All Chapters of HIS LITTLE PET : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

CHAPTER 1/NATHAN/I walked down the hallway of the humanities building feeling a slight mix of nervousness and excitement. I was finally going to get my recommendation letter today.I adjusted the strap of my backpack, checked my watch and knocked on the door of office 304."Come in," called Dr. Marshall’s muffled voice.I walked in, already priming my polite smile. Dr. Marshall, the Head of the Economics Department, was buried behind stacks of midterm assessments."Ah, Nathan. Right on time, as always," Marshall said, peering over his reading glasses. He gestured to the leather chair across from him. "Sit."I sat down, keeping my posture straight. I didn't want to waste time. "Thank you, sir. I assume you called me in regarding the recommendation letter for the SiporaTech Internship?""Straight to the point." Marshall smiled, leaning back. He pulled a sealed envelope from his top drawer and laid it on the desk. "I wrote it this morning. And honestly, Nathan, it’s one of the best let

CHAPTER 3/MAVERICK/My jaw still ached from how hard I’d been clenching my teeth since yesterday afternoon. I threw my hockey stick into my locker and slammed the metal door shut, the sound echoing through the varsity changing room."Whoa, easy there, Captain," Miller said, ducking as he walked past me with a roll of grip tape. "The ice didn't do anything to you.""That's clearly not my problem here," I muttered, ripping off my sweaty jersey and tossing it into the laundry bin.I was still furious. No, scratch that—I was humiliated. I had spent twenty-three years on this earth being the guy everyone wanted to please. Coaches, scouts, girls, guys—it didn't matter. I smiled, and doors opened. But yesterday, that little statistics nerd had looked at me like I was a piece of garbage stuck to the bottom of his shoe. He'd asked me if I was stupid and those words kept playing on a loop in my head, making my blood boil all over again.He had threatened my career. He held my entire future in

CHAPTER 5/NATHAN/For the past two weeks, I had finally managed to get my shit together. Ever since that Tuesday when Maverick had called me cute and ruffled my hair, I had built my walls back up, thicker than before. I kept our tutoring sessions strictly professional and stopped any in-house lessons. I was pulling myself back from the edge because I knew falling for a straight hockey captain would only end in a complete disaster for me.By Friday night, I thought I was completely safe. I was in my pajamas, sitting in bed, and scrolling through my laptop when my phone started buzzing on the nightstand at 11:45 PM.I picked it up. It was a text from Mave.“Teeach. Pick me up. Black Horse Pub.”I stared at the screen and rolled my eyes. “Are you crazy?” I typed back a fast response. “Call an Uber. I am not your personal driver.”I knew that extending the lessons was already a big mistake and this was proof. I never showed have given in to him and Dr. Marshall.A minute later, my phone

CHAPTER 7/NATHAN/For three whole days, I did my absolute best to disappear. I completely ghosted Maverick, ignoring the barrage of texts blowing up my phone about our next tutoring location. I thought if I went cold enough, he’d get bored of whatever twisted game he was playing and back off.I was wrong. On Tuesday afternoon, he sent me another text: Study room 4B, basement of the old library. Be there at 4, or I'm calling Dr. Marshall to tell him you're refusing to tutor me.He knew exactly how to get me to do what he wanted.“Damn it!” I cussed. “Maybe I should really just hope the ground would open up and swallow.”Despite the thoughts of wanting nature itself to end me, I walked into the empty study room of the library basement. Maverick was already seated and seeing his face light up as he saw me only angered me more. I couldn't tell what he was thinking.I dropped my bag onto the table and sat across from him, trying to pull my usual cold exterior. I just wanted us to be done

CHAPTER 9/MAVERICK/I leaned back against the headboard of Nathan’s bed, watching him type away furiously on his laptop. He was sitting at his desk, taking this more seriously than I thought he would. I couldn't help but smirk. It was actually hilarious how easy it was to manipulate the department's top student. All it took was a little pressure, a couple of touches, and a reminder about his precious recommendation letter, and he was completely under my thumb. It was nearly pitiful to see him think he'd struck a business deal to save his career when I simply just loved seeing him bend to my will. The arrogant senior who had talked down to me on day one was now doing my homework while I chilled in his room.But as much as I enjoyed having a personal essay writer, the game was getting a little boring just playing the bully. If I really wanted to break him at the end of the semester, I needed to get more creative. Maybe make him fall deeply and desperately in love with me? That would d