JASPER: No Regrets

"How long are you going to sleep, loser?"

That voice... I know it, but it's deeper now, rougher. And it's heavy with anticipation, creating a stir in my chest.

Rhys...

"Hey!" The urgency and impatience in his tone escalate, accompanied by light slaps on my cheek.

A startled gasp escapes me as I open my eyes to find his face achingly close, our noses nearly touching, his warm breath leaving me breathless.

Shock flashes in those dark eyes, and I'm momentarily distracted by how infuriatingly attractive he is. His features look chiseled to perfection – every line, every angle, every detail is goddamn flawless.

A surge of rage and desire courses through me; I want to touch him, scratch my nails into his cheeks until blood pours out. But when I try to move my hands, I realize I'm trapped.

"Where am I?! Why am I tied up?" I snap, my eyes frantically scanning the luxurious, yet eerily plain, bedroom.

Rhys erupts into a deep, throaty laughter, leaning back and standing upright before me. His amusement only fuels my anger.

"You can't do anything, loser," he taunts.

Gosh! He's like a child.

Panic sets in as I struggle against the ropes, the wooden chair creaking in protest. Then I sigh deeply, giving him a dull, drunken stare. "Isn't this a bit cliché?"

His smile vanishes, and his eyes turn heated. Hard as rocks. "Do I look like I give a fuck?"

"Let me go, Rhys," I slur, still disoriented from the alcohol. "I'm sure you'll feel relieved if you do."

Rhys' face darkens. "You don't get to tell me what to do, Jasper Morgan."

He strides towards me, planting his hands on the armrests and leaning in, his face inches from mine. "You're at my mercy."

I frown, my thoughts foggy. "You drugged my drinks?"

"Only the gin," Rhys admits, his voice heavy with irritation. "I signaled the bartender to drug it. I was right behind you, but you didn't notice."

"That doesn't sound disturbing at all," I hiss, struggling against my restraints.

Rhys' crimson lips curls up, and that familiar pool of heat returns to my abdomen. Yeah... I'm definitely drunk.

"You lied to your parents, didn't you, naughty little boy?" he taunts.

Fuck! Why does that sound so hot? And why am I getting hard?!

"Fuck you! You think I'd willingly live with you? You bullied me throughout high school. Even after you graduated, you still showed up everywhere."

Rhys' expression twists into a frown, his eyes flashing with anger, and I'm shocked to find him infuriatingly attractive.

"You honestly believe I care about the lie you told your parents?" His voice drips with venom. "You moved to another city without telling me!"

Huh?

"You're mad about that?" I ask, incredulous. "You expect me to tell you my every fucking move? Can you hear yourself?"

Rhys grabs my chin harshly, his fingers digging into my skin as he raises my head. He leans in, his angry whisper hot against my ear. "I expect you to submit to me, Jasper Morgan. But you've always been so stubborn, haven't you?"

My cocks strains against my baggy pants, and I sink my teeth into my lip, struggling to contain myself.

As soon as he leans back, I slam my forehead against his, hard.

"If you were so mad that I left without telling you, why didn't you follow me?" I ask, and my heart skips a beat as the words slip out of my mouth.

Rhys remains silent, and I know I've struck a nerve.

With newfound confidence, I push my body back, toppling the chair to the side. I wiggle and squirm, taking advantage of the loosened rope. Finally free, I exhale heavily, pushing my hair back as I glare at Rhys.

And he's staring at me like his worst enemy.

"You look like you want to fight," Hysterical laughter bubbles up, and I know I'm very, very drunk.

"Let it out, baby boy! Fight me, you bastard bully." I charge at Rhys, tackling him to the floor.

Rhys looks at me like I've lost my mind, but his disbelief only enrages me, and I slam my fist into his nose.

"Get off me!" A primal growl rips from his throat as he flips me over, slamming me to the floor and trapping me beneath his weight.

But I'm beyond reason.

We're a tangled mess, desperately trying to strangle each other, each seeking dominance. But Rhys has the upper hand. He's bigger, taller, and clearly well-fed, unlike my alcohol-addled stomach.

Just when I manage to punch him off, I seize the opportunity to reverse our positions. I straddle him, grasping his neck with both hands, determined to regain control.

"I'm stronger than you!" My voice drops to a furious snarl.

Rhys looks at me, and I know he's about to throw me off his body like I weigh nothing. But the words spilling out of my mouth are ones I'll regret tomorrow.

"Did you like kissing that girl?"

"What?" Rhys' burning eyes widen in shock.

I bite down on my lower lip, struggling to control my ragged breath. "You liked kissing her, right? You straight motherfucker." The words pour out, unchecked.

"I fell for you back in high school, but then I saw you making out with Amanda, that cheerleader. And you..." My voice cracks, but I'm beyond embarrassment.

Rhys stares at me, his expression frozen in shock.

"You broke my heart," I confess, the words ripping from my heart like an open wound. "I must have been knocked senseless to fall for my bully."

I lean in, my face inches from his, scanning his features – from his piercing eyes to his sharply chiseled nose, and finally, those inviting, crimson lips.

"Don't blame me for this. You're the one who brought me here." I murmur, mesmerized. "Your lips are... irresistible. I can't... I can't help myself."

His lips part in shock, and he starts to speak, "Wha—"

But I silence him, crashing my lips onto his. My tongue dives into his mouth, savoring the sweet tang of alcohol and something sweeter still. I tighten my grip around his neck, deepening the kiss.

Bloody hell! Regret is the last thing on my mind... for now.