Sky’s P.O.V.
After leaving with the girl who had been eyeing me, we found a private room upstairs. It was supposed to be a fun night, but I couldn’t stop myself from worrying about leaving Zoe alone. Although Alex is with her, it’s not helping me. I don’t know why I’m feeling so restless. I hope Zoe is alright. As soon as I’m done with the girl, I make an excuse and head back to the club, concerned for Zoe. When I find her in the crowd, I stop. Fuck! She is in trouble again, as expected. I see a guy gripping Zoe’s arm; her face twisted in distress. A wave of anger rushes over me, and I clench my fists. I dash through the crowd towards him, glaring at him with fury. “Get your hands off her!” I yell, shoving the guy away from Zoe. He stumbles back, hitting the floor hard. Seeing my rage, he doesn’t dare to utter a word and disappears. Good for him. I turn towards Zoe, still angry. “Where the fuck is Alex, and why did you drink so much?” I snap, but as I notice her eyes—red and filled with tears—my anger melts into concern. Something is very wrong. She looks hurt emotionally. I place my hand on her face, wiping away her tears with my thumb. “Trouble, what happened to you?” My voice softens as I question her. “Why did you get drunk?” “Sky, take me home.” A sob escapes her mouth, wrenching my heart. “I’m not feeling good.” She holds my two fingers. Whenever she is upset, she does this. Not feeling good? Why? I want to know the reason, but right now, it’s important to make her feel better. “Hey, stop crying. I’m taking you home.” I support her as we walk out of the club, my mind racing. I wonder what happened to her suddenly? Why did Alex leave her alone? But I fucking don’t care about the reason. Alex wasn’t supposed to leave her alone when I gave him clear instructions to take care of her in my absence. I’ll talk to him later, but first I have to handle Zoe. As I help her into the passenger seat and secure her seatbelt, I notice her gazing straight ahead, her eyes filled with pain and a hint of sadness. My heart clenches, seeing her condition. She never shares her pain with anyone, always hiding it behind her smile. I’ve told her countless times to share her pain with me. It would make her feel better, but she always insists she’s okay. We drive back in silence, and I can see something is deeply hurting her. Suddenly, she speaks, her voice broken. “Sky, everyone leaves me.” I feel heaviness in my chest at her words and immediately pull the car over to the side of the road. I turn to her. Her moist eyes are now fixed on me, filled with deep fear. Zoe’s fear of losing people is completely justified. She has lost her entire family. Although she stays strong, I know that inside she’s fragile—a fact she rarely shows. Seeing her like this, so vulnerable, makes my heart ache. “Zoe, listen to me,” I say, taking her hands in mine. “I’m here for you, always. You mean so much to me.” “But everyone leaves me, Sky.” A sob escapes her mouth. “What if you leave too? What if something happens to you?” I shake my head, squeezing her hands gently. “Nothing is going to happen to me. I’m not going anywhere.” I reassure her, trying to ease her fear. “Pinky promise?” She asks, holding out her small finger. “Pinky promise.” I smile, linking my finger with hers. We drive the rest of the way in silence. When we arrive at her apartment, I help her inside and gently lay her down on her bed. As I turn to leave, she grabs my two fingers. “Sky, please don’t leave me alone. I’m afraid.” As I turn around, I find her staring at me with pleading eyes. I walk over to her and settle down on the bed beside her. “Zoe, I’m right here. I’ll stay until you fall asleep.” She gives me a faint smile. “Thank you, Sky.” She closes her eyes and continues to murmur, “Your presence in my life means a lot to me. Sometimes you annoy me, but it doesn’t matter. You…” She drifts off to sleep while blabbering, bringing a smile to my face. I watch her for a while, making sure she’s okay. Then I stand up to leave. “Goodnight, Trouble.” I lean in and press my lips to her forehead. I leave her apartment and head back to my penthouse. As I lie in bed, I think about Zoe and her pain. Literally, no one deserves what Zoe has gone through in her life. I vow to be there for her, no matter what. *** The next day at college, I meet Alex in the canteen. My anger flares up again as I think about what happened the night before. I storm up to him and grab his collar, my eyes blazing. “Why did you leave Zoe alone, Alex?” I demand, anger etched on every corner of my face. If I hadn’t reached in time last night, anything