APRILI’d expected an outburst. Insults raining down from every corner. Accusing fingers being pointed at me. Heels being flung my way. Literally anything but the puppy-looking sad eyes that were regarding me after I’d just been caught red-handed and meted out an apology. Despite apologizing, I still thought that I’d be met with hostility, but Brooke seemed too worn out with the argument to react in any way other than plain sadness. For some reason, that made my heart hurt on her behalf. The fact that she was too overwhelmed with sadness to wield any other emotion spoke volumes about their relationship. It was glaring that it was more of a burden than a relationship and it was slowly wearing the poor girl out. “It’s fine, at least I don’t need to give you much of a backstory to explain how shitty our relationship is, since you’ve seen it firsthand, you understand that it’s a complete shit show and nothing more,” she sunk to the floor, wiping her face with the back of her arm. I f
APRILThe message came in right after my evening bath, and just like the two other times I’d received those orders, I couldn’t turn it down. Ace: my place, twenty minutes. My fingers slid over the words on my screen, my stomach tightening as I wondered what they could possibly have in store for me this time around. Judging from how exhilarating and adventurous the last two times at Ace’s mansion were, I could only expect the same this time around. For a while I’d thought that they’d never exercise their plaything privileges over me all at once again, that they’d become content with fucking me on separate instances, but it turned out I was wrong. As much as I knew I should think of it as nothing but berating and blackmailing, I couldn’t fight off the budding excitement in the pit of my stomach as I threw on a jumpsuit and hurried out to flag down a taxi. Luckily for me, I was at the mansion with six more minutes to spare. Ace and his friends were sticklers for timing once it was a
APRIL It all happened so fast. One second I was at the top of the pole undressing with one arm, the next, I was grabbed from the very top of it and pulled down before having my panties ripped off and my pussy filled with a harsh thrust. The scream I let out was immediately pushed back into my throat when another dick filled my mouth until I made a choking sound. I blinked back, tears from the intensity and unexpectedness of the intrusion, before looking up to find Nick.“I bet you’ve been wet from the very second you touched that pole,” Xander teased from behind me as he spanked my ass harshly, making me arch and push my ass further into him. He wasn’t fucking me, that word didn’t suffice for the animalistic way he was thrusting in and out of me like he owned me and had the right to break me to literal bits just for his satisfaction. What he was doing to me was much more suited as mindless pounding, the type that knocked your soul out of your body and triggered the most feral aro
APRILThe first phase of the Jaw wars was child’s play, for me at least.It dictated that everyone whose names were released on the final application list was to do an online exercise that would help them fan out the competitors for the major phase of the competition that would determine the winner. For the first phase, we were required to record a seven minute long video presenting a speech on a topic of our choice relating to national unity amongst the various beings in the country, both human and supernatural. I put my heart and soul into the presentation because I had my eyes on the cash prize and I planned to bag it no matter what. I made sure I submitted on the first submission day even though there was a three day submission period and made sure every I was dotted and every T was crossed to increase my chances of moving to the next phase.Only ten finalists were chosen afterwards and I was gobsmacked to realize that Nick was one of them. For him to have made it to the top ten
APRILThe money I earned from private tutoring sessions wasn’t worth the danger that came with it sometimes. I’d just finished tutoring a second year student whose parents were worried about her failing out because of the company she was keeping these days, and because she was on her phone half the time, I had to repeat every point countless times before it sunk in. In return, I ended up staying much later than was necessary and I’d only just left a few minutes after 10 pm. I made a mental note to send her parents a hefty bill at the end of the month for having my day wasted and putting me in danger of going home late. Normally, I wouldn’t do that, but today, there was a dreadful chill in the air that forced me to do so. For the last five minutes, I’d been feeling the odd sense that someone was following me and it didn’t help matters that the streets were almost empty asides from people that were closing their stores for the night. I kept trying to ignore the feeling because each
NICK She seemed to have felt my presence this time around. I’d been watching her closely of late, but she never seemed to notice until I did so while some strange men were tailing her. Even after they left, I kept watching her and I could tell that she knew she was being watched by how she kept looking over her shoulder after every step she took.Frankly, I knew I shouldn’t be trailing her and watching her every move, but I couldn’t help myself for some reason. Recently, I’d become obsessively interested in her every move. I knew all the classes she took, all the tutoring sessions she taught, and every student board meeting she preceded over. The need to know every bit of her schedule started as a random itch in my brain, but after these past few weeks, it’d become an obsession, an integral part of my daily routine. So far, I hadn’t witnessed any odd or dangerous activity, and I assumed her life was reasonably safe. Until tonight. I was shaken when I saw those loan sharks corner
