Kat T. Masen

I divert my eyes to our dorm room where Will is pacing in front of our door, dressed in a tux with an angry glare as his eyes feast upon me.

“Mr. Nothing?” Liesel whispers. “Millie, he’s hot. But super angry.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I need a word with you,” he barks.

“I’m going to Jen’s room.” Liesel lets go of my arm, her gaze still fixated on Will. “Text me when you’re ready.”

Unsure of what to say or do, I manage to move closer and motion for him to get out of my way so I can open the door, all while trying to ignore how handsome he looks in his tuxedo.

“What could you possibly have to say to me?” I question abruptly.

I cross my arms beneath my chest as he closes the door behind him. Leaning on the door, he folds his arms just like me, but his gaze never shifts. The angered expression only appears to intensify when his eyes drop to the floor, then slowly drags them back up my body.

“So, Cash, is it? Is this the college guy you’re fucking?” he asks, though it comes across as more of a threat. “Oh, wait a minute, dating according to what you tell your mother?”

Shocked by his jealous accusation, I refuse to break his stare. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I had to answer to you. I’m not sure why you felt compelled to drive over here to weigh in on my personal life since, apparently, you have a date waiting for you. Let me guess, she wanted to stay the night, but

you just couldn’t let her ruin your streak of one-night stands?”

“Joy was my date for an event in which I couldn’t exactly attend single.”

“Joy?” I repeat, mocking. “Now isn’t that a festive name?”

“Sounds to me like you’re jealous.”

“Being jealous would mean that I actually care, which I don’t. I don’t care who you fuck. You’re the single almost billionaire, and all the women are dying to get their hands on you.”

“And you’re the college girl all the men want to taste.”

Taken back by his comment, I pause, breaking his stare. He still hasn’t given me a reason why he’s here, yet I stand in front of him absolutely speechless. Nothing makes sense, nothing at all.

Slowly, he moves closer to me, my heart rate picking up with every step he takes. I try my best to ignore my body betraying me and my chest on the verge of exploding, but his scent, it’s like a drug, and the closer he is to me, the more I struggle to compose myself.

“I lied to your father, told him an emergency came up with a friend. I may have jeopardized a business deal because I almost yelled at a potential client. I went over and over in my head why I even care some college kid is touching you or the fact that he’s made his profile look like the two of you are together.”

“Cash is just a friend…” I mumble, defending myself.

Will purses his lips, his body only inches away from mine. “And I don’t understand why I want to tear apart any man who touches you in the slightest.”

I beg my eyes not to look up at him, falling victim to his penetrating stare.

“I guess it’s why I don’t understand when I’m told you have some new woman latched onto your arm, I feel the very same.”

His hands grip my face, his lips crashing onto mine. Letting out a moan, I drag him through the living room toward my room, throwing him onto my bed. Without a thought, I straddle him before he slides my dress above my hips and moves his fingers between us. I throw my head back, rubbing myself against him, ignoring everything else but the sound of his pants coming off.

Will doesn’t hesitate entering me whole. My body follows, riding him fast, unapologetic with my need to come right here, right now. I don’t care if I’m labeled selfish. His body is an addiction I can’t seem to stop, no matter how fucked-up this all is.

He begs me again to ride it out together, and moments later, we moan in harmony, allowing our bodies to succumb to the intense orgasm we both experienced.

Our shallow breaths echo inside the room as he pulls my neck down, our foreheads touching while he still remains inside me.

“You didn’t call,” I state, rather than ask.

“Neither did you.”

“I don’t know what any of this means.”

He kisses my lips, pushing deep. Undoubtedly, he’s hard again. “What do you want it to mean?”

“I don’t know,” I falter, out of breath. “My parents can never find out. It will end badly if they do.”

He stops his movements, tracing his fingers along my lips. “Then we keep us a secret. No one has to know but us.”

“A forbidden affair…” I whisper.

With a devious smirk, he moves his hand beneath my dress and into my bra. His fingers tweak my nipple, causing me to gasp. “Our dirty little secret. No one has to know, but I do have one request.”

“What is it?”

“It’s only me,” he mouths softly. “Only I can touch you like this.”

I groan at his touch, his request to be exclusive not even a second thought. Unless, of course, he still wants to be with other women.

“But what about you?”

He pauses, his eyes tracing the tip of his finger as it glides down my body. With a steady gait, his tongue runs across his bottom lip seductively.

“Trust me, baby,” he confesses with a lowered voice. “There’s no one else I want to be inside of beside you.”

And with the truth unveiled, I gaze at the man who has consumed me whole.

We’re about to start something dangerous, something which can jeopardize everything we have.

Or maybe it’s too late. The second I walked into his office, the tell-tale signs were there.

I just chose to ignore it.

And ignorance can only get you so far in life

“It’s one of those moments in life where you lose all hope, but in the same breath, you’re blessed with unconditional love.”