could have happened to Zoe. Alex looks surprised, but stays calm. “Easy, man! I had to leave because of an emergency.” “You could’ve informed me.” “Zoe is not a kid. She wanted to stay—” “And you let her, even after knowing that she attracts trouble.” I snap, my grip on his collar tightening. A few students are present in the cafeteria at this time, and all of their eyes are glued to us. But who cares? “She’s fine now, so just chill, Sky.” Chill? Really? “If I hadn’t come in time, that guy could have done anything to her.” I slightly push him away, releasing his collar. “You have no clue what her condition was last night.” My voice turns soft as I recall her tear-filled eyes, and I feel the worry all over again. I hate seeing pain in those particular brown eyes. It hurts me that even though I’m her best friend, she keeps her pain hidden from me as well. “Sky—” I cut him off. “Don’t justify yourself, Alex.” He shrugs his shoulders. “Whatever! But it’s not my fault,” he mutters before walking away and leaving me alone in the canteen. God, both my friends are so careless. I shouldn’t have left them alone. It’s my fault. Just then, Zoe steps into the canteen. I walk to the door, passing her without even glancing at her. I can’t bear her recklessness anymore. She always gets into trouble and never listens to me.“Sky, listen to me.” I step in front of Sky just as he’s about to leave the canteen.He snaps, “Why? Do you ever listen to me, Trouble?”I know his anger is justified, but last night I just lost control.“Sky, I started missing my mom last night and couldn’t control myself from drinking.” As I explain with a hint of pain in my voice, the anger instantly disappears from his eyes.He places his hand on my face and speaks in a soft tone, “I’m not angry about that, Trouble. You should have gone home with Alex.”“I know, but it was too early to go home, Sky.”And I don’t like to go there when there’s no one waiting for me. My heart aches to see the empty apartment.He already knows the reason, so I don’t have to explain. His expression softens even more. “You should’ve called me.”“I didn’t want to disturb you.”“You’re important to me, Trouble. You can never disturb me.”I know I’m important to him, but I don’t like to bother him with my problems all the time.“But you have your own life,
Sky’s P.O.V.“What happened to your leg?” I ask Zoe as I take a seat beside her on the desk in the classroom and notice a deep red mark on her shin.“I slipped in the bathroom,” she replies casually, taking a book from her bag.“When? Are you alright?” I freak out, concerned.“I’m fine, Sky. Don’t worry.” She reassures me, glancing at me.Before I can ask more questions, Selena enters the classroom and walks over to us. “Thanks for last night, Zoe.” She glances at Zoe’s leg. “I’m sorry you got injured because of me.”I stare at them, baffled. “What happened last night?”As Selena tells me how Zoe confronted the guy for her, Zoe hides her face behind her hand.That bastard. I’m not going to let him get away with hurting my best friend. He’s going to face my wrath.And what can I say about my dear Zoe? First, she puts herself in danger instead of asking for my help, and then she lies to me.God! This girl. She’s going to drive me crazy.After getting the guy’s details from Selena, I lea
Sky’s P.O.V.As I reach home, my mind spins after what I witnessed at Zoe’s apartment. I can’t shake the image of her from my mind—her flushed face, the way her legs were parted, and the way she pressed the vibrator against herself. These images replay over and over, driving me crazy.Fuck! What’s wrong with me? I need to take a shower.I hurl my keys onto the kitchen counter and head straight to my bedroom, hoping a hot shower will clear my mind. But even under the warm water, I can’t stop thinking about her—my best friend, the girl I’ve always protected, the girl I’ve never seen in that way.I groan, frustrated with myself. “Get a grip, Sky. She’s your best friend, not some fantasy.” But my body doesn’t listen. My mind is filled with images of her, and it’s making me hard.Damn! I shouldn’t have seen her like that. It’s wrong. I can’t lust after my best friend. If Zoe ever finds out, I can’t imagine how she’ll react.No. No. She can never know. It would ruin our friendship. I can’t