APRILI couldn’t sleep a blink no matter how hard I tried, it felt like I was at the gates of hell and about to be hurled into the bottomless abyss. That’s exactly the juncture my life was at, because let’s face it, nothing could be more of a hellish experience than having your organs harvested to pay off a loan even though you’ve risked everything and worked your ass off for years for that same reason. Knowing those selfish loan sharks, they’d probably hire a wack doctor to perform the organ extraction and I might end up bleeding to death on the surgery bed and they’d happily dump my body in the nearest lagoon. My life couldn’t end that way, not after everything I’ve struggled to live through to forge a better path for myself despite the harsh cards life had dealt me. But how on earth was I supposed to avoid such a horrid fate when I had no idea where I could gather the ridiculous amount of money they’d asked for within a few days? That’s the one question I kept asking myself rep
XANDERIt’s been an hour. A fucking hour.The women before me were three of the hottest chicks in our college, and two of them were worldwide accredited swimsuit models, so they had bodies that had licked gravel floors just to get access to, and yet…They’d been caressing me, shaking their asses, touching each other, and giving me strip teasing shows for an hour, and none of that had succeeded in getting me a boner. As time passed, I started to get frustrated and irritated by their attempts.I was genuinely confused at their failure to excite me because I’d had rounds of mind-blowing sex with them before, taking turns with each of them until they were worn out or watching them finger themselves while I jerked off. So, if they’d succeeded several times before now, what made this evening any different? I was clueless on that front. To make things worse, the only time I felt my dick twitch excitedly was when I imagined that either of them was April. It wasn’t even deliberate, but when
XANDERHow long would it take for me to bleed out and die if I stabbed myself in the eye? I wondered. For the next couple of minutes that followed, I felt like I was constantly thinking of all the fastest ways to end my life so I didn’t have to tolerate this mind numbingly boring conversation between my father and his unwanted guests. The worst part of it all was that I couldn’t simply zone out of the conversation because I was required to be present enough to answer whatever questions were thrown my way. It was either I engaged in the conversation as little as I could or I risked incurring my father’s wrath once they left the dinner table. And trust me, a boring conversation that made me want to take my life was much better than being on the receiving end of my supposedly calm father’s wrath. “You’re a business major, right? I’ve heard wonderful things about the business program in Enigma college, it’s by far the best in the country,” Luna Mendel was speaking to me and I was tryi
XANDER I nearly threw my monitor across the room as the pictures flooded in. My Private Investigator, Shane, was doing his job a little too well, uncovering things that left me wishing for death with how furious and jealous they made me. The last few days, he has only been able to send me pictures of April going about her normal activities, from being an insufferable nerd in the library, her silly volunteering gigs, and her stuck up student board meetings. After getting boring pictures for a couple of days, I assumed that her and Nick’s closeness was in the dumps after that little stunt of mine, but judging from the pictures now displayed on my system, they were back and closer than ever. The first one was of them in his car that was parked in a deserted street corner, kissing like they were each other’s better half. There’s something about it that seemed different and unsettling, and I hated it. The pictures that followed were of them holding hands and walking into his house lik
APRIL When I woke up the next morning, I was surprised to find myself in bed because I recalled us falling asleep on the living room couch. It was sweet of him to have carried me into the room so gently that he didn’t disturb my sleep. “Nick?” I called out softly as I yawned, only to look around and see that he wasn’t in bed but there was a surprise waiting for me where he should’ve been. In his place, there was a tray of delicious smelling breakfast on a tray. It was stacked with chocolate pancakes, sausages, scrambled eggs, strawberries, and a jug of coffee. I sat up in bed, my eyes watering up again at the sweet gesture. No one had ever been this intentional and kind to me, I wasn’t sure how to react to being treated with so much care and adoration. If he was any sweeter to me, I’d probably become diabetic at this point. “Hey, sweetheart, you're up,” Nick walked into the room with two mugs, smiling at me like I was the most pleasing sight in existence. “Thank you so much for
