Lahat ng Kabanata ng An Exclusive Kind of Love: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 7

As the campus belle, my looks went without saying. I had the kind of curves that made men turn their heads—a banging body, perky breasts, a round behind. Plenty of men came sniffing around like hungry dogs.In the end, I chose a construction worker with an eight-pack. I told him straight up about my condition.He said he was big, thick, and long-lasting, and that it'd be like a threesome—he'd definitely make me see heaven. My legs went weak just hearing it. That very night, we agreed to meet in the campus grove.He stood nearly six-foot-four; next to him, I felt like a child.He was so excited that he lifted my skirt right away. I bit my lip and spread my legs, ready to welcome the pleasure—when I heard him let out a scream like he'd seen a ghost."Holy shit! The hell is this?"He jumped back, staring at me in horror. My heart shattered.Even such a rough man was disgusted by me. If he wouldn't do it, then no man would.I threw away all shame. "You're already here. Please, just

Once we got to his dorm, he set me down on his bed, pulled the bed curtain shut, and headed off to shower.I hugged his pillow and squirmed like a happy little worm, feeling like I might float away on a cloud of bliss. Sneaking a peek through a gap in the curtain, I watched his tall, broad-shouldered back as he walked away. That raw, masculine energy hit my nose like a wave, and the craving down below surged unbearably. I curled my toes on instinct, fighting with everything I had to hold back the maddening itch.But I couldn't help myself. Just one little touch—that was all it took. In an instant, I lost control. A rush of wetness soaked through the sheets.Oh god. I'd just ruined the campus heartthrob's bedsheets. What would he do to me? Would he punish me hard? Bend me over, grab me by the hair, and…The more I thought about it, the more it drove me wild. I squeezed my thighs together, but I still couldn't stop trembling.Water splashed loudly in the shower. Like a little thie

Otis really knew what he was doing with a woman—dirty talk spilling from his lips, rough and fierce in every move. The shame only made the pleasure double.He seemed just as lost in it as I was. Soon, the bed began to creak—back and forth, back and forth—loud in the quiet dorm room.I panicked and begged him to keep it down, but the man drowning in desire turned into an animal. He didn't hold back. If anything, he let go completely. The noise swelled, deafening, as if no one else existed.And then—his roommates woke up.They yanked the bed curtain wide open.I screamed and grabbed the nearest blanket, covering myself as fast as I could.For the first time, the campus heartthrob looked truly scared. He stared at me with guilty eyes.His roommates started hooting and hollering. "Holy shit! Nice one, Otis. We thought you were some cold, untouchable saint who'd never date anyone. Didn't know you had this in you!"Then, before I knew it, one of them shoved him aside and reached for

Eric and Otis were twins. Their mother committed suicide.And the reason she killed herself? My mother.Back then, the twins' father—Max—seduced my mother when she was young and naive, and got her pregnant. My mother, unmarried and expecting, demanded that Max marry her. Instead, he vanished into thin air. She went to great lengths to track down his home.When she showed up demanding answers, Eric and Otis's mother learned the truth: her husband had been cheating, knocked up another woman, and that woman was now at her door, refusing to leave.My mother had thought Max was just an irresponsible deadbeat. Only then did she realize the real reason—he was already married with children.Heartbroken, my mother left.But the twins' mother was shattered beyond repair. Unable to bear the blow, she jumped to her death.After that, Max abandoned the twins and married into a wealthy family as a live-in son-in-law.Eric and Otis grew up as orphans—homeless, drifting, sleeping in the open.