CROSS "Are we shopping for jeans, shoes or T-shirts?" Bryan moved his mouth again but this time, his words actually came through. I had been struggling to understand his sentences for a while now, being that my thoughts were clouded with someone else… god! I was ashamed to even admit that to myself. Note to self; keep Cyrus at arms length. That boy was not to come anywhere near my body. It was a battle last night and I almost lost. My whole body was twitching for him. That kiss was mind-blowing. Were we supposed to kiss like that? We weren't even worth being tagged ‘friends with benefits’. Only lovers shared a kiss— Cyrus and I were far from being lovers. “Anything,” I replied just as his girlfriend walked up to us. I narrowed my eyes when she glared at me as she kissed him. She had texted me this morning to keep my mouth shut and mind my business. As if I wasn't already going to do that. Bryan would never be able to handle the breakup well. He loved Cindy way too much for his o
CROSSI never thought I could see Cyrus so tense, so frightened and so shocked. He looked at me gaping in horror like I'd just said the worst and the next minute, he was walking out of the stall and out of the restroom. Who knew it would take a threat like that to get Cyrus off my back? I was still hard but the satisfaction that I got the last word was enough for me to sober up.I took some breathing exercise to calm down my dick before walking out of the stall-- I froze when I saw a man gazing at me in the mirror. Fuck! He saw Cyrus walk out too, didn't he?Not bothering to wash my hands, I rushed out of there, almost bumping into Bryan."Chill out, dude. What's the rush?" he let go of my shoulders as I steadied myself. "I thought you left or something. I tried calling."I slapped around my pocket for my phone and fished it out, checking the two missed calls. "Oh, sorry, I didn't hear it ring." or feel it. I was ashamed to admit that Cyrus was all I could think of back there."Okay.
CROSS "I'm leaving," Bryan jumped to his feet just as the two returned with drinks. "What? We kinda just got here," Cindy protested weakly but Brayan wasn't having it. He picked up his phone fast, bounced out of the chair like it would swallow him in the next second and grabbed his drink. "Did you pay for it or he did?" He opened his wallet quickly. "Don't worry, I got it," Cyrus said, just about to sit beside me when Bryan flung a twenty dollar bill his way, not caring where it landed, he grabbed Cindy and pulled her off. "H-Hey!" she tried to resist but he wasn't having it. I watched him drag her across the mall, heading outside the doors. "It was actually thirty but okay," Cyrus glanced at me, the glare easing off his eyes as he took a seat. "What did you do to piss him off?" "Nothing," I grabbed my drink and took a sip, enjoying the delicious creamy flavor and trying to put behind Bryan's attitude. He'd come around sooner than later. He always had mood swings every once in a
CYRUS “Hey, babe,” Patricia swung her hips as she walked over with her goons by her side. She leaned down and planted a kiss on my lips, making sure to wipe her gloss away after. “You didn't tell me you'll be here,” she said sweetly and occupied Cross’s seat. She looked so small in it, compared to his wide frame. They were technically almost the same height. “I don't particularly tell you my whereabouts, Patricia,” her eyes moved around the table with a visible disgust on her face before she shuddered and turned to me. “True. We're dating, remember?” She asked calmly, more like stated and wanted me to know. “Correction, you're dating me.” She picked up my drink— stole it and snagged a sip, making sure to stick her tongue out and swirl it around the straw. She kept a strong eye contact. “Hmm… that's not what everyone thinks,” I pictured Cross doing that instead, for some reason. He'd look so awkward yet the thought brought a smile to my lips. “Do me a favor and don't hang out wit
CROSS “I'm going to my room to study!” I climbed the stairs leaving behind my family and the noise from the TV. They were too interested in their movie to pay attention to me. Good thing my mother wasn't in the mood to drag me down to the couch for some family time and bonding. Wiping my wet hands on my shorts from just doing the dishes, I headed up to my room, locking the door behind me to avoid being bumped into in an awkward position. “"Argh!" I screamed, startled at the figure on my bed and my heart leapt into my throat. " Wh-wh- how- how did you... What the heck are you doing in my room?" Cyrus simply smirked at me, resting on his side and one arm. His eyes swept across my room, unfazed like he belonged here somehow. “Cyrus!” I screamed in a loud whisper, careful now not to alert my family, I hope they didn't hear me scream the first time. I backed away from the door, slowly approaching my bed. Where did that shopping bag come from? He didn't just come straight from the mal
CYRUS I burst into the class and my heart sank when I realized I was too late. The teacher was long gone and so was half the class. “It ended already?” My eyes landed on Caleb, Hakeem and Jamal. My teammates from the soccer team but I was closer to Caleb and Jamal. “It's only been two minutes,” I let the door shut as I walked in, fuming at the test I've missed. “Dude, where were you?” Hakeem scolded as he arranged his books and picked up his bag, slung it over one shoulder. “Remember what coach said about missing classes-” “Yeah, yeah, it's just one time, I'll handle it and how the fuck did everyone walk out of class so fast?” Hakeem frowned, obviously pissed that I paid him no mind. He can get out of here now, he was only my teammate compared to the other two whom I was actually close with. He had been trying to get into our little tight circle for a while now. He could as well just give up at this point. “We have ten minutes to go to our next class,” Jamal said, walking past
