Warning!!!
This chapter contains steamy and sexual content!!!
**********************************************
“I mention my mother, stepfather, and best friend,” I say, then take a seat.
Emily kisses my cheek, and I return the gesture with a smile. Alex turns around, holding a pen and notebook.
“Next round, let’s switch it up,” he says, starting to take notes. I roll my eyes and pop my balloon. Just as I’m about to speak, he cuts me off.
“Let’s move faster since we have just ten minutes left. Pop your balloon, jot down the question and your answer on a piece of paper with your name, and pass it to me. Once someone finishes, they can leave.”
A loud burst of balloons fills the room, nearly deafening me. I glance at my paper and read: “What do you see yourself doing in three months?”
I snicker and look at Alex, raising my hand, but he ignores me.
“Mr. Gray,” I call out, and he meets my gaze.
“I don’t answer questions, Miss,” he replies. My cheeks flush as I try to hold back my frustration. I grab my pen and quickly write the question along with my answer.
After folding the paper, I gather my things, leave it on his desk, and head towards the hallway.
I can’t believe how irritated I am with him. It’s only been two days! Part of me wants to kick him and slap that handsome face of his. Ugh!
“What are you doing here?” someone asks. I turn to see James looking bemused, holding a cigarette. I roll my eyes.
“I’m evading Mr. Gray,” I reply, and he shakes his head. “By the way, you really shouldn’t be smoking at school.”
“You looked completely smitten with him a moment ago, and now you’re avoiding him?” he says, surprised, ignoring what I just said. I roll my eyes again.
“I’m not smitten and never will be with that guy,” I insist, earning a quiet chuckle from him.
“Sure, but he’s paying me well to keep an eye on you, and my next task is to walk you to his office,” he states casually, making me laugh sarcastically.
“I’m not going to his office; I have no desire to see him,” I declare, trying to walk away, but he laughs and restrains me. “Hey, let me go!” I protest as he covers my mouth with his hand.
He carries me to the waiting room, and I cross my arms, pouting in frustration.
He takes my arm and leads me into Alex’s office. I groan at the slight pain in my arm. The space is empty except for us, and I sigh.
“He’ll be here shortly,” he tells me.
“I don’t care,” I mutter, and he chuckles.
“I’m going to have a good laugh soon when you two are making out right in front of me,” he replies, making me roll my eyes.
“He’s not getting any closer, he’ll be furious,” I say playfully.
“Why’s that?” he asks.
“Because when someone treats me poorly, I treat them the same,” I respond, fiddling with my skirt.
Silence fills the room for a moment until the door slams open, revealing a visibly angry Alex who storms in.
“James, get out of my office, now,” he commands. James looks at me with raised eyebrows and stands up as I watch. Alex locks the door behind him, making me nervous.
“Before you think about any physical contact, I suggest you reconsider your actions, Mr. Gray,” I tease, and he scoffs.
He sits across from me, placing his items on the desk.
“Alright then, let’s see,” he says, grabbing the only folded paper in the pile. “Miss Moore, could you repeat the question you were supposed to answer on your paper?” he asks calmly. I exhale.
“What do you see yourself doing in three months?” I reply. He nods.
“Now, please repeat your answer,” he says, a hint of tension in his voice. I lick my lips and stutter.
“I don’t really remember it,” I mumble, earning a smirk from him. “It was something like… I can’t quite recall,” I whisper sarcastically as he hands me my paper. “Thanks, Mr. Gray.” I open it again. “Oh right-this!”
“What was your response, Miss Moore?” he asks.
“Sleeping with Professor Winston, either in his office or home,” I say, leaving the paper on his desk. “And giving him a great blowjob,” I add quietly. I click my tongue, and Alex gives me an angry glare.
He stands up and pulls me from my chair roughly.
“Why did you say that?” he demands angrily, shaking me slightly. I roll my eyes.
“You’re the one who started this mess,” I respond.
“I didn’t do anything!” he exclaims, rolling his eyes back at me.
“As if you’re innocent, Mr. Gray,” I accuse as my anger rises. “You’ve ignored me all day, treated me poorly, and flirted with others,” I say defiantly. He laughs incredulously before releasing me.
“If I had known you would treat me so nicely one day and then act this way the next, I wouldn’t have even started,” I say, and he kisses me.
I try to pull away, but he grips my wrists and pins them next to my head as he kisses me again. I slowly start to relax.
“You know I would never do that,” he whispers against my lips, kissing me again. “I wouldn’t flirt with anyone else, let alone ignore you on purpose,” he murmurs before kissing my neck, drawing a soft moan from me.
“But it seems you’ve forgotten something significant,” he whispers.
“What’s that?” I ask, curious.
“The roulette,” he replies, placing his hands on my waist. “What did we land on?” he asks, causing me to sigh as his warm breath tickles my neck.
“Just sex,” I whisper, and he nods.
“I can’t treat you or view you the same way if we’re intimate,” he murmurs. I pout in response. “Remember? No feelings, no commitments,” he states, making me sulk.
“But I don’t like being ignored like this,” I admit, and he tenderly caresses my cheek.
“You’re really terrible at this,” he whispers. I look down. “Alright, let’s try to be a bit more confident,” he encourages, making me smile.
He takes a couple of steps back, sits me on the desk, removes my panties, and pockets them. I smile, reach for him, and he enters me without warning.
“I want this roulette to work,” he murmurs and begins thrusting quickly. Just as I feel a moan escaping, he covers my mouth, smirking-“My little screaming princess.”
I close my eyes and arch my back as Alex pulls me closer, deepening his thrusts. I bite his hand, and he barely notices. I gaze into his eyes, and for a few minutes, we both tense up.
I grip his shoulders as he thrusts harder and faster, then he removes his hand from my mouth, and I bite his shoulder as he quickens his pace… before long, we both climax, and I lean against him, panting.
“If something bothers you, just tell me and we can stop,” he whispers, and I nod, kissing his cheek.
“I’ll give just sex another shot,” I murmur, kissing him again. He smiles, and I yawn. “Ugh, every time we hook up, I feel sleepy,” I complain, and he grins.
“That’s my job,” he replies, and I smile, hugging him.
“I don’t want you to treat me like you did today again,” I say, to which I nod, and he chuckles.
“I’ve never flirted with anyone. You’re exaggerating,” he says, and I roll my eyes. “But it’s okay, I promise,” he adds, extending his pinky finger, and I entwine mine with his.
“Are you coming to my place today for another round?”