Lenora
The pit of my stomach churned and my gaze stayed fixed on CJ, unable to tear my eyes away from him. I still couldn't believe that he was here defending me.
Jovita got over her shock and became defensive, trying to justify her actions.
"Sir, you don't understand. This girl is my roommate. She has all the time in the world because she's studying some stupid course, but I am studying robotics, and I'm always tinkering with screws, nails, and other tiny objects. As much as I try to keep myself, and my things organized, there's no way in hell that they won't become a mess."
I pressed my lips hard, wondering how CJ was going to react, considering that he was a professor of environmental management, the same course that Jovita was trashing.
"That's not an excuse," he said coldly. "I know people who are professors in robotics, and they manage to keep their workplace tidy. Why not create separate compartments to organize your tools? You should be respectful of shared spaces and be responsible for your stuff."
Holy cow!
Now that was a stellar, award-winning response.
Jovita went mute, and I felt a rush to pull CJ into my arms and kiss him everywhere. I couldn't tear my gaze from him. He'd hurt me by kissing my sister on my birthday, but he was here, standing up for me, and didn't let Jovita's excuse slide, unlike my coward of a boyfriend.
That made me feel so good.
Jovita's face crinkled like crushed paper and she stormed off. My heart raced with delight. Who'd have thought that the executive director of my daily dose of drama would be floored and embarrassed?
I composed myself, not wanting CJ to see how happy I was or how much he still affected me. When he turned his attention to me, I bit down on my smile, looked away, and tried to act casual.
"Lenora, fancy meeting you in Eldridge? How have you been, and how has school been treating you so far?"
His baritone voice like bottled thunder made desire overtake me like a hot, breaking wave. A confused Ron leaned forward and whispered to me, "Do you know him?"
"Yeah," I said, trying to sound indifferent, ignoring the longing that made my breath come in soft pants. "He's my dad's friend."
Then I turned to CJ, clearing my throat. "Fancy seeing you here."
His gaze glowed on me like warm lights and a side of his lip twitched.
"Hmm, it all happened pretty fast," he said, his gaze landing on Ron. And despite his indifference, I could tell he was frowning and didn't like Ron's hand on my neck.
I needed to show him that I had moved on, even if it was not entirely true, so I smiled coyly and played a little game, introducing Ron as my boyfriend.
"Ron, this is Professor CJ, a family friend and my best friend's dad. CJ, this is Ron, my boyfriend."
I didn't wait for Ron to respond before kissing him right in front of CJ, and my hand slipped into him as I tilted my head up to kiss him passionately.
Ron was surprised at first, but his lips began moving. His friends whistled and I became self-conscious and pulled away glancing at CJ, trying to gauge his reaction.
He remained composed, not showing any visible emotion, and it made my heart crush.
"It was nice seeing you," he said calmly. "And meeting you, Ron? I should get going. Have a great time."
Now every happiness and triumph I felt went down the drain, and I felt worse than before because now Ron wanted to continue the kiss. But I pulled back, gently creating distance between them, between us.
"For someone who hates PDA, that was an award-winning kiss," he chuckled, giving me a satisfied look.
My gaze followed CJ. Ron was oblivious to the longing that I felt for CJ. I stopped him when his hands hovered on my body.
"Can you stop?"
"Come on, baby."
"I said no," I snapped, glaring at him. "Come to think of it, I think you're an asshole who doesn't deserve me because you never stand up for me. Look how quiet you were watching Jovita embarrass me in public. You never defend me when I need it."
Ron was caught off guard and looked confused, trying to explain himself. "Come on, Lenora. That was between you and your roommate. What was I supposed to say? And you know deep down that I will always be on your side."
His response grated on my nerves, and I stood up, picking up my bag.
"If you cannot defend me when you see me in trouble and be there for me no matter what, then why are we dating? If the roles were reversed, do you think I'd act like a coward and remain quiet?"
His friends tried to beg me, but I had made up my mind and ignored their pleas to stay.
I left, but Ron bombarded my phone with non-stop calls, messages, and gifts, trying to buy my forgiveness.
He was suffocating me, and when I told Mariselle, she said he was probably obsessed with me or genuinely remorseful.
I couldn't ignore him forever, so I rolled my eyes, listening to his heartfelt apology, and forgave him. After all, breaking up with him meant that I still secretly wanted CJ.
"You want him, you idiot," my subconscious mocked me.
To seal up my forgiveness, I agreed to attend the frat party, hoping that would distract me from the thoughts of CJ.
After selecting my outfit and applying my makeup, I got ready, and Ron came to pick me up. The party was in a frat house, and blasting music filled the air. Boys and girls my age were dancing and groping themselves.
After taking some pictures, I stuck with Ron because he was the only one I knew there. The frat boys and sorority girls were wild, drowning in booze and weed. I watched the usually fashionable and chic girls wasted, either giving guys lap dances or outrightly making out.
"Come on, baby, let's dance," Ron breathed on my neck, his pupils dilated.
I had no choice but to go with him to the dance floor. His hand immediately groped my butt, and I winced, trying to make it seem bearable by pretending it was CJ dancing with me and kissing me.
"Let me get you a drink," Ron said, and I agreed. He made his way to the bar and returned with a cup filled with vodka. I raised it to my lips, taking a sip. The bitterness hit me but Ron urged me to take several more sips
We continued dancing and sweating, but the effects of the drink began to take hold of me, and the room spun in a slow, dizzying dance. My head felt light as if floating on a cloud, unsettling me.