Sky’s P.O.V.After the call, I head inside my penthouse. I need a distraction, something to take my mind off Zoe and the torturous images replaying in my head. Painting always helps me clear my mind, so I decide to give it a try.I hope focusing on a canvas will help me regain some control.I stand in front of the canvas with brushes and paints in my art room, my favourite place. Whenever I have free time, I come here and paint. I inherited this talent from my late mother. Painting makes me feel connected to her. After her passing a few years ago, I left the house we shared and moved into this penthouse. My dad often urges me to return home, but I’m not ready yet.As I begin painting, I try to let my mind wander to anything other than Zoe, but it’s no use. Every brushstroke seems to be guided by my subconscious thoughts of her. Before I realise it, I’m painting her.Zoe, lying half-naked on a bed, her lips slightly parted. Her eyes are closed, and her face is flushed, just like last n
Sky’s P.O.V.I return from my father's private island, where I spent a week clearing my mind. During that time, I came to a realisation—I can no longer see Zoe in the same light. Every night, I had intense dreams of her, and my desire to feel her body against mine, to hold her close and to bury myself deep inside her, has grown stronger.Despite feeling guilty, I can no longer deny the physical attraction I've developed for Zoe. It's overwhelming and uncontrollable.I'm longing to share my feelings because we've shared everything since school times. However, I must keep the truth hidden to protect our friendship. If I have to resist my desire or lie to her, I will. I'll do whatever it takes to save our friendship.I didn’t talk to Zoe much this week because I wanted to clear my mind. I gave her the excuse that I was busy with work.Now I don’t know how I’m going to face her in college. Will I be able to hide my growing feelings from her?Anyway, I miss spending time with her.Although
Every fibre of my being desires to devour Zoe’s lips as she sits in front of me, licking her lips while enjoying her favourite ice cream, completely unaware of what she’s doing to me.We came to her favourite cafe after our last class because I promised her I would make up for not giving her time last week.I wonder how her hair would feel wrapped around my fingers when I yank her towards me before capturing her lips and finally knowing how my best friend tastes.Fuck! I want to taste her so badly that it’s driving me insane. Every time she licks her lips, it sends a jolt of electricity through me, making it harder to resist the urge to lean over the table and kiss her.I can’t get the image out of my mind—her beneath me, her lips swollen from my kisses, her body arching towards mine.Zoe is my best friend. My feelings for her were so pure until that night, when everything changed. Now, these wild desires feel so forbidden, so wrong.“Sky…” Zoe snaps her fingers, pulling me out of my
Zoe's P.O.V."Just stop it, Zoe. You can't always behave like a child."As his shout echoes in my ears, tears roll down my cheeks. I'm seated in the backseat of a cab, heading back to my apartment.Although I understand Sky is going through something and is stressed out, his outburst at the cafe is still hurting me.For the first time, he treated me so harshly when I was just trying to cheer him up. Maybe it's my fault for not giving him space.But what am I supposed to do? I can't keep myself away from him when he's going through something. It was so hard to spend my days without talking to him when he was out of town for a week. I was hurt and worried about why he wasn't texting or calling me, and when I finally saw him after a week, all bruised, my heart nearly skipped a beat.I still can't believe that he got involved in a fight. It's a mystery why Sky is behaving so out of character. What's bothering him so much? I'm not convinced that it's just business-related. I feel like he's
Sky's P.O.V.A Week LaterTwo weeks have passed since the day my life turned upside down. Everything was going great between Zoe and me; we were content with our friendship, but that night changed everything. Now, no matter how hard I try, it's becoming increasingly difficult to resist Zoe.Whatever she does or wears drives me insane, and I can't stop myself from fantasising about her.My desire to touch and kiss every inch of her body, to taste her lips, to spread her legs, and to feel myself inside her grows more intense with each passing day.However, whenever I see her, I act normal. When it gets too hard to control myself and wild thoughts consume my mind, I give her the excuse of match practice or a business meeting.Zoe has been giving me space after my outburst. She doesn't question me much now. I still feel guilty for shouting at her when she was just trying to help me that day.I'm hiding the carnal desire I have for her to protect our friendship, but I fear I'm losing her.
