All Chapters of Midnight, the Half-Wolf: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

When we return from dinner, my brother and I say goodbye to Lion, Angie and Mid before heading into our apartment. Bastian stops me in the hallway outside my door. "Jeremy has sent your allowance," he informs me in that tight voice that comes out every time he talks about our dearest daddy whom at the moment I love so much I could hug him... okay, no. I don't care if he lives or dies, but every time he gives me money my heart fills with love for a brief moment, "But I'll deduct the hundred pounds you asked me for yesterday." "Fück off, Bastian!" I exclaim, snatching my money from him before he take what I owe him, "You have more money than me. Stop taking the pittance that man gives me." "No, because I'm the one paying for everything here, so," he stretches out his hand and we fight with our eyes for a second but in the end I end up pulling out two bills and laying them tightly in his hand, "How much do you have saved so far?" Nothing. "Uh... mmm... probably, maybe about..

"I don't care if I’m ruining the mood. If I leave, you won’t do anything and you’re just going to stare at each other like the losers you are," I express and move a little closer until I'm almost glued to Mid from behind. I put her hair gently on one shoulder to bare her long neck and start stroking it very slowly to make her feel calmer, careful not to be aggressive because if I am she's going to get up like a scared dog again, "For god's sake, Baxter. Do something. If I didn't know better I'd think you have no game at all." I earn a smack on my arm from him but I'm getting used to physical abuse so I don't even feel it. Bax finally takes advantage of Mid being in a trance from my touch to put a hand on her face and move in to leave a chaste kiss on her lips. Mid gives a little gasp when she feels it and turns to me with a big smile. My hand is still on her neck, and I don't want to move it. Her skin is so soft. It smells so good in here. And her pulse looks so delicious that I

Before long I find another guy to direct my lust towards, since Matthew hasn't stopped kissing Regina. This guy is the bartender. His eyes are big, his hair is long and his body is big and tall. The way he picks up different bottles and makes drinks is magnificent. I think I’m in love again. I decide to follow my heart and go order a drink just to hear his probably melodious voice. I don't have any money in me, but I can stay there with him until Gray comes back from the bathroom and pays for me. My whole plan is set and as I walk to the bar, I push my boobs up in my bra so they look bigger. I brush my hair with my fingers and quickly pull out my phone to check with the camera to make sure the makeup Angie put on me still looks good. In theory, I look beautiful. And in theory, I'd really like to talk to the bartender and flirt with him, but in reality I settle into a spot at the bar and stand there for another ten minutes without daring to get his attention. Luckily, no

The moment I realize Gray knows I'm here, I do what any sane person would do: run. I run straight to my room and I'm so shocked that I don't even think about Bastian and Angie having sëx. I bury my face in my pillow and scream at the top of my lungs because I have so many feelings inside me I don’t know what to do with them. So many emotions. And arousal, unfortunately, is one of the most prominent. My phone starts ringing on the small piece of furniture on the side of the bed and Gray's name appears on the screen along with a picture of his handsome face. Of course I don't answer it. I don't plan on ever talking to him again. I stay with my face buried in my pillow for the rest of the night, regretting being so me. I don't know if I slept or not because I don't feel tired and my eyes were closed most of the night, but my mind never stopped working, so I'm not sure. I just know it's morning because Lion knocks on my door like he does every day, except this time I don't get

{ Grayson } Midnight's mouth hangs open for probably thirty seconds before she blinks again and looks at me like I'm desecrating against her virginity. Which I'm obviously not doing. As far as I remember, at no point did I ask to insert anything into her or even touch her. I wouldn't object to doing so, but I never offered. "No," she whispers, unable to believe I said that and steps back to let go, "That's not fair at all." "Of course it is. You invaded my privacy, now I'll be invading yours. Seems like a very mature arrangement to me, actually, considering I had no choice and just had to put up with someone watching me at my most vulnerable moment. Maybe it's not a very evident thing, but I'm very shy and insecure about my sëxuality. Just like you." "You're manipulating me," Mid complains making a very slight and adorable pout. "Manipulating?" I pretend to think about that for a few seconds, "Mmm, yes. You're right, I am manipulating you." "So..." "So, we need to p