CROSS I stared at the message from Jake. He wasted no extra time in sending his homework. At least I knew one thing I'd be doing today to get my mind off things. I tucked my phone in my back pocket and looked down at the oversized Tee I had just picked from the lost and found. How does one lose a T-shirt? Pink wasn't my style but I had no choice. Since Patricia decided to be nice enough to share her drink with my face, my shirt partook of her generosity and got soaked. My thoughts narrowed to Cyrus but I blocked it out quickly. Instead, I made a mental note of Jake's assignment and tried to think of answers. That was better than thinking Cyrus would willingly date that witch. I could make an excuse to forgive her. ‘Maybe she was only acting this way because she was pent up and Cyrus was holding back on sex’ but no, Patricia had always been a terrible person. School was far from over and I couldn't wait to leave this damn place. The anger and bitterness in my heart after what she'd
CYRUS "Where the fuck is he?" I groaned, clenching my jaw and scanning the front door again. I handed out the customer's coffee, smiling wide. She admired me before reluctantly walking back to her seat and didn't stop glancing back. I caught a musk of her lust and catch this, my powers didn't go acting up. I've spoiled the damn thing with a taste of Cross and now everyone else tastes like sour milk. I bet he would want to know how much I'm suffering. He has me wrapped around his little finger, talking about, "don't fuck this, don't fuck now." Well spread those legs already, Cross. How about that, huh? "Are you sure you don't have other places to be?" Evelyn appears beside me with considering eyes. With Cross away, they needed the extra hand. They were handling three times their usual customer and they weren't prepared for the rush. Now this is what a normal café is supposed to look like. Alive. Warm. Strangers chatter. Picture everything Cross hates. "You don't have to fill in f
CROSSMom had her hand on her waist, dad's arms were folded and Elena's been sent to her room by the time we stepped down– more like mom ordered us to bring our asses down.Jeez! She literally barged in on me straddling Cyrus, his hand on my butt and under my shirt. There was no manipulating what she sawI straightened my back and lifted my head, trying to put a brave front and brace myself for the conversation. Cyrus was quiet by my side, grabbing his thigh like he restrained himself from grabbing onto my hand-“Damian?” Dad's firm no-nonsense voice stole my breath and my heart jolted.Shit! I've seen this a lot on the Internet, I just didn't realize it'd happen to me. Part of officially dating Cyrus was that sooner than later, we'd have to mention this to our family and friends.Luckily for him, his mom was rooting for us. Mine? Jeez! I couldn't shake off the shock on her face back there.“Care to explain what happened upstairs?” He asked, at least he was going to hear me out, befor
CYRUSAs soon as the words left my mouth, he was cupping my face, taking the lead. For the first time in my life, I leaned into someone else that wasn't my family and it felt good. So good.We really should keep our distance, but if we should, why did he taste so sweet? Why did he come apart easily in my arms? Why was it easier to breathe in his space? Why did my heart feel better and more alive? Why did his legs wrapped around my waist feel like the perfect place they should be?His arms around my neck, mine on his waist holding him steady as I walked to his bed, kissing him. The unsaid hunger between us fueled the forbidden passion. I was getting more attached and so was he.Would we have even survived staying apart for so long? Pretty sure I'd have caved and found myself in his bedroom the next morning. Cross, on the other hand-- I used to think he wouldn't care less.I was wonderfully mistaken. He wanted me nearly as much as I wanted him. It could never measure up to how much I de
CROSS Sofia: I swear I felt something last night. I don't know what it was, but dad was so uneasy.I stared at her text, chewing the corner of my thumb debating whether or not to tell her about my ordeal last night. I didn't want her to freak out, but at the same time, I felt like I'd burst with the information.Something like what? I sent back, choosing to play dumb instead.The experience felt surreal, I just needed to tell someone who'd understand and maybe... Have answers… like say if a demon God and a mate can like be toge–Shit. I caught myself thinking in that direction again and I locked my phone screen, not before seeing her next text.Sofia: I dunno. It was only for a moment before it disappeared. I hope it's not what I think.Me: I see.Sofia: You okay? You're texting weird. What's up?'It was weird knowing someone who could 'read' my mood through my text.Not now. I didn't want to talk about it-- I didn't even want to think about it. I turned my neck to the window, watchi
