7: PROJECT PARTNERS WITH A BAD BOY

APRIL

Air was a luxury I’d lost access to.

At least since I walked into the dorm room that I and Natalie shared. She’s practically been on my neck since last night because of the call she where she witnessed me on the verge of an orgasm, followed by the fact that I arrived him in a ripped dress and a man’s shirt.

In her opinion, I must’ve gone through several rounds of hardcore railing to return in that manner. Little did she know that I’d only been humiliated and had my boobs fondled roughly until I came violently while my entire life was dangled before me on a thread.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t share that with her, especially since it’d involve revealing the secret I held so dear and admitting that I’d stopped to being the shared plaything of the three most ruthless playboys in Enigma college.

“You’re not leaving this room until you tell me who owned that Dolce and Gabana shirt you returned home in,” her eyes shone with curiosity as she blocked the door, “that particular shirt co