Selena’s P.O.V.After reaching the camping site, we get busy setting up our tents.In the midst of it all, Stella gets injured while working, and Alex immediately rushes to her side and sucks on her finger where she got hurt. It’s such a sweet gesture. I smile at them. They're cute. When they met, they were step-siblings who were always ready to fight with each other and look at them now—madly in love.But suddenly I feel a pang of longing. I crave that kind of love.Almost instinctively, my gaze shifts to Mr Luther.No. No, Selena. Just don’t go there. That’s completely wrong.I shake my head, trying to dismiss the ridiculous thoughts entering my mind. He’s off-limits in every way possible.Still, my eyes steal glances at him while he helps carry some supplies to the main tent. His shirt clings to his broad shoulders, and even in casual clothes, he looks so tempting. I force myself to turn back to help Zoe tie up her tent properly.Once our tents are ready, the three of us crawl in
Selene’s P.O.V.We reach our destination early in the morning, and the place is breathtaking. Mountains stretch as far as the eye can see, their peaks disappearing into the mist. I love it already.As usual, Sky, Zoe’s boyfriend, starts clicking pictures of her. She’s obsessed with posing for his camera, and they make the perfect pair. Stella and her boyfriend, Alex, are missing as usual. They’re probably sneaking off into the jungle for some alone time, and the thought makes me chuckle.Then my gaze shifts to Mr Luther. He’s standing a few feet away, his eyes fixed on me.Will he just stop looking at me like that? He is driving me crazy in every possible way. What he did to me last night... I can’t stop thinking about it. He made me feel so damn good, and I still can’t believe he made me come on the bus with so many students around. It was a thrilling experience. His fingers felt amazing inside me, and I can’t stop myself from wondering how satisfying his dick will feel.Fuck! My ch
James’s P.O.V.At night, on the bus, everyone is asleep except for Selena and me.“Put your backpack on your lap,” I order her in a firm tone. She looks at me with a confused expression with her brows furrow slightly.“Why? What is going on in your mind, Mr Luther?” She asks in a low voice to avoid waking anyone.I lean closer and whisper in her ear, “Just do what I’m saying or else you must pay consequences, Little Miss.” As I feel her shivering at my words, a smirk spreads across my face. I like the way her body reacts to me. It’s so satisfying.“I’m not afraid of your consequences.” Although she glares at me, I see a spark of excitement in her eyes.A chuckle escapes from my mouth. “You’re going to regret it, little girl.” As I lift my hand to open her jeans’ button, her eyes enlarge in shock. “What the hell are you doing?” She questions, holding my wrist. “Just trying to relax you. So that you can sleep well.” I give her a mischievous wink.“You don’t have to do that. Okay. J
James’s P.O.V.Not even waiting for me to finish my sentence, Selena hugs me with happiness when I grant her permission to go on the college trip. At first, I freeze at the unexpected contact, but then I automatically embrace her. The moment her small body fits perfectly into my arms, I feel completeness I’ve never felt before. The way her body presses against mine ignites a fire inside me.And I’m losing myself in the intoxicating scent of her hair. It smells so damn good. I don’t know why everything about her drives me insane.It’s been almost two weeks since she started living in my house. It’s so hard to control my desire every time I see her. She is so tempting, and there’s something about her that draws me toward her. I can’t resist this woman. The burning desire to fuck her and taste every inch of her body is driving me crazy.But I have to control myself. No matter what, I can’t force her. I have my ways to control and make women do what I want, but I can’t do the same with h