Clenching my jaw, on the verge of yelling at her to shut the fuck up, I grab my phone and check the time, noting it’s already ten on the East Coast. My fingers type quickly, sending Will a text.

Me: I dreamed about you last night. It was… interesting.

The phone begins to buzz in my hands. I answer in a low voice so no one can hear me. Turning to my side, I tuck my hand underneath my face.

“You can’t just drop the word interesting and expect me to pretend like it’s nothing,” Will chastises, the sound of his smooth

My fingers run through her soft hair as she lays against my chest.

There’s nothing but silence inside the room, the sound of two lovers tangled in this intricate web we have find ourselves in.

Tonight was risky. I know very well that Lex was pissed when I had to leave, especially because I’d been in a mood all night since the phone call inside the limo. On several occasions, he tried to talk professionally, but my head wasn’t in it. Nope, my head had decided to take some fucked-up ride in which every possible scenario taunted me.

Charlie knew something weighed heavily on my mind, quick to pull me aside and ask if everything was okay. She’s always worried about me, just like my mother. What could I possibly say to her? Her daughter is a mindfuck, and there’s no rhyme or reason to why I’m chasing someone so young when surrounding me, I can pretty much have any woman I want.

Nothing makes fucking sense.

When it comes to Lex, though, business always comes first, yet arguably, he’s broken that rule several times.

“I have to go,” I murmur, focusing on her lips.

Dropping her gaze, she breaks eye contact with a heavy sigh. Tilting her chin, I raise her lips to meet mine and place a gentle kiss unlike the frenzied kisses we found ourselves in only moments ago.

“Yeah, of course,” she mumbles, still with a lowered gaze. “You need to sort everything

ut.”

“I was thinking…” I stand up, buckling my pants and placing my shirt back on. “Next Saturday night. Come to my place. I’ll cook dinner, and we can Netflix and chill.”

She shakes her head, laughter consuming her. If only she understands just how beautiful she is—so raw, so innocent, so fucking perfect. “I didn’t know you can cook dinner, too. All these secret talents of yours.”

“I’m a masterpiece, according to my father.”

“Your father can also burp the alphabet,” she points out in jest.

I chuckle softly. “That he can.”

We both reminisce about the time my dad did this incredibly stupid thing at a birthday party, embarrassing my mom as usual. The more we speak, the more it begins to sink in just how familiar it all is. How easily we just lose ourselves in memories because we have so many together.

“What time are you thinking?’ she asks, toying with the ends of her hair. “I’d have to head back late.”

“I was thinking you could sleep over.” I wait for her reaction, praying that she wants to stay over and can read into what I’m saying without me having to spell it out.

out.”

“I was thinking…” I stand up, buckling my pants and placing my shirt back on. “Next Saturday night. Come to my place. I’ll cook dinner, and we can Netflix and chill.”

She shakes her head, laughter consuming her. If only she understands just how beautiful she is—so raw, so innocent, so fucking perfect. “I didn’t know you can cook dinner, too. All these secret talents of yours.”

“I’m a masterpiece, according to my father.”

“Your father can also burp the alphabet,” she points out in jest.

I chuckle softly. “That he can.”

We both reminisce about the time my dad did this incredibly stupid thing at a birthday party, embarrassing my mom as usual. The more we speak, the more it begins to sink in just how familiar it all is. How easily we just lose ourselves in memories because we have so many together.

“What time are you thinking?’ she asks, toying with the ends of her hair. “I’d have to head back late.”

“I was thinking you could sleep over.” I wait for her reaction, praying that she wants to stay over and can read into what I’m saying without me having to spell it out.

Amelia sits quietly, not showing any emotion unlike any other woman I know. If I counted the last ten women I slept with, the same ones I had to push out the door, they would’ve jumped for joy at the possibility of staying over.

Instead, the reaction is less than enthused, only confusing me even more. Pulling the sheets toward her chest, her long hair falls over her shoulder, a picture-perfect showcase of all her beauty.

“You don’t have to do that if you don’t want to,” she says stubbornly.

“Do what?”

“Invite me to stay over.”

“Well, I want to.” I continue to button my shirt, a smirk playing on my lips. “Besides, you’ve slept in my bed already and from memory, we’ve slept beside each other when we went camping. Granted, you told horror stories which scared everyone in the tent except me.”

Amelia breaks out into laughter again. “Andy couldn’t sleep for weeks. Ava would hide in Mom and Dad’s bed. Their fear of clowns still reigns to this day.”

“You were quite something as a kid.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” She throws her pillow, goading a reaction from me. “Fine, I’ll accept your invitation.”

I lean in to kiss her, wishing I didn’t have to leave but know I have no choice. “No need to pack any sleepwear, I expect you naked the entire time.”

With a wide grin across her face, she stands on her tiptoes, wrapping her arms around my neck. “I couldn’t think of anything more perfect.”

Will: What I would give to bend you over for being naughty.

Me: I’ll write a list of all the bad things I’ve done.

Will: What’s number one?

Me: You.