All Chapters of Teach me to sin: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Chapter 62: Sophia's POVThe humiliation of two days ago had festered, burning a hole in my stomach. Julius had broken up with me and I feared that he may have been serious because I found that he had blocked me on all social media platforms and blocked my number as well.I had a spare key to his dorm but he had the locks changed. He really was shutting me out. This couldn't be happening right? I mean, I was his girlfriend and we were litereally Heldon's power couple. Everyone wanted to be us.Was Julius seriously going to leave me and walk out on all that we have and all that we've shared because I got caught in the middle of some dumb, meaningless fling? He was smarter than that right?I get that he has every right to be angry but he had to understand that Brent means absolutely nothing to me and I looked in his direction because I was being neglected. But he’d cool down. He always did. I just needed to talk to him, to treat it like every other minor disagreement that we've had in

The soft glow of the desk lamp cast long shadows across my office, it gave the place a more quiet and relaxed vibe that I usually got to experience when Heldon had closed for the day. The students had retired to their dorms or one of their numerous late night parties.The only sounds that remained was that of a few people that came around to study and the security guard and janitors that moved around doing their job. Alex sat on the worn leather sofa, a tub of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream precariously balanced on his lap, a small spoon digging in. He looked like an adorable little child that had gotten his favorite snack after surviving a traumatic incident like falling off their bicycle.In truth, Alex had survuved a traumatic and shocking incident. I knew that he and Collin had been going strong for a while now and I couldn't imagine what could have gone wrong.Collin had been such a good kid that even I got envious of the way that he treated Alex. He seemed like he was

The crisp morning air usually brought me a sense of peace, but today, it did little to quiet the restless churn in my mind. Every passing movement of my life was spent thinking about him.Tristan.He had been on my time for the longest time actually; three years. For three years and counting, I drowned in the thoughts of Tristan and I couldn't find a way to banish them.It had been far too long since I had seen him, since I had heard his voice, since I truly connected with him. And to be honest, that was entirely my fault and I get that I deserved it but we all make mistakes right?Our past. It was a beautiful, complicated mess. Tristan and I, we'd been something special. He had just gotten through a divorce with his ex wife and was ready to really embrace who he really was with me and I was drawn to his charm, his kindness, his looks and the way that he loved me.It was one of those romance novel kind of love; The deep, intense kind that felt like it could break through any barrier a

"He kissed me, Darling! It was incredible!" I practically shouted into the phone, my voice buzzing with a mix of disbelief and pure elation, ''Oh God, Darling, you're a freaking genius. Your plan worked". And to think that I was worried that it wouldn't work and everything would have been for nothing. It was so hard to believe that we had spent the night together. A wonderful, mind blowing night.I woke up that morning feeling like I was literally walking on sunshine. I could not remember the last time that I felt that way. I knew that I was in a great mood when despite Caleb showing up at my front door again, my mood didn't sour.I was way too glad to be alive. Everything just felt right.Darling, despite sounding a little off, had managed to match my excitement, and just talking about it made my cheeks ache from smiling. I did ask if he was okay because something about the way he spoke seemed.... I don't know, sad.Darling had assured me that he was fine, just feeling under the wea

CHAP.70 [CALEB'S POV]The last gasps of pleasure faded, leaving behind the familiar hollow, disgusting ache that I hated so very much. My eyes, still closed, had painted Tristan's face over the stranger above me, his laugh, his scent, his touch a phantom limb of my deepest desires.I hated this man that just came inside me. Hell, I didn't even know his name. But for the last forty minutes that I fucked him, he was Tristan. It was a pathetic charade, one I played far too often, but it was the only way I could stomach these fleeting encounters. I knew that as much as I wanted to, I could not have Tristan in this way so I had to make do with whatever I could make do with. As the man stirred, a soft groan escaping his lips, I pushed him off me gently but firmly. I had pretended that he was someone else long enough and now I needed him out of my house."Alright," I said, my voice flat, devoid of any warmth. "That was fun," I sat up and picked up my phone, scrolling mindlessly, "You c