Selena’s P.O.V.After returning from college, I’m coming to Mr. Luther’s room to meet him. I need his permission for something, though I already know what his answer will probably be.These past few days, I’ve been trying to keep my distance from him. Our conversations are just exchanging pleasantries, just enough to keep things civil. I’ve obeyed his rules, coming straight home from college like he wanted, trying to avoid any confrontation.But I feel suffocated. I’ve always lived under rules—first my father’s, and now his. It feels like my life isn’t my own, like I’m just a puppet for everyone else’s expectations. I thought I’d finally be able to live my life on my terms for a month after leaving my father’s house, but I’ve only traded one prison for another. I can’t even go to college without security.I come to meet him to ask for something I’ve never had—permission to go on a college trip. I’ve dreamt of this moment since I was in school, but my father never allowed it. Now I’m p
Selena’s P.O.V.The next morning, I wake up holding my head, which is pounding like crazy.“Ugh, my head is spinning,” I groan, pressing my palms against my temples.My throat feels dry, and my entire body is heavy, like I’ve been hit by a truck. Slowly, I blink my eyes open, and it takes me a second to recognize where I am.It’s Zoe’s guest room.What am I doing here?The events of last night are a hazy blur, and I try to sit up, groaning again as the movement makes the room tilt slightly.“Good morning, sleeping beauty.” Zoe walks in, holding a glass of something. “Here, drink this. It’ll help with the hangover.”I take the glass and take a sip of the drink. The sour taste of lemon jolts me awake.“What happened last night?” I ask, my voice hoarse. “I… I don’t remember.”Zoe raises an eyebrow and smirks. “Oh, you don’t?” As I shake my head, she continues, “You got completely drunk and acted like me. Clumsy. And you said some very interesting things to Mr. Luther.”I freeze mid-sip,
James’s P.O.V.At night, I return to the mansion and head straight to Selena’s room to check on her.I knock on the door, but she doesn’t answer.“Selena, are you inside?” I ask, knocking again, but get no response.Why isn’t she opening the door?I wait a few more minutes before asking a maid to bring a spare key to her room.As the maid returns with the key, I unlock the door, only to find the room empty. I also check the bathroom, but it’s empty.My brows furrow in anger. How could she leave like this? I strictly instructed her not to go anywhere, yet she disobeyed me. The guards are stationed outside—how did she even manage to sneak out?I storm out of the room and head straight to the security team.“Where is Selena? Did any of you see her leave?” As I bark at the guards, they exchange nervous glances, clueless.One of them stutters, “Sir, we didn’t see her leave. She was in her room the last time we checked.”“Useless.”I feel the rage rising, but beneath it, there’s something e
Selena’s P.O.V.Two Days LaterI plan to go to the club after college to distract myself from Mr. Luther again. Since I saw him, I don't know why he hasn't left my mind. Every night, I make myself come, imagining him doing wild things with me. Living under the same roof with the person I desire more than anything is driving me insane. Every time I see him, my body heats up. As I settle into the car, my driver informs me, "Mr. Luther has instructed me to take you directly to the mansion, Miss Selena. No other stops allowed."This infuriates me.What does he think he's doing? Controlling my life? Who the hell does he think he is?I thought living with James would give me some freedom, but he is the same as my father. But I won’t follow his orders.As I return to his mansion, I directly storm into his bedroom, but he isn’t there. Then the sound of running water from the bathroom catches my attention.It means he is in the shower. “Mr. Luther…” I yell, calling out for him, my brows fu
Selena’s P.O.V.“For the past few days, you’ve seemed so lost, Selena. Is something bothering you?” Stella asks after the first lecture ends, as I sit between her and Zoe in the college classroom.“Yeah, you’ve been acting weird. Spill it,” Zoe adds, leaning closer. “We know you’re hiding something.”I stare at them, shocked. Am I that obvious? Has Mr Luther been occupying my thoughts so much that even they’ve noticed?“It’s nothing.” I try to brush it off, although I know they won’t leave me until I tell them. “Don’t lie to us.” Stella gives me a angry look. “We’re your best friends. You can trust us.”Zoe says, “Yeah, we’re not letting you leave until you tell us what’s happening.”I knew it! But can I really tell them? Would they judge me? What if they think I'm crazy for being so obsessed with my father's friend?“You both have to promise you won’t judge me.” As I say, they both glare at me. “Seriously, you think we’ll judge you, Sel?” Zoe asks, folding her arms across her ches