All Chapters of Trapped Between Two Alpha Captains: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

ELI..On this day, I usually woke up to a sudden burst of noise, Louis singing Happy Birthday.Every year without fail, they were loud and annoying.But today, I woke up to silence. I waited, a second, then two, still nothing.I rose anyway, headed into the shower, preparing to meet up with Zane.Louis moved, jumping into his clothes and then saying goodbye. The door shut behind him, and still no happy birthday.After dressing up, I left the house.I just need to confront him.But when I arrived at the door of his house, my mind faltered.Before I could rethink it, the door pulled open, and Zane was now filling the doorway.I remembered the first time I came here. The way those empty eyes of his dragged over me.They dragged me over now. Slow, but unlike that time, something flickered across his eye, filling them up.“Come in,” Zane said.My lips pressed into a line, and then I stepped inside.The living room hadn’t changed a bit. The familiarity made my chest flutter and twist at

ELI..Back and forth, I kept pacing. At first, I told myself I was searching for a signal. Lifting my phone, I moved around.But after the fifth time, I knew that was a lie. I just didn’t want to sit down.“Sit down,” Zane said.“I don’t plan on sleeping here,” I said, lifting my phone and moving around.My legs ached and my head felt light, but I didn’t want to sit next to him.When I realized sitting elsewhere was an option, I stopped, walked over, and sat beside the other pillar.Across from him.It felt like the best option until I looked up, and now we were face-to-face.I grimaced. Yeah. Horrible choice.Zane leaned back, that almost-smile expression creeping back to his face. “Are you just going to sit there and do nothing?” I asked.“The door closed on its own.” He tilted his head towards it. “It’s going to open its own.”A soft frown formed on my face. That didn’t sound like him.The Zane I knew would’ve been trying everything to figure something out.After all, he love

ELI..I had done it again and again, until my hands hurt, until my cock was sore, until I just lay there, staring at nothing. And when I woke up this morning, I thought I’d be better. But my body still ached for that relief that might never come.Then the thought hit me, I needed to have sex with Zane. Just once. Once was enough to get it out of my system.But how could I do that?I slung my backpack, checked out, and headed to the bus that was supposed to take us back to the campus.As I approached the small black bus outside the hotel, my eyes fell on Zane.The only one outside yet. Leaning slightly near the bus, phone in his hand. A vein shifted faintly along his hand as he typed something on his screen. Then he smiled, as though something he had read had amused him.A soft frown formed on my face. My sexual life was falling apart because of him, yet here he was, smiling ridiculously.I shoved my backpack higher on my shoulder. As I drew closer, my footsteps slowed, that stup

ELI..I stood in front of the door, my hands hovering.Just knock, I muttered to myself several times. After all, I had worn this shirt for him, had styled my hair for John.But then my hands dropped.I was about to turn away, but then I reminded myself that Zane was a dead end, he wanted to be friends.John was my only hope.Finally, I lifted my hand and knocked. Then again, softer, uncertain.The door cracked open, and John filled my vision. His hair was disheveled, his face paler.“Are you not feeling well?” I stared at the puffiness just below his lower lids.“I thought we all had exams next week.” John sighed, nudging me to come inside. After I came inside, I stared at him properly. Six years, and John had never looked like this.Never looked this disturbed “You don’t look like someone worried about exams,” I said.My words perched in the air as John paused. He worked his eyes from my feet to my head.“You look cute today,” he said, a soft lift happening at the corner of his

ELI..I didn’t go to class today. Doubted I had even had breakfast. Four hours of sleep and I was already awake, sitting before the laptop watching number—views, shares, comments—climbing higher and higher.The voting portal wouldn’t officially open until the evening. But students kept reposting the finalist, comparing likes and shares like they were results.And I was no different.Right now, popularity was everything.And mine was exploding.Another influencer with over a million followers had reposted my artwork with a caption.‘The most visually striking submission this year.’Even Zane had reposted it. Thousands of his followers commented under his post: "I’ll be voting for this."I should’ve felt elated, happy. But I didn’t. No one told me that the price of having someone boost your work, was emptiness. “This is what I mean,” Louis said from behind me, drinking his cup of coffee. “Your sugar daddy is terrifyingly efficient.”“He’s not my sugar daddy.”Louis snorted.My eyes l