All Chapters of Tamed By The Campus Bad Boy: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

LEON'S POV“No.”“No?” Aaron quipped, sounding genuinely surprised.I roughly brushed his hand away from my face and stumbled up straight,“I'm not putting your whore dick in my mouth.”For the longest moment we simply stared at each other. I was so sure he'd explode, or try to convince me.A sick part of me wanted him to.But instead, Aaron burst into laughter. His massive shoulders vibrated with the force of each laugh until he was doubled over.“What? What's so funny?” I asked.He sighed, then shrugged as he straightened. His eyes twinkled, and my God, he looked breathtaking.“You, Leon. You're funny to think you have an option.” Aaron tilted his head, studying me like he knew way more than I was letting on.“You're desperate for Damian, so I know…you will eventually do as I say.”“I will never do as you say,” I emphasized.Then I walked out of there to the sound of his laughter.I stuffed my keys back into my backpack as I made my way past the foyer.The house was quiet, but I kn

LEON'S POVIt was a typical lazy Saturday for me. Which meant I would lounge around the house after helping my mother with the laundry and cleaning. Then in the evening, my parents would leave for church and stay for maybe two hours in preparation for Sunday service.So basically, I had all day to myself. And it was today that I finally decided to call my best friend.I scrolled through my contacts until I hit hers.I smiled at the memory of this name I hadn't called in months.Rose.We’d been inseparable since we were in diapers, two pastor’s kids bonded by the shared trauma of Sunday school and itchy formal wear.When her parents got transferred three states over, a part of the little social life I had vanished with her.Still smiling, I dialed and held the phone to my my ear as it began to ring.She picked up on the fifth buzz.“Oh my God, Leon? Is that actually you, or am I hallucinating?”“It’s me,” I repy, a genuine laugh breaking out of my voice.“So you finally decided to call

LEON'S POV The bell above the door chimed with a cheery, mocking ting as Aaron stepped into the diner. I felt my stomach do a slow, nauseating roll as I told myself that the only reason I'd agreed to meet him here was because this place was bright and in the open. It was the polar opposite of that neon-soaked club where I’d woken up after my night with Damian. Only Damian deserved to see me in a place like that. I had my button-down shirt done up to the very last hole, the stiff collar scratching against my neck. Every time I moved, I still felt the soreness between my legs. And I loved it. Aaron didn't look like his usual, calm self. He looked like a wreck. There was a fresh, nasty bruise blooming along his jawline that made him look even more dangerous than usual. His jaw also seemed to tighten as he slid into the booth across from me, his presence so heavy it felt like the oxygen was being sucked right out of my lungs. “You’re late,” I managed to say, my voice coming out thin

AARON'S POV The garage smelled like burnt solder, and the grease I’d been scrubbing off my knuckles for twenty minutes. Besides it being where Joshua and I worked on the junk cars we pawned, it was also a tech-den. Past the cream coloured door on the fat left, monitors glowed with lines of code I had left running as I worked on the half-gutted ’69 Mustang sitting in the center like a skeletal beast. The heavy metal door groaned open, letting in a sliver of sunset and Leon. I smiled, straightening. “Didn’t think you’d actually show up,” I said loudly, not looking up from the motherboard I was still tinkering with. Leon paused, the light catching the ridiculous starch of his white collar. He looked like he’d just stepped into hell. And perhaps that was right. This was hell. He slid his backpack off his shoulder, letting it thud onto the oil-stained concrete, and then crossed his arms. “Working on a junk car? Really?” he asked, his voice echoing. “Is that why you skipped school?

LEON'S POV The starch in my Sunday shirt felt like a noose, chafing against my neck as I climbed the stairs. Downstairs, the muffled sound of my parents discussing the service, echoed through the hallway. I felt like a fraud. My skin still felt sensitive from the morning’s sermon, my conscience bruised by the secret weight of the other side of me that I kept hidden. I pushed open my bedroom door, ready to collapse into the safety of my bed, but the air in the room felt heavy. And no, it had nothing to do with the fact that I had left the AC off. It had everything to do with Aaron lounging on my bed. He looked entirely too comfortable on top of it, his dark presence likr a stain on my white duvet. He was wearing a leather jacket , one boot hooked over his knee as he scrolled through a book on my nightstand. He grinned when he lifted his head and our eyes met. “Hey.” “What the hell are you doing here?” hissed, slamming the door shut with a frantic click of the lock. My heart was