlish squeak, which was then followed by a husky male chuckle that seemed oddly familiar. I wanted to go check it out but then I remembered the saying: curiosity killed the cat. Deciding to ignore the sound I continued my research.

Not a minute later I heard another sound this time it was loud and it was clear and it consisted of moans and I knew I couldn't ignore it any longer. I was considering whether to abandon my search and hightail my ass out of the library when my thought process was further interrupted by the little ongoing coupling session.

“More, please, right there....” If I hadn’t already been sure of what was happening, this right here clarified any doubt and at this point, I just knew I had to find out who was violating this sacred library.

 As I crossed the corner, I saw something I knew I'd spend days trying to unseen. Whitney Williams, Rixton high head cheerleader and also the founder of the slut squad was naked from the waist up, in the library, voyeurism much? I thought to myself, I honestly would need to wash my eyeballs out with bleach. Her legs were wrapped around the waist of a boy whose head was covered in black hair. He looked like he was really into what he was doing while she was moaning like a drowning cat. I couldn't help the disgusted sound that came out of my throat. Suddenly, the boy turned around and looked directly at me and surprise flashed across his features.

“Cookie girl?” he drawled with amusement.

Then I remembered. He was the boy from the grocery store. The boy was about to say something further when Whitney finally opened her eyes.

“Baby can we con-“ She started saying before stopping short after realizing they weren’t alone. Duh, finally!

“Look who we have here... It's Miss Goody-two-shoes, wanna join?” She asked with fake humor not even bothering to cover her naked chest. My only response was a dramatic eye roll that I hoped conveyed my disgust at their lack of decency. The ease with which they violated the library and their lack of shame at being caught red-handed was appalling.

“Yeah cookie, wanna join? I'd give anything to do a threesome with the two hottest pieces Rixon High has to offer” He offered seductively with both his dark eyebrows raised invitingly.

“You disgust me” I spit out, swiftly turning around on the heels of my booted feet and marching out with my head held high because no way would I give them the satisfaction of seeing how rattled I was, I wasn’t the one caught naked here.  

After turning the corner and out of their vicinity, I all but ran towards the exit of the library, I heard what sounded like the boy’s voice chuckling delightfully and it further spurred me to pick up my pace, I couldn't wait to get out of there.

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Roman’s POV

Today has been boring, too boring. Maybe its because I’ve been too focused on searching for my cookie girl to focus on anything and anyone else but so far no luck. I’m beginning to convince myself she must not be in high school when a little gasp distracts me from my present task at hand, involving me, Whitney, and the library. I’m easily distracted by the sound because even the hook up session with Whitney was beginning to bore me. She, just like everyone else is ready to jump from a mountain if I so much as hint it, the power and influence my wealth brings me lost its influence many years ago when I found out how far people are willing to use me, pretend to be my friend just to gain favors. Maybe that’s why I’m so intrigued by the cookie girl, she gave me shit, which I definitely deserved, and loved.

I turn around to check for the sound and surprisingly, it’s her.

“Cookie girl?” I call out. I’m not trying to confirm whether it’s her or not, I know It’s her. Ever since the day at the grocery store, my thoughts have constantly drifted to her, her beautiful face, her raspy voice, her long hair, simply, everything about her fascinates me. I just have to get to know her.

She must remember me because her look of irritation at Whitney and me hooking up in the library turns to extreme disgust.

"Baby can we con-" Whitney attempts to speak as if finally realizing we weren't alone, but unfortunately for her, they wouldn't be any more, now that I've seen my cookie girl, my interest in Whitney suddenly withers.

“Look who we have here... It's Miss Goody-two-shoes, wanna join?” Whitney continues with her voice that suddenly irritates my ears I’m desperate to throw her off me, but I want to see how this entire thing plays out.

But I'm so desperate to hear her voice again, to get one of her reactions again that I stupidly say, "Yeah Cookie, wanna join? I'd give anything to do a threesome with the two hottest pieces Rixon High has to offer"

The look she gives us after I say those words could make a weaker man run off a bridge, or avoid her forever for fear of getting his balls chopped off. But I'm no weaker man and it only makes me want her more. I guess you can say I'm a sucker for punishment, why else would I want a girl who dislikes me so much? Maybe I'm crazy but when you've lived all your life being waited on and served and treated better than the entire Royal family of Britain, you get bored and develop singular tastes. I want this girl and I'll do anything, pay anyone to have her but first I'll play with her a bit, I quite like the glares she gives me, this little cat and mouse game between us wildly turns me on. I'll let it go on a few weeks and then, I'll make her mine.