บททั้งหมดของ HIM ALL ALONG: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

GREG: “We need to talk.” Nicholas’ words resonated like a spell despite the command it holds. I strangely lost my voice and stared at him, just as happy as I was to see him. I was mad at him. I remember I was. But why? I can’t recur or feel anything except my heart reaping in joy to see him. He pulled me along, and I followed him to wherever. I heard Frederick’s gasps and one from everyone else in the classroom, but Nicholas was too fast to take me out of the class before I could turn to see their state. Other students in the hallway didn’t hide their expressions; they hawked and squeaked at our pass. It suddenly became a viral view, and as we walked past each student, they lifted their phones in a hurry to gossip about it on the school platform, which I strictly refused to join. I regret it now. I wish I had joined. I would’ve known if Larozo had seen my development with Nicholas. He should be aware; that would be the befitting punishment for him. Having Nicholas with me in thi

NICHOLAS: I rode with Greg out of the school to the farther bus stop, where he requested I end our little road trip. I understand his plight, his hiding from me. He is keeping his anonymity, and I wonder how long he would keep that zipped. He can seal it forever if he intends. I do not care about him being a Waldeen. I enjoy our hitting off under the cloak. If he had known I was aware of his identity, we may not be progressive out of ill record. My profile of only wanting and sleeping with the rich boys of D’caprias doesn’t go without fame. Either of us revealing his identity may joggle his interest and belief. He might think I approached him solely for his money, causing a dent in my sincerity. I do not need to explain it is not all true. I never wanted these boys because of their money. I had wanted them close and clad enough to find the boy I had been seeking. Trust me, a day hasn’t passed without a slide in thoughts about the boy. Well, you could say I lie now. Having Rahul a

GREG: I turned to meet the most handsome male on record, standing at the entrance, staring at me with great affection. He couldn’t hide it. I saw it, and I feel contended that he has such an impression of me. He descended the stairs, covered with red carpets, and stood at the foot of the room. From above, he looked the same tall and challenging. Nicholas’ physique is intimidating, and he knows about it. He didn’t dress up like me, yet he looked more attractive in his black jeans, torn on both knees, and the black t-shirt protected with a black jacket. His shoes were black, and so was his belt. Those shades of black gave him an idol look, and I melted in its effect. Nicholas wore no accessories while I clad up in a fancy wristwatch and diamond neckwear plastered to my neck, which reflected in between the open buttons of my shirt. He began elevating to me, and without realizing I was moving restlessly on my seat, I gripped my pants. His every step took a breath from me, and I imagi

GREG: Nicholas’ question put me off. I couldn’t make a meaning out of it and why he would want me to do something that looks right to be done by him. I haven’t explored my sexual take-ins and outs. I do not know if I want to top Nicholas, if I can go over him, I do not know any of these. “Greg…?” He stood at his full height, and I couldn’t believe such a giant wanted me in him. Nicholas must be crazy. “I would prefer the other way.” I have experienced the other position. Although unprepared and painful, it wasn’t bad. I liked it. I know I did. Even after declaring I would keep a top position due to the pain, I attest to preferring the bottom position for the pleasure of being fucked. “How do you know which to prefer? Have you taken both positions before?” “Yes…No,” I stammered. “I mean, no. I haven’t dug into anyone. I do not know how that goes.” “Do you not want to do me?” Nicholas turned gentle and submissive, a personality I hadn’t seen in him before, one that looked like

POV LAROZO: It is alright if you dislike me. I don’t give an ear about your impression of me either. Hate or love me; the worries rest upon yourself. Except for him, I do not care if anyone likes or dislikes me. He has threatened to cease his availability, and it hasn’t been smooth living with his words. I do not want Lucky away from me. I would go insane if he hated me; I would jump off a cliff. Coming to break my heart with his anger kept me crying all day. I am a croaked shadow of myself, yet I couldn’t wave Lucky’s threats. “I have always known you to be selfish, only I did not know you were this terrible,” he bellowed. Lucky has failed to see I cannot live without his love. He refused to understand I did it because I wanted him all to myself. I was jealous. I thought I was losing him to Greg Bolt. I do not want to lose Lucky. He doesn’t want to see he is the only thing keeping me eager to live on. “You are hurting me.” I pleaded with all eagerness for him to stop raining