NashLeaving Vanessa was harder than I thought it was going to be. I hadn’t gone to her room with the intention of doing what I did, but I couldn’t resist myself. All I had wanted was to talk to her. To try and start my pursuit of her to show her she could trust me, but instead, that fell apart. Something about her made me, different. Something about her drove me crazy. The moment I stepped out of the dorm building, my phone was ringing off the hook. I’d tried to ignore the buzzing from my pocket when I was pleasing her from the text messages coming through, but I knew it was only going to cause issues afterward. “Yes,” I stated with a grunt as I answered my phone, overly annoyed at the interruption. My phone going off was the main reason, but my cock was straining in my pants and not deep inside her was part of it. “Is there a problem with your phone?” a burly irritated voice echoed from through the phone. “Because there must be considering you didn’t get back to me righ
By eight o’clock in the evening, I found myself sitting in the library, staring at the same book that I had been reading for the last four hours, unable to concentrate. The campus library stayed open till eight-thirty during the weekdays for students and though I had a paper due in one of my classes, the thought of reading ‘Ethics for the Modern World’ wasn’t appetizing.Letting out a heavy groan of annoyance, I slammed the book closed and sat back in my chair, my eyes cast towards the ceiling as I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to figure out a way to keep myself focused. I had never had an issue when it came to getting my classwork done or focusing. However, since Nash came into my life, it was one thing after another and the clusterfuck of emotions that followed suit hadn’t done anything to help my studying.Standing to my feet, I prepared to put the book back on the shelf where I had found it when the deep sound of a man’s voice stopped me in my tracks. My eyes quickly
NessaI wasn’t sure why I thought I made myself clear to Nash last night enough that he would leave me alone, but I guess I hadn’t. When I stepped out of my building this morning, I was glad that I had dressed warm. Fall had really sat in and the cold temperatures where enough to make me shiver and thank the stars that I had decided to wear my wine-colored chunky sweater this morning.That was until I made my way halfway through the courtyard and got distracted by the irritating, overly enthusiastic laughter coming from none other than the bitch who had tried to stake her claim on Nash the day before. Only this time, her laughter wasn’t because she was tormenting me.But because of something Nash had said to her.His arms were circled around her waist while he sat upon his bike, her face leaned into his as she smacked a piece of gum in her mouth. Her hair styled high into a ponytail was decorated with a few random braids that accentuated her long neck, leading down to her cu
Seeing as I had made a huge spectacle over not caring that Nash was with Julia, and also that I was going to be going out for Halloween, I actually had to go. The internal cringe of having to actually make it seem like I was moving on past him was something I hadn’t wanted to do. Not because him being with someone else bothered me but because I didn’t actually want to go out with Becca.But there was no backing out now. Taking an Uber with Becca a few days after the incident with Nash and Julia, I found myself roaming around the center of town. My nerves were on edge due to the possibility that Trevor was still around. My eyes constantly found the face of every man who passed on the street corner as if he was everywhere. Call it paranoia if you want, but after everything he had put me through, one could never be too careful.Would it stop? Would my heart stop racing all over again when I turned the corner and saw his face looming over mine? To be trapped in his grip again felt l
Two weeks passed, and the night of the event came quicker than I had expected. I rarely saw Nash around campus and every time I saw Brady, there was always a smile on his face when he saw me. And a watchful eye. True to his word, he had sent the invitations to my room the day after we spoke. The black and red embossed invitation with gold ribbon sat open on my desk, my eyes taking in every inch of it as I tried to prepare myself to live with what was going to be an interesting night.Standing before my full-length mirror, I stared deep at my reflection. The outfit Brady had chosen for me clung tight to my body. The red and black corset pushed my breasts into firm mounds, the bottom lined with a short tulle skirt decorated in sequins and glitter. A black garter strapped tight to my thigh pairs with a small bow, and under that, were fishnets that stopped mid-thigh, attached at the top by black clasps. I matched the invitation and though I tried not to think anything of it, I wondered i
NessaTerrified was an understatement when it came to the way I felt. Once again, opening my mouth had got me in trouble and just not the typical kind. Instead, it landed me at an exclusive event with what looked like the most elusive of high society for a night of drinking, dancing, and God knows what else. Though my best friend looked more than comfortable with being around these people. I wasn’t. I watched as her body swayed to the beat of the music against the dance floor as the alcohol she drank ran rampant through her veins.She had always been the life of the party since I had known her, and seeing how happy she was brought a smile to my face. I wished more than anything that I could be like that, but I’d never been able to. The idea of being free and losing control while I enjoyed myself actually terrified me.Lifting the champagne flute to my lips, I sipped the rose-colored bubbles, thinking over the past year and how lucky I had been to be surrounded by the few frie
NessaMy back was quickly pressed against the nearest wall, the dark hallway in which Brady had brought me into showed no signs of any other people nearby. The vacantness allowed him to do whatever he wanted to me without worry of someone catching us.He wasted no time as his lips crashed upon mine, his tongue sweeping against my own and fighting for dominance. A soft moan escaped me as his hands rested upon my hips, his fingers trailing across the bare skin of my waist that shone beneath my corset.I hadn't expected my evening to go like this. His knee pressed between my thighs, his weight holding me up as he continued to ravage my mouth. I was glad that it was. Granted, he wasn't Nash, but he was just as sexy, just as intimidating, and just what I needed after the last few weeks I had.“God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes boring into mine as his hand slid up the side of my face and his fingers wrapped through trundles of my hair. “I could fucking eat you up.”M
NessaTwo days had passed since the night at the event with Nash and Brady. I had been intoxicated and allowed myself to indulge in certain things with Brady that I wouldn't normally have done, and I didn't regret any of that. But what I did regret was allowing Nash to see how upset he had made me for allowing him to come in between what I wanted and what he thought I should have.It didn't make sense to me why he acted the way he did. One minute he wanted me, and the next I was tossed aside like yesterday's news.Hopefully, I’d be able to enjoy the rest of my weekend without having to deal with his or anyone else's bullshit. Today was Sunday, and I wouldn't have much to worry about. I didn't plan on seeing him, or Brady, or anybody else for that matter. I had a paper that I needed to research and being in the library seemed to calm my nerves.Which anyone else would say was weird. But that was me, the fucking weird girl.Resting my elbow upon the table, my head hanging