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.
Zoe's P.O.V. Two Weeks Later Finally, everything is back to normal with Sky. We've been spending more time together, and he's been less distant. However, I still sense that he's hiding something from me, but I've decided not to press the issue. I also can't get Selena's words out of my mind: that I should look beyond Sky. It's true—my life has revolved around him for so many years that if Sky gets too busy or distant, I feel lost. I've realized that I need to have a life outside of our friendship. The thought of looking beyond him feels impossible, but I'm trying. A few days ago, I started talking with a guy. He's in our college but in a different course. I met him in the library while I was searching for a book. His name is Liam, and he's sweet and kind. We've had a few coffee dates since then. Although I don't enjoy it as much as I enjoy being with Sky, it feels refreshing to have someone new to talk to. Now I know I can't let my happiness depend solely on him. Flashback As
Sky's P.O.V.Right now, my entire body is seething with intense rage as I watch Zoe dancing with that man, Liam.I sit on a bar stool next to Alex, gulping down whiskey, my eyes blazing with fury, fixed on Liam. It's a coincidence that Alex happened to come to the same club where Zoe and I are.The way Liam is holding her waist, pulling her close, feels like someone is ripping my heart out of my chest. I want to push him away from her, to claim what's mine, but I can't. Not without revealing my desire for Zoe, and certainly not without causing a scene."Getting jealous of seeing your best friend with another man? Amazing." As Alex notices my gaze on Zoe and Liam on the dance floor, a smirk plays on his lips."What the fuck are you talking about? Nonsense." I shoot him a glare.Even though he's right, I can't bring myself to admit it in front of him, especially since I'm not ready to fully acknowledge it myself."Nonsense, really?" He raises his brows at me. "But your look says otherwi
Zoe's P.O.V.I had always imagined my first kiss to be a tingling excitement, with butterflies in my stomach and a racing heart. But as Liam leans in to kiss me, I feel nothing—no flutter in my chest, no skipped beats, no spark or passion.I turn my face away, avoiding his lips. "Liam, I'm sorry," I say, gently pushing him back. "I can't do this."He looks at me, confusion and hurt written across his face. "Did I do something wrong?"I shake my head. "No. It's just that I want to take things slow. I hope you don't mind."His face softens, and he nods. "Of course, Zoe. I respect that.""Thank you for understanding," I say, giving him a small smile.Liam is kind and sweet, and I do like him, but why didn't I feel anything when he was about to kiss me? Maybe I just need more time.Liam had brought me to his place from the club to show me his library, which led to this moment.As we step out of his library, my phone dings in my sling bag. I take it out and see a text from Sky.As I read i
Selena’s P.O.V. My mornings had never started like this before. Even now, I can still feel his touch on every inch of my body. Every moment is imprinted in my memory, replaying repeatedly, making me wet just thinking about it. God!I sit in the classroom, completely lost in the thoughts of how I teased him, and how he spanked me. Fuck! Pressing my legs together, I try to suppress the burning sensation I’m still feeling between my thighs. I crave it again. I want more. If he had spanked me just a little longer, I would have come hard from that only. Every time his palm landed on my pussy, pleasure shot through me like an electric current. It was so incredible. No man has ever controlled me the way he does, and I love every second of it.Everything he does to me brings me the kind of satisfaction I never knew I needed. I’ve been with many men, but I never once wanted to sleep with them again. But with James, it’s completely different. Every time he fucks me, I only want more. I fee
James’s P.O.V. The next morning, I wake up in my bed with a woman in my arms and feeling her warm breath tickling my chest. It’s peaceful. It’s perfect. I tighten my hold on her naked body, feeling so damn complete and content. Like always, I inhale the scent of her hair—sweet, familiar, and something uniquely her. It calms my soul. A smile spreads across my face as I look down at her. Selena. The most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. As my day starts seeing her face, only one thought comes to my mind that I want to wake up like this every single day. I don’t know what’s happening to me. I’ve never felt this way about any woman before. But with her? I can’t stop thinking about forever, and it feels so damn right. A few strands of hair fall across her face, and I gently tuck them behind her ear before kissing her forehead. As I run my fingers through her hair, she stirs in my arms and her body shifts against mine. She slowly opens her eyes and gives me a lazy, sleepy smile that to
Selena’s P.O.V. I sit in James’s lap on the college terrace, the sky darkening and the city lights glowing in the distance. His warm arms are wrapped around my waist, holding me close as if he never wants to let go. We’re completely lost in each other. His warmth gives me the comfort I always craved. It’s so peaceful. I can’t stop thinking about how possessively he fucked me in every corner of the library. And when I told him I had done it in the classroom and on the terrace with someone else, he just took me to the room first. He made me sit on the desk, then dropped to his knees in front of me, eating me wildly until I was trembling. Then, before I could even catch my breath, he knelt me before him and fucked my mouth like no one ever had before. And then, as if possessed, he dragged me to the college terrace, where he bent me over and took me on the cold floor, gripping my hair and spanking my ass while pounding into me. It was wild. It was incredible. God! My core still throb