APRIL Everything still felt like a dream. From Nick’s confession, to how he’d reassured me, and then the way he’d swept me off my feet with that heart melting kiss we shared. All of it felt too good to be real, so much that I’d kept pinching myself secretly while we headed to his apartment, and since none of the punches made me jump from sleep, I had to accept that it was all real.When we finally arrived at his house, he suggested cooking me a meal and I insisted on helping. After refusing my help a few times, I kept badgering him until he finally gave in and accepted it. He had a recipe book that was his mom’s and he said that he’d memorized all the recipes since he was a teenager but he liked having it nearby while he cooked because it just made him feel closer to her. I found that heartwarming and adorable and it somehow made the process of cooking more enjoyable. We laughed heartily, fed each other tasting samples, talked about our food fails over the years and even danced to
APRIL I was completely floored by his confession. While I’d boldly pointed out that he didn’t like me, I wasn’t expecting him to counter it by confessing that he did. I’d just thought he would apologize for how he reacted when Xander threw the question at him and nothing more. From the way he’s been treating me of late, I guessed that he liked me better than his other friends, but I hadn’t expected him to confess to it this way. I felt so flustered by his words that I decided to wave it off as a joke instead of responding in an emotional way. “Of course you like every bit of me, I’m adorable,” I wiggled my brows and chuckled lightly, hoping to steer him off the topic that way. “That’s right. But I hope you know I’m serious as a heartbeat about my feelings for you. It’s way too stressful to remain in denial about them, especially when they seem to multiply by the day and you’re on my mind every second of the day,” he went into a more in-depth confession that completely swept me of
APRILI’ve never wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole as I did right now. It felt like the gods would jump down from the clouds and strike me dead if I dared to reject Brooke’s pleas to join her for lunch, because I was clearly the cause of her distress. But the guilt, shame and discomfort I felt from being around her was the worst kind of torture, that’s why I kept wishing for a quick end to my life whenever she was near. Brooke was such a sweetheart and I felt horrible that I was one of the major causes of her heart ache. If I could end what I had with Ace easily, I would’ve done so since the first night I saw her crying after their argument, but knowing him, he’d have my secrets circling the entire school the second I tried to back out of the contract and I couldn’t afford to have that happen. When she asked me if I knew anything about the volunteer she’d seen him leave with on that night, I nearly shriveled up on the spot with the shock that slammed into me. I kne
BROOKEMy life was worse than hell, all the seven circles combined couldn’t compare to how horrible it was. And Ace was the bastard repeatedly lighting the match. A perfect example was last night when he showed up to a family dinner reeking of sex. He clearly smelt like another female and there’s no one at the table who didn’t pick up on it. Everyone acted like they were ignoring it, but from the subtle disgusted glares my mother kept shooting my way when no one was looking, I knew she would rain hell on me once we got home. I’d thought Ace was sensible enough to act better around our families, but he clearly didn’t have a shred of respect for anyone on the face of the earth. He could’ve saved me so much trouble by simply cleaning up better before dinner, but he’d much rather be an insufferable asshole by not doing so. After dinner, my mother rained me with derogatory comments and insults as usual before sending me into a den for another group of wrinkled old Alphas to do with me
XANDER The way her eyes narrowed into slits told me that she was about to protest, and I weirdly found her stubbornness attractive for some reason. Maybe I needed professional help at this point. “Let me fucking go. I mea—”On instinct, I used her wrist to pull her into my arms and crashed my lips against hers to shut her up. She used her free hand to push my chest, but I didn’t let her go, I just pressed my lips harder against hers, swiping my tongue out every few seconds to seek entrance. April groaned against my lips, now fisting a portion of my shirt and pulling on it to get me away from her, but I still didn’t budge. I couldn’t bring myself to stop kissing her even though I knew that I should before her protests worsened. When her stubborn refusal got a tad annoying, I grabbed both of her wrists in one of mine and pinned them behind her back, before wrapping my other palm around the base of her neck to keep our lip’s connected because I couldn’t bear for them to be apart. M
XANDERAs soon as we were done wrecking April’s tight holes, Ace had to leave for a dinner date with his family and Brooke’s. April washed up and changed into my clothes a while ago, and now she was scrolling through channel after channel on the TV while barely paying any attention to me. That allowed me to watch her to heart’s content, and it was so enjoyable because I realized sometime ago that I really liked seeing her in my clothes. The way my basketball jersey fit loosely around her slender frame, the enticing way that her perky boobs lifted the front of the jersey, how her small adorable feet stuck out of my joggers as she swung them absentmindedly, and the knowledge that she smelt like me whenever she had my clothes on. All of that flooded me with a level of satisfaction that should be Illegal. The most disturbing part of it was that this wasn’t the first time, I’d realized how much I enjoyed watching her move around in my clothes a while back, and I’d been ignoring it, but