I struggled to keep up with the dance until I couldn't bear it any longer and stopped.
"I feel so dizzy," I said to Ron.
"Let me take you upstairs," he offered and made me lean against him.
We climbed the staircase leading to the third floor. My body sank onto his bed, and I shut my eyes, trying to get a grip on my bearings. But when I felt Ron's body against mine and his hard cock, my eyes flung open and I refused to look.
"What are you doing?" I said to him, heaving and feeling the need to spit.
"Nothing," his voice thickened and he kissed my nose while his fingers explored my body.
"Do you know how fucking beautiful you are? I want to fuck you and fill you up, and then show the world that I own you."
He moved closer, attempting to part my thighs, I recoiled in disgust, dreading what he was about to do and wishing to be somewhere else.
Ron's cock was hard, pressing against me.
"I want you, Len," he said while kissing my cheek, my neck, and then my lips. I let him kiss me, but when he began to take off my panties, I stopped him.
"Come on, Ron. Not tonight."
"Baby, you and I are a couple, and we must do what couples do. Look at my sack," he said, taking off his jeans and bringing his cock close to my mouth.
They were erect and veiny, scaring the shit out of me.
"Look, I have blue balls because I can't cheat on you, and I have needs," he whined, trying desperately to make me agree. "Please don't deny me your moist body."
"Ron, please, I can't," I slurred. I wondered what was in that damn drink. "Not now. I told you I wasn't ready yet before agreeing to d-d-date you, right?"
Ron frowned, his voice going up a notch. "Come on, girl. I promise to make you feel good." His hand was going to thighs. I freaked out, pushing him away.
On my unsteady legs, I raced towards the door.
"Lenora, wait! Where are you going?" he called after me, but I raced as fast as I could away from him and downstairs, away from the house.
The cool night air hit my face, and outside was bathed in darkness except for streetlights.
I kept running without stopping, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The streets were deserted, and it was past midnight.
I knew it was a stupid idea for me to leave the frat house, and I was already freaking out when I collided with a solid figure.
With a shriek, I stumbled backward, and the man whom I ran into helped me. Our eyes locked, and my brain immediately recognized CJ.
CJMy mouth fell open in shock at the sight of Lenora. She was the last person I expected to see all alone in the middle of the night. Wasted. Glad I decided to come out for my night run. She stumbled into me, her hands fisted in my vest, trying to steady herself and her head lolled to the side. My breath hitched when my nose caught our mating scent, sweet like roses on a summer's day, with faint traces of vodka on her lips.“Are you okay? What are you doing out here, all by yourself?” Her cornflower-blue eyes looked glassy and unfocused, staring off into nothingness. "Whoa! Hold on to me." Her gaze exploded my body, making my cock bulge with arousal and my heartbeat pounded erratically almost painfully, in my chest. “I'm not sure what you're up to, but it isn't safe outside at this hour. And why did you drink so much?""None of your business," she sneered, pulling away from me and almost falling flat. Such a disrespectful girl. I pulled her up and curled my hands into fists
Lenora One of my eyes popped open before the other, and my heartbeat raced with surprise.This wasn't my room or Ron's frat house. Sitting up, my eyes gaped around. It was still dark and I couldn't see properly, but it was morning, judging from the little creeks of sunlight behind the dark curtains.My head throbbed painfully as if a drummer had taken residence inside my skull. What happened to me? I shook my head, trying to recall memories of what happened last night. The last thing I remembered was running away from Ron, who'd been trying to have his way with me.I clutched my temple, trying to massage away the pounding headache, and greedily sipped a half-full glass of water beside the bed.I froze when I sighted Mariselle's unmistakable portrait and my eyes widened in realization.CJ's room.What the fuck am I doing in CJ's room?My heart began pounding and I rushed to the mirror to check my appearance. My hair looked like a mad woman's, and my eyes were bloodshot.Did CJ see
Lenora Ronin's obsession made me flee from my dorm. My roommate was shitty as well, so I shelled out my dad's money and booked a hotel to spend the rest of my weekend. The hotel gave me some time to clear my head. It was a fifteen-minute drive from my school, and I spent the whole of Saturday and Sunday there, enjoying the fancy building with a breathtaking view of the city skyline, mouth-watering dishes, dipping myself in the swimming pool, and strolling around the hotel garden.Mariselle called me that evening, filling me in about her new boo. While she kept yapping excitedly, I relaxed on my bed, grinning, and let my thoughts drift. Several unholy thoughts of CJ eating me flashed through my mind, but I quickly pushed them away. "Are you even listening to me?" Mariselle accused me, bringing me out of my fantasy land."Oh, yeah, yeah. I'm sorry. I heard you, and I'm so happy for you, girl. Congratulations. Have you told your dad about him? And didn't you say he was a conspiracy th
CJIt took me a great deal of self-restraint not to unleash my fury on the idiots harassing Lenora. It was a crazy coincidence to step out at the same time she was getting harassed, thanks to my wolf. "What is going on here?" I snapped at the boys. "Are you trying to beat up a girl in public?"Lenora's boyfriend looked shaken by my presence, with his body shrinking in on itself. A brittle laