All Chapters of My Crush is Gay: Chapter 41 - Chapter 46

Nicole’s POVTwo days later…The house was quiet.Too quiet.I sat in the living room, legs tucked under me, scrolling aimlessly through my phone, A knock broke the silence.I frowned slightly, getting up to open the door.A delivery guy stood there, holding out a package.“For Odell.”“I’ll take it,” I said, signing quickly.I closed the door behind me and walked back into the living room, dropping the package on the table.At first, I ignored it. Really, I tried to but my eyes kept drifting back to it. That small, innocent-looking box was sitting there like it wasn’t hiding something.Curiosity itched under my skin.Just a look.That’s all.I reached for it, turned it over. My gaze dropped to the label.His name.Still… I opened it, slowly and carefully. And then—I froze.A mask.Not just any mask, a masquerade mask. Black. Sleek. Elegant. Expensive-looking. The kind that screamed luxury and secrecy.My fingers brushed over it lightly. “A masquerade…?” I whispered.Why would he nee

Odell’s POVThe masquerade ball was everything I expected and nothing I was ready for.Music pulsed through the air, low and hypnotic, blending with soft laughter and the clink of glasses. Masks of every kind moved through the crowd: gold, black, feathered, jeweled, hiding identities, revealing desires.Perfect.I adjusted mine slightly, my eyes scanning the room.Then my phone buzzed.A message.Ethan Parker.I’m here. Meet me at the table by the far corner.My chest tightened.Finally.I made my way through the crowd, my heartbeat steady but heavy, like it knew something I didn’t.Then I saw him, sitting there. Waiting. Even behind the mask, I knew it was him. The way he sat, the way his fingers tapped lightly against the table, the way his presence pulled me in like gravity.I stopped in front of him.For a second, neither of us spoke. We just looked at each other and somehow… That was enough.“I missed you,” he said quietly.My throat tightened. “I missed you too.”He stood up slo

Odell's mouth closed over my nipple, hot and wet. He didn’t just suck; he worshipped. He laved the sensitive peak with his tongue, then drew it deep into his mouth, sucking hard enough to send jolts of pure electricity straight to my core. I cried out, my head falling back, my fingers clutching at his hair. He moved to the other breast, giving it the same devoted, hungry attention, biting gently, then soothing the sting with his tongue. Pleasure, sharp and sweet, coiled tight in my belly. I was already soaking wet, my jeans feeling impossibly constricting. “Odell… please…” He understood. With a grunt, he shifted us, maneuvering me until I was lying back on the couch cushions. He knelt on the floor between my legs, his hands going to the button of my jeans. His eyes locked with mine as he popped it open and dragged the zipper down. “I need to taste all of you,” he said, and the sheer want in his voice undid me. He peeled my jeans and panties down my legs, tossing them aside. Then