LOGINInstantly after I saw his car, I saw him leaning against it with his arms folded. I froze and turned around, walking in the opposite direction."Blair!" Felix called my name. I cursed under my breath and kept walking, looking down. I knew he was getting closer by the sound of his shoes hitting the cold pavement, so I quickened my pace.When I felt his hand touch my shoulder, I jerked, pushing him away."Blair, Blair, please stop," he pleaded, trying to keep me from walking by taking hold of my shoulders."Don’t touch me!" I snapped, shoving his hands off. They were cold as ice."Alright, I won’t touch you, but please stop—let me talk to you," he said, hurrying his step to keep up with me.My pulse was pounding too fast, but not for the right reasons. I just wanted him gone—out of my sight.Realizing he wasn’t going to stop following me, I halted. He stopped too, abruptly. For the first time, I looked at his face. He looked wrecked—like he hadn’t slept in days."I don’t want to talk to
BLAIR: Are we still having dinner this weekend?Before Kent found us, we were discussing having a special dinner. Maybe mentioning it would put him more at ease.Seconds later, I heard the notification. My heart started beating erratically, but I mustered up the courage to read it.FELIX: If you want to, yes.I knew he'd say yes, but I was still surprised by the politeness of his response.BLAIR: Tonight at 8:30?FELIX: Perfect.His simple choice of words showed me he was really happy to see me. He could have said a simple yes, but he chose the word perfect.Needless to say, I spent the rest of the afternoon in a bundle of anxiety. I couldn't decide what to wear, wanting to appear like I didn't put an effort while putting in so much thought into my outfit. I also put on the bracelet he gave me, wanting him to know I was there to fix things, not end them.Ultimately, the time to leave the house arrived. I fidgeted with my seatbelt the whole Uber ride until I reached Felix's apartment.
After our make up dinner, I proceeded with caution the next few weeks. Blair had all the right to be upset, and even though I did my very best to make him feel comfortable around me, I knew we needed to give things time to solidify once again.Looking back on that night, I was so surprised when he said he wanted to stay the night. It was all the confirmation I needed to truly believe that he was ready to move forward. I felt so relieved that he wanted to stay with me. Holding him close through the night showed me he felt safe in my arms, and knowing that he was comfortable enough to give me that trust reassured me so much.When I woke up the morning after, I did everything to make Blair feel appreciated and valued. I got up early and made him breakfast, serving it on a tray so he could have it in bed. I woke him up softly, not wanting to startle him. Blair opened his eyes slowly, but as soon as he realized I was carrying a tray full of his favorite foods he immediately sat up, coverin
"You can't run from me, you brat. Open your legs wide, Master De Montmorency, show me your sweet little cock."I obliged as he yanked me down to get closer to him on the edge of the mattress. As soon as I opened my legs, his mouth made contact with my tip instantly. With my ankles stretched wide open, it was impossible to move."How many have tasted you?" He asked firmly.I gulped, my voice shaking. "Not many, Sir."He stopped licking me, reaching for his belt which was lying on the floor."Again with the not many!" He rose to my eye level, bringing his belt with him. "Answer me or I'll leave a mark on you that won't disappear so soon. How many have tasted you before me?"I flinched, bringing my hands up to cover my face. I curled up under him, feeling genuine fear. This was the first time he made me feel like this, but I had to remind myself it was all a game, it was all a fantasy. However, I couldn't bring myself to answer. It was too painful, too real."I'm ashamed to say Sir, I'm
I hit the blunt and let the leafy smoke fill every nook and cranny of my lungs. I leaned back on the couch, accidentally kicking my anxiety medication on the floor. I didn't pick it up because I wasn't going to need it.I needed something stronger, something immediate, something that would actually alter my thought pattern and make me forget.If Kent, Professor Agnes or my therapist knew I was smoking pot they'd kill me.As the drug made its way to my bloodstream, my tears dried up. I was no longer feeling nauseous or that knot at the back of my throat. I was just relaxed, fatigued even, and that tiredness helped me not only forget that I had too many missed calls from Blair on my phone, but also fall asleep without picturing him by my side under the covers.For the last month, when I wasn't painting or working, I was smoking weed, making this list of three things the only remedies to forget what a fucking piece of shit I was.Sometimes it backfired though, and these three created the
"May I borrow a lighter? I promise to give it back in a second."I furrowed my eyebrows. Did she really not realize how awkward it was to ask her professor for a lighter so she could have a cig?"Sure, but what do you need a lighter for?""To light a few candles," she replied. Suddenly, David called called Maddox's name. I looked towards the table the students were gathered around. In the center, there was a cake with white frosting and fruit, two candles lit up."Oh, never mind Professor, we got it!" she said, hurrying back to her seat.Suddenly, another student came running through the doors of the cafeteria."She's coming!" He shouted, taking long strides and standing behind the group. Everyone got up, exchanging excited looks.As soon as Blair walked through the door and they started chanting "Happy Birthday", my heart fell to the floor. Just like me, he never told me his birthday. I was completely taken by surprise.I had never wanted to hide so much in my life. All I could do wa
“What makes you think that I’m yours?” The question slipped from my lips before I could stop it, but my breathing quickly turned heavy and ragged as Idris’s hand slid dangerously close to my throbbing core. Heat pooled low in my belly, anticipation making every nerve ending spark with need.My back
Alexander’s POVShe didn’t know a damn thing about sucking cock like she meant it—or about the kind of pleasure I could wring out of her until she shattered. But I already knew, bone-deep, that one day Emma would be so fucking addicted to me she’d throw herself at my feet. She’d crave my cock like
“You’re sleeping in my bed tonight Emma.”I froze mid-step, every muscle in my body locking up as Alexander’s words dropped over me like a heavy iron chain.The audacity. The sheer, suffocating arrogance.Slowly, I turned to face him, fists clenched so tight my nails bit into my palms. My throat st
EMMA’S POV“Make me.”The words left my mouth before I could swallow them back, defiant, reckless and dripping with every ounce of hatred and hunger I felt for him.Alexander’s eyes flared, black and savage. For one heartbeat, the only sound was our ragged breathing and the distant crash of waves a