James’s P.O.V. I grip her throat and pin her to the shelves as I unfasten my jeans with my free hand. “Today, you’ll only remember one man, and that’s me.” My body is on fire, and my dick is as hard as rock. Right now, all I want is to bury myself deep inside her and claim her as mine. Ever since she told me she had sex with someone else in the library, I’ve been dying to erase that memory from her mind. She belongs to me. Only me, and today I’m going to engrave that in her mind. As I push my jeans and boxers down, her eyes drop to my hard length, and she instinctively presses her thighs together. Not for long. Gripping her thighs, I lift her effortlessly and wrap her legs around my waist. I rub my cock against her dripping wetness, teasing her, watching her eyes flutter shut as she moans in frustration. “I can’t wait anymore.” She wraps her arms around my neck. It’s so satisfying to know that she’s as desperate as I am. I let out a dark chuckle. “So my dirty little girl wants
Selena’s P.O.V. The next day, after my last class, Mr Luther calls me and says, “Can you come and meet me in your college library, Selena?” My eyes widen in shock. What? Is he really in the college? “You’re in the library? Why?” “You know why, Selena. Don’t be innocent.” I can feel the possessive tone in his voice. “Just come here. Fast.” He ends the call before I can say something. Does he come here because yesterday I told him about my past sex encounter in the library? I didn’t think that he would actually show up here because of that. “Fuck! He’s crazy,” I mutter, shaking my head, but I can’t stop smiling. My heartbeat fastens as I wonder what he’s planning to do. Will he have sex with me there? Only the thought of Mr Luther fucking me sends a twitch between my thighs and I press them together. Fuck! I can’t believe Mr Luther is going to fuck me. I rush to the library, my cheeks red. The anticipation of feeling him deep inside me is driving me crazy. I haven’t eve
James’s P.O.V.After I’m done giving Selena a head massage, she sits beside me and says, “Thank you,” looking at me.I give her a small smile. She doesn’t realise it yet, but now she’s mine to take care of. I’ll do everything in my power to make her feel better.“What do you want to do now?” I ask. “Watch a movie?”She shakes her head. “No.”I raise an eyebrow. “Then what?”“Let’s play a game.”“A game? What kind of game?” I look at her with curiosity.She leans forward slightly, her eyes shining with excitement. “Two Truths and a Lie.”I chuckle. “You want to play a game meant for teenagers with me?”“Don’t act like you’re too grown for it, Mr. Luther,” she teases. “Come on, entertain me. I’m getting bored.”She’s got that stubborn glint in her eyes—the same one she gets when she persuades me to do something.I sigh, shaking my head. “Alright, you start first.”First, she made me play truth or dare, and now this. This woman is making me do things I never imagined doing in my life. Bu
Selena’s P.O.V.“When we didn’t see you in the classroom, we couldn’t believe that you took a day off. Because you did that for the first time.” Stella says, sitting on the edge of my bed.“Yeah!” Zoe nods, sitting beside her. “We were so shocked when we got your text. You used to never miss a day.”“Well, I wanted to come, but Mr. Luther wouldn’t let me leave the house.” I sigh, leaning back against the pillows.“Finally, you’ve got someone to take care of you.” Zoe grins.“And someone you’re actually listening to! Otherwise, you’d probably show up to class with a fever—or even a broken leg—no matter how often we told you to take a day off.” Stella teases, nudging me.They both burst into laughter while I roll my eyes and trying not to smile. They’re right, but I can’t let them tease me.“Stop it, you two. It’s not like that.”“Not like what?” Zoe raises an eyebrow. “Selena, don’t even try to deny it. That man is wrapped around your little finger.”“Zoe, he’s just looking out for me.
Selena’s P.O.V.We return from the camping trip at night, and I keep tossing and turning on the bed, unable to fall asleep. I feel tightness in my chest and a constant aching because I know I’m doing wrong by pushing Mr Luther away from me.He’s the first person who has made me feel things that nobody else has before. He touched my heart, but this is so forbidden. That’s why I’ve been trying to distance myself from him before things get more complicated.But now, I’m missing him so badly it hurts. Only I know how hard I’m struggling to control myself from rushing to his room and falling asleep in his warm arms, listening to his soothing heartbeat, just like we did on the first day of camping.Oh God, I miss his arms, his rough touch, and his deep, muscular voice. I don’t feel like doing anything or eating either. I’m just longing for him—for his comforting presence, his reassuring smile, and the warmth of being wrapped in his arms.But I can’t have him because I know we can never be t
Selena’s P.O.V.As I collapse onto the sleeping bag, I press my fists against my ears, trying to block out the sound of my own heart pounding, trying to convince myself that I did the right thing. I can’t let him get close to me. Not now, never. I hear Mr Luther’s footsteps from outside and then his deep voice. "Selena. Let me in."I squeeze my eyes shut, ignoring him. "There’s a vacant tent nearby, Mr. Luther. You can sleep there." I respond, feeling a deep ache in my chest. All I want right now is to sleep in his warm arms like last night, but I can’t—and it hurts so much.Silence.I imagine him standing there, probably running his hand through his hair in frustration. I bite my lip, not ready to change my mind.“Selena, please,” he requests, making my chest even more heavy with pain. I know I’m not doing right with him, but I’ve no other choice. “I need space.” As I force myself to say these words, fresh tears trickle down my cheeks. I need him. But how can I say this? “I’m no