Todos os capítulos de Beauty In The Boy's Dorm : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Christian’s Point of View Alan’s amber eyes widened at my offer, and then she flinched back, it was as though I splashed her ice-cold water in the face, but her recovery was quick, she shook her head vehemently.Is that amazement in her eyes? There is hardly anyone who can turn down such offer, moving in with me is just like coming to a five-star hotel, and she didn’t need to bring in anything.Just herself is sufficient.I tapped my feet against the floor, reeling myself back and forth, waiting for the squeal of excitement.“No.” She answered instead, her voice was sharp and held no room for negotiation. “Why not?” Curiously, I jolted out of my sitting posture, turning my body towards her, if her flustered reaction doesn’t mean excitement, what does it mean then?Or was she shy? Playing hard to get?I leaned back in.“The offer won’t be up for too long.”“I am not going to stay with you.” She said in a measured voice, it sounded like she had more to say to me.“I know your sec

Lana’s Point of View The sharp, suffocating stench of alcohol struck me the second I stepped into Christian’s room, and my stomach twist. Instinctively, I lifted a hand to shield my nose to block out the smell.He was slouched on his usual couch, shadows pooling beneath his eyes. An empty bottle lay discarded on the table in front of him, while an empty glass dangled loosely from his fingers.“Hello.” I muttered quickly closing the door, ignoring his drunken form on the couch.His voice cut through the silence.“When were you going to tell me that Xavier knows about our little secret?”My feet froze mid-step; a soft gasp slipped past my parted lips before I could stop it. For a second, the world seemed to tilt.What?My mind scrambled, desperately trying to piece together where this was coming from—how he could even think that. Slowly, Christian shifted, twisting his body toward me. He draped his arm over the back of the couch and rested his chin against it, his piercing blue ey

Lana’s Point of View Christian let me go, he allowed me to run my errands, while he slumped back on the couch, he watched the TV in his room for some minutes before he then drifted into sleep. I was still in a daze as I worked through, the kiss still replaying in my mind. Continuously…non-stop…I could clearly hear the soft groans from Christian as her deepened the kiss; his hands that rested everywhere, and his hot breath on my skin. My common sense finally returned to me, as I was in the midst of folding his clothes back into the closet. Wait a goddamned minute!Does this mean that I kissed Christian? I willingly gave him my first kiss? I could have stopped him, I could have evaded it, if I wanted to.So why didn’t I do that? What the hell was I thinking when I decided to kiss Christian? Could it be that I have forgotten that Christian Blackwood was my mortal enemy? This is someone who constantly bullies me, and talks down on me, he always acts all high and mighty around

Lana’s Point of View“Tell me,” Christian murmured, his voice lower now, closer than before. A soft hum vibrated against my ear as his lips grazed the shell of it, teeth catching the edge in a slow, teasing nibble.Desire wounded every word. “Are they pink… or brown?” His breath was hot against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. “Or,” he added softly, his voice dipping into something darker, more dangerous, “do you want me to find out for myself?” The depth of his voice, the quiet confidence in it drowned out every warning in my head. My body betrayed me, arching helplessly against his as his larger frame pressed me down, heat seeping through every layer between us. His fingers toyed with my nipples through the fabric, slow and deliberate, as if savoring every small reaction, he pulled from me.“I’m going to take your silence as a yes,” he whispered. My eyes squeezed shut, lashes trembling as I fought to stay still, to keep the sounds locked behind my lips. I refused to

Lana’s Point of View“Ouch…” A small gasp escaped my lips when I felt a slight sore in my chest, I twisted awake almost immediately when I felt a firm grip on my left book. Apart from that, there was something heavy wrapped around my waist, and an unfamiliar heat behind my back.My eyes flickered open, darting to my waists, the arms of a man wrapped around me delicately, and one of his hands disappeared into my shirt, holding one of my boobs as if it was a toy he didn’t want to let go of. And I felt heat pooled from behind me, Christian’s bare chest was pressed against my back, his breath fanned my neck softly, was he still asleep?Considering how still he was, I want to believe he was asleep. My eyes widened, as memories of last night flooded my head.Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.What the hell have I done? How the hell am I supposed to get out of his grip without waking him up? I shut my eyes tightly, as if pretending this was a dream so that I would wake up.But it was very real.I jus