All Chapters of End Game: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

SEBASTIAN’S POV I was in a very good mood, some chilled country music playing in my car as I pulled into the gas station in Southridge. Zaire was standing near the store entrance with his backpack over his shoulders, head tilted down as he scrolled on his phone. A stupid smile pulled at my mouth just by the mere sight of him. He looked handsome as always, enough to make my stomach do that weird little flip it always did around him. Man, I was a gone boy. Since it was a little cold out, he wore a pair of black wide legged oversized sweatpants, a white t-shirt, and a dusty pink zip-up hoodie that had small black details on it. His locs were pushed back by a beanie, though some fell around his face while the rest cascaded down his back. I sat there for a second just staring like an idiot before grabbing my keys and stepping out. I tried to not look too eager as I walked over to him. He glanced up when he heard me approach. "You're late." he said immediately, but I was slightly

SEBASTIAN'S POV For the first time in my life, I wasn't enjoying a football game. And it had nothing to do with the game itself. It was what I was being forced to sit through the whole damn time. Naomi was all over Zaire, and he didn't seem to mind at all. She sat pressed up against him on the bleachers like there was no empty space anywhere else. Every few minutes she leaned in close to say something in his ear, laughing at whatever he said. Her hand kept finding his arm, his shoulder, his hair, his chest, and Zaire let her. Worse-he looked comfortable. Was this how he acted with girls he liked? Easy. Relaxed. Smiling all the damn time. I felt sick. I felt heartbroken. And I could hear that little voice at the back of my mind that I have been trying to ignore the entire time I have been in love with this boy, reminding me once again of the one thing I feared the most: Zaire could never love me back. He was into girls. He loved soft, curvy body and tits. And me? I was a to

ZAIRE'S POV Sebastian kneeled down between my legs, his hands unbuckling my belt while staring right at me. I licked my lips, heat pooling at the pit of my stomach at the intensity of his gaze. I was nervous and trembling with anticipation of what was going to happen next. I lifted myself up slightly from the couch as Sebastian pulled off my jeans along with my briefs. My cock sprung out—hard and heavy, glistening with the evidence of how aroused I truly was. I had never felt so turned on in my life. A choked sound escaped my throat as Sebastian wrapped a firm hand around my shaft. He started stroking me slowly, his touch sending delicious shivers all over my body. I bit down my lip, my breath coming out heavy and ragged. I hissed, my fingers curling into the couch cushions as he leaned in and swiped his long tongue across my reddened head. He then licked my length a few more time before he finally put it in his warm mouth. I closed my eyes shut, inhaling deeply through my nos

SEBASTIAN’S POV “So you guys hooked up?” Maggie asked after I told her what happened after I stormed away from the party last night. “Yeah.” I nodded and leaned back in the booth. “We made out and I gave him head.” Maggie looked at me for a few seconds before sighing. “Seb, I know you love Zaire, but—” “But what?” “Why don’t you just tell him how you feel? At least then you’ll know where you stand with him. You can’t keep hurting yourself over this secret pining. Enough is enough.” It sounded simple when she said it like that. But nothing about this was simple. “I didn’t like how he treated you last night,” she continued. “He's busy leading you and entertaining other girls right in front of you.” “He didn’t lead me on, Maggie. He never promised me anything.” “I don't care. He's making out with you and letting you suck his cock. Isn't that leading someone on?” “He’s straight—” “Oh, spare me that crap.” She rolled her eyes. “Even you know that’s not true. Straig

ZAIRE'S POV The room was still dark when my eyes slowly cracked open. I frowned and turned my head towards the clock that was sitting on the nightstand beside the bed and noticed that it was half past two in the middle of the night. What the hell? I rubbed my face tiredly, trying to figure out why I suddenly woke up. I had literally just went to sleep not too long ago. But it didn't take long to for me to know exactly why. It was because Sebastian was busy snoring like a damn tractor beside me. I stared at the ceiling for a few seconds in disbelief before slowly turning my head toward him. This was exactly why I did not like sharing a bed with anyone. People snore and some didn't even know how to sleep properly and it seemed Sebastian was both of those things. He was laying face down across the bed with one leg thrown over my waist while half of his body was practically on top of me. The blanket was twisted around him, and his arm was under my pillow somehow. How the he