CHAPTER 2

Evelyn's Pov

David must have noticed the expression on my face when I finally recognized him, because he smirked and held out a napkin for me.

“Your makeup is smudged,” he said politely.

“Thanks.” I blushed as I reached for the makeup then, used it to wipe whatever was left of my makeup.

“Rough night?” David said the second I was done wiping my face.

“I guess you could say that,” I replied.

“You know,” he said, his golden eyes studying my face, “you look better without makeup.”

His words made me blush even more. What are the odds that the hockey captain would be hitting on me on the night of my birthday, right after my boyfriend had cheated on me?

“Do you treat every girl like this?” I said suddenly, surprised and embarrassed at my own question. It must have been the alcohol. David simply smirked again and finished the last of his drink.

He reached forward and brushed a stray hair out of my face. “If you’re so intrigued by how I treat girls, why don’t you come see it for yourself? I live in Clover Hall, first floor. Room A06.” His voice was low and sultry, and as we leaned closer together, I felt my breathing become slower and more aroused.

I frowned then and pulled away. I needed comfort tonight, but not that sort of comfort.

“No way,” I said, crossing my arms. “I know your reputation. You’re a player.”

“So what if I am?” David murmured. “It’s your decision, but my room is open to you all night. You can walk anytime you want but my offer is open only tonight. After today, it won't be.”

With that, David sat back up and placed some money down on the counter.

“Take whatever the lady's having out of my tab.” he said to the bartender and sauntered out of the bar.

I kept sipping my water while I thought about the unexpected proposition of sex.

David was well-known as an adonis, a handsome player. Ever since David and Marsei, the cheerleader who stole my boyfriend, broke up last semester, David’s dorm had a constant stream of gorgeous girls going in at night and walking out the next morning, their lipstick smeared and their hair a mess. No girls ever went back; David only participated in one night stands.

I had never been interested in one night stands. Back then in high school, my classmates called me a nerd because of the way I looked — thick glasses and long skirt. I never had a chance with any of the boys, not even the nerds. The one time I thought I had a chance was when the football quarterback asked me to prom. It turned out to be a prank. The entire school had laughed at me as I showed up in my white dress, excited to dance with the quarterback, only for him to trip me and make me fall on the dance floor.

“Why would I want you?” he had said, pointing and laughing. “An uggo like you will never have a boyfriend!”

After that, I swore that I would focus on my studies without any distractions. Miraculously, I grew out of my “ugly duckling phase” the moment I started college. A lot of boys tried to get me to hook up with them, but I just wasn’t interested. If I was going to let a boy interrupt my studies, he would have to be someone I was truly in love with, someone who was perfect both intellectually and face-wise.

I had thought that Tommy would be the one. He seemed so sweet and kind, but I guessed wrong. He was the same as that quarterback in high school. After tonight, I’m never falling in love again.

“Sorry to say this, young lady, but the bar’s closing soon,” the bartender said, breaking me out of my deep thought. I nodded, finished off the last of my water and left the bar. The thought of going home right now made me sick. I couldn't face anyone just yet. But where would I go?

David's offer echoed in my head and I stilled. Should I really go there? He was a player and I couldn't trust him. But the last person I trusted betrayed me. At least, David didn't hide his intentions like Tommy did.

I threw my hair over my shoulder and went anyway.

I showed up at David’s dorm a little while later. Before I entered, I hesitated for a second. Was keeping my dignity really worth avoiding home? But I was all dressed up tonight with expensive lingerie, and besides… With Tommy and Marsei’s betrayal, what would be a better way to get back at them both?

Taking a deep breath, I turned the knob and entered David’s room.

He was sitting on the couch when I entered, as though he had been waiting for me.

“Change your mind, eh?” he said, standing and crossing the room toward me. He was much taller than me, and muscular to boot. This close, I could smell his cologne. It made my panties wet, almost like a pheromone.

“So,” he said, “what changed your mind? I thought my reputation scared you.”

“I just… Could use a little comfort,” I said.

Without saying anything, he leaned down and cupped my chin with his hand. He kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth in a way that Tommy’s never had.

After we kissed, he wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me to the bedroom. Our lips smacked together the whole way there. I bit his lower lip, which caused him to groan, and when we entered his dimly lit bedroom he slammed the door behind us and laid me down on the bed.

I was trembling, but there was something surprisingly gentle about David’s touch. I had expected a careless brute who only cared about getting himself off, but as he leaned over me and slid his fingers down my panties, I realized that my assumptions were wrong.

Before he could slide inside me, I grabbed his wrist and stopped him.

“Wait, I … I’m a virgin,” I whispered.

David was silent for a few moments. I was worried he wouldn’t want to continue after learning this about me, but then he merely smirked.

“I figured,” he replied, leaning down to nibble my ear. “I’ll be gentle with you.”

I let out a loud moan, arching my back as he slid into me, going faster and faster, until I was soaking wet and moaning loudly. I kissed and bit his neck as he fingered me, and moaned into his skin.

When it was over, David and I laid in bed for a minute before he got up and put on his underwear. I sat up, feeling both heavenly and ashamed of myself, and pulled my panties on.

There was something different about David now that we had had sex; his body language seemed more wild and dominant, and when he looked at me, his pupils were dilated. His eyes almost seemed like a different colour.

He smiled at me then and his teeth were sharp and glistening. My heart started to race as I felt like he was a wolf and I was his prey.

Swallowing, I stood and put the rest of my clothes on.

“See you around.” Before David could reply, I rushed out of the bedroom and left the dorm.

What was that look he gave me? Why did he look so… feral?