Chapter 4: Sinful thoughts

"Hey, little nerd. Long time, no see," Nica greeted as she sat beside her, while Dimitri sat with Klaus, arms folded.

"Hey," Morticia greeted awkwardly.

"If you don't want them here, I can send them away," Klaus said coldly.

"No, no, it's fine," she shook her head. They'd hate her if she said yes.

"It's really nice to see you here, Morticia. I can't believe we're going to be attending the same college," Dimitri said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Right? I can't believe that either," she mumbled, glancing over at Klaus, who was quiet, wearing his usual cold look.

"How about you come to my birthday party tonight?" Dimitri offered, and Morticia swallowed hard. She was inviting her to a party? Her?

Klaus finally looked up. "No, she's not."

"Why not? It'll be fun to have her there. You're showing her around, right? She should get to know the college better," Nica chimed in.

"It's not a place for her. She's not going."

"Why are you deciding for me? I can make my own decisions," Morticia snapped, not liking the way Klaus was trying to control her.

"Bunnie..."

"I'm going," she declared, and Dimitri smiled.

'The hell are you doing, Morty?' her subconscious scolded.

"You're bold, unlike before. I like that," Dimitri said with a smirk.

"I'm going shopping for dresses. Wanna come? I can help you pick something out. You could also spend the night at my place-I live alone," Nica offered.

"Really? Thanks," Morticia smiled but caught Klaus's unreadable gaze.

While picking dresses at the mall, Nica suddenly asked, "So, have you told Klaus about your feelings?"

"Huh?" Morticia's face turned red. How did she know about her feelings for him?

"Don't be surprised. A lot of people knew you were crushing on Sin. You stare at him a lot. I mean, who wouldn't crush on a demigod like him?"

Morticia blinked. So many knew back in high school? But Klaus and her brother never noticed?

"Why do you call him Sin?" Morticia asked, remembering Dimitri had called him that earlier.

"That's his nickname here," Nica replied. "So why haven't you told him?"

"I... I can't tell him."

"Great decision, because he'd reject you without a second thought."

Wow, that was harsh.

"Why?" Morticia asked, wondering if it was because she was his best friend's little sister.

"Look at you. You're nothing like the girls he likes. Not even close," Nica said, inspecting the dresses. "And to catch his attention, you've got to be the kind of girl he likes."

"What-what kind of girl?" Even though she already knew, she wanted to hear it. Maybe his taste had changed. But no, she was wrong.

"Bold, experienced, fun to be around, and so on. You've got to put yourself out there, girl, not hide behind sweatshirts and pants. And what's with those glasses you wear all the time?" she asked.

Wow, another harsh comment. But Morticia knew Nica was right.

"Aha! I've found it," Nica spun around with the most revealing dress Morticia had ever seen. It was a crop top with an open back, and the skirt barely covered anything.

"I'm not wearing that," Morticia shook her head.

Nica glanced at the dress again. "Right, this might be too much for a starter like you. I'll find something else."

After searching for a while longer, she found the perfect one.

"Eureka," Nica muttered.

A little while later, Morticia stared at another version of herself in the mirror. Her cheeks burned at the thought of Klaus seeing her like this.

"Damn, girl," Nica chuckled, and Morticia bit her lip nervously.

"Are you sure about this?" she asked, turning to Nica, who removed her glasses and let her hair down, cascading almost to her waist.

"You look crazily hot. Just a little touch, and you'll be perfect. Sin won't be able to handle it."

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Klaus arrived at Nica's place later that night. The party would start soon. He had left Morticia with Nica since she was the only one of his friends who seemed decent enough.

Nica had been somewhat close to Morticia during high school anyway.

"What's taking Nica so long?" he asked Dimitri curtly, his gaze shifting to the room upstairs where Nica was helping Morticia get ready.

"Chill, Sin," Dimitri muttered.

Klaus wore a black leather jacket, with strands of his jet-black hair falling onto his forehead, making him look effortlessly hot.

Dimitri watched him, her eyes tracing every detail of his hotness.

"Simon told me you wanted to quit."

Anger flashed in Klaus's eyes. "So?"

"Why?"

"None of your business," he replied coldly.

Dimitri rolled her eyes. She was used to Klaus's icy demeanor and couldn't wait to have him in her bed tonight. That would be the highlight of her evening.

Finally, Nica's door opened, and she stepped out.

"What the hell took you so-" Klaus's voice trailed off as Morticia stepped down the stairs.

Fuck! He almost didn't recognize her.

She wasn't the nerdy, shy, childish girl anymore. She was different. Everything slowed down as he took in her appearance.

Her peach short flare spaghetti-strap dress barely reached her knees. It hugged her waist, pushing her breasts up just enough to reveal a hint of cleavage. Her smooth skin glowed under the lights.

The flare of the dress accentuated her enticing backside, and her smooth thighs, slightly revealed, made his Adam's apple bob up and down. She wore light makeup, and her hair fell over her shoulders, highlighting her beauty.

Klaus had never been speechless in his life. But right now, he was completely struck by the girl approaching him.

Her gaze locked onto his as she bit her lower lip, making it wet before him.

Fuck... fuck... fuck...

Those words rang in his head as all he wanted to do was grab her, pin her to the goddamn wall, and ravage her lips until she was breathless.

Was it because of the alcohol he'd had earlier? Because at that moment...

He knew Vincent would kill him if he knew what he was thinking about his sister...

Fuck.