CYRUS I rinsed the soapy dish under the running tap, handing it to my mom as she wiped it off with a hand cloth and placed it in the rack. She hummed as she carried out her chore, a smile plastered on her face. I'd just had dinner at her place. We ate like humans knowing fully well we weren't, but it seemed nice to feel like a family once in a while. She was obsessed with anything that would give ‘quality time’ with her kids. She still didn't know about Lilith and Seth yet. While I'd debated whether or not to tell her, she mentioned Lucian stopping by to say hello and he zoomed off without another word. That was my cue to shut the hell up. I didn't say anything, just acted like everything was fine and I didn't just experience the greatest trauma in my whole life. A part of me– a very large part wanted to break down and cry in her arms. I still trembled just remembering what happened, but if I laid it all on her, what would she do? Her life was sad enough. I couldn't possibly add
CROSSI knew I was still alive when I suddenly became aware of the pain. Yeesh! I took it too far yesterday. Not that I regretted any of it. I'd do it again and again I'd say it over and over again. No remorse here, but I did take it too far.What did I mean by 'take from me. I can take it'? Oh my God! Needless to say, I woke up with secondhand embarrassment. How the heck do I face him this morning?Everywhere hurts. And one place that shouldn't feel like it's gaping open, actually feels that way.After I'd said those words, Cyrus went feral. I swear, I was this close to worrying whether it was truly him or Lust. He was out of it-- but then again, I don't exactly remember any promises of him taking it gentle with me.He was always out to prove why he was a god in the bedroom and why the girls at school won't stop throwing themselves at him.Too late now, I think.Setting the thought aside, last night's back and forth rushed back to me. How I managed to sleep at all was shocking. Thank
CYRUSI recognized sexual energy anywhere. After all, it was the fastest way I could build up my strength. It was my daily bread and what I considered food. There were other means of lust, but humans had long termed sexual acts as forbidden and so whenever they acted on it, lust jubilated and made merry.They've always tasted the same in different ways. Like colours but red, pink, or purple. Nothing out of the ordinary.Now why did this feel like I was having a whole feast? It wasn't just colours, it was something else; a whole rainbow, an upgrade, like I consumed a thousand souls.Fuck.Soft hands ran over my abs, sending a thrill, a mesmerizing one. I was getting addicted fast. My heart beating with more meaning, passion and power.Sweet rosy sensation flooded my senses. Everywhere he touched lighted up quickly.I must have summoned an incubus of something. Dammit! Guilt stabbed my chest. Cross would hate me if he found out. But I couldn't do this to him. It would be too much for hi
CYRUS I've always been afraid of the dark. Not because of what lurked out there, but what I housed inside me.Carrying a whole sin and one as strong as lust wasn't exactly easy. I feared the day he would burst out and shut me out, leaving me to drown in the darkness-- the void.What would happen to me? I wondered where I'd float.To nothingness, I hoped. Like my whole existence erased, wiped out like I wasn't even there.That was better than the feeling of being stuck somewhere, the feeling of falling into the void and never letting up.Something warm wrapped around me and I felt a slight tug in my chest. The kind I always felt when Cross looked at me a certain way, or smiled these days.Shit! Something's wrong with me, for sure.But right now, I felt his presence. It was subtle but it was there. It felt warm on my face like the ray of sun on a Saturday morning back at Mom's place. I could hear her humming through the thin walls-- other times, her cries of being abandoned by a mate a
CROSS I was falling fast. The world around me was spinning and waiting for my blood to spill. The air felt too thick for me to produce a single sound. The world twisted around me. The height from which the tentacle dropped me could cause anyone a heart attack, yet I suffered the torture of watching myself go down, watching myself die. The only thing in front of me was Valkar. The cursed agent of hell watched me without an atom of care, his head held high in dignity like he had done an honorary deed. My vision blurred, I couldn't even cry. My head spun. I sank further, waiting for the hard thud of the ground against my back, waiting for death's open arms to usher me into hell. "I'm gonna get you out of here." His words breezed past my thoughts with his shaky voice and that fearsome look in his eyes. They were empty promises. Not because he didn't mean it, but because he stood no chance against them. I knew it. He knew it too. Fuck. I knew I shouldn't, but with all the last stre
CYRUSMy hands trembled as I glanced at the heads of my siblings. The tentacles reached for them, dragging them back into the Earth and pulling along their lifeless bodies. Hell had no respect for its own people, this much shouldn't be a surprise. This wasn't grandfather's orders. Judging from the surge of power I just got, this was Valkar doing his own wish."H-He- killed them. Oh my God! Oh my God!" Cross gasped, struggling to breathe behind me. "Oh God! Oh God!" Anyone who stood against grandfather had themselves to blame. It didn't matter if they were his own grandchildren. We were not special to anyone. But I wasn't going to let them take my one special person away from me. Cross could barely even breathe behind me and I was in no position to say anything comforting. Heck, I needed it too! "Now that we've gotten rid of those small fries," Valkar smirked, still levitating as though the Earth was unworthy of him. "Let's get right into it."Small fries? I gulped. Shit. He wasn't