บททั้งหมดของ His Booty Call: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

"Shit. Double hell!" I exclaim.Roxana rolls her eyes, "Just call him, you don't have to be overdramatic." She says.I try to remember if we exchanged numbers with Ryan. He's supposed to pick me up in less than ten minutes for the gala dinner. I quickly skim through my contacts list, until I spot his name and text him Roxana's address. I had initially given him my address but Oliver is there with his girlfriend."I'll get that." Roxana offers when her doorbell rings.I nod and sit on her dresser to do my makeup.Minutes later, she storms in angry. "Ugh! I hate my fucking life." She screams in annoyance."Now who is being overdramatic?" I ask. She bangs a box that was on her arms. "Can't wait to graduate and be free to live my life as I wish." She rips it apart to reveal what is inside. It is a dress. "You got to be kidding me." She says as she lifts it. It is the same as the one she is wearing and got from Satisfaction."Where did that one come from?" "Where do you think? My paren

I scoff in disbelief. He's unbelievable. He ignores me throughout and only wants me for one thing. But again isn't that what I am to him; his booty call.He leans forward and kisses me and I kiss him back with more fervour than I had before, and we stand there kissing and kissing. I feel lightheaded from his sweet kisses.I am swoon. The kisses are more different from the other times. He gentle and passionate unlike the other times he is driven by his animalistic desire.He breaks the kiss, making me feel empty from the absence of his soft and warm lips. He lifts me like am a bag of feathers, weighing close to nothing. He carries me back to the bathroom and locks it. He rests me on top of a sink, pushes my legs apart. His hand move up the dress slit to where it exposes my garter. He moves past it to my sex. He brushes a finger through my panty before bringing it to his nose and sniffing it. I gasp involuntary, I have never been so turned on. "You smell of sin." He says as he brings

Too many thoughts are ripping through my mind to simply focus on one. I don't even realize Oliver has called my name out and he is rushing to Quinn's position. I hurriedly move to where they are standing. My heart racing like shit. What if he dies here? Jesus! "What are we going to do?" I whisper at Oliver. He raises his eyebrows. "Hospital, perhaps." He says sarcastically. Quinn withers beneath our hold, "No." It is a weak plea from him. I follow where his hand is trying to stop the bleeding and realize he is stabbed just below his ribs. I feel an overwhelming dizziness slam into me as I gaze down at the wound. "Let's stop the bleeding first before anything, " Oliver suggests. I agree with his line of thought and help him lay Quinn on the sofa. Quinn is trying too hard to keep his feelings guarded, however, his constricted face tell the amount of pain is in. I am not remotely close to knowing the first thing to do to stop any bleeding. Oliver removes his T-shirt, He tea

The Nickel Manor is the irony of its name. It is ostentatious to a point of intimidation. A multi-million mansion sleeping on a large estate. Plain murky brown coloured bricks pride it, with a grandiose circular driveway and ornate fountain at the centre. It has immaculate Italianate garden with orchards, arboretum and well-trimmed walled vegetable gardens. My Audi's engine dies in front of it. It is not a cheap machine but it is out of place parked among the luxurious cars. I sit behind the wheel to access my vicinity. It is an estate with character and charm. I hope I have the charm too, considering I wasn't appealing enough for Quinn's father. I also don't know if Quinn lives on his own or lives here with his family and if he does; he will be pleased to see me. After doing a retouch to my make up. I step out of my car and take a deep breath. I take careful steps to a large oak door and knock twice. The door flies open, a middle-aged woman in black attire and a tight bun faces me.

Unknown number: Don't look for me! DON'T!I read Quinn's text again as I enter a filled class the next day. His usual spot is where my eyes land at first, it's empty. Ryan is seated alone. His eyes glued to his phone.I sigh exhausting and walk to my seat. I find Roxana on her normal seat but my seat is occupied by Marya."You are seated on my seat." I seethe at her."It has no name on it." Marya spats with equal venom. I look over at Roxana to shush her idiotic friend but she does not attempt to look at me. I have sent her countless apologies but all in vain."This isn't your class. You aren't supposed to be in here."We attracting attention as the whispers surround us."It is a free country I can be where I want." I look between her and Roxana, anger boiling inside me. I exhale and turn on my heels to the only empty seat in class; beside Ryan.He doesn't bother to lift his head as I sit beside him."Am sorry," I mutter under my breath."I will file your apology under “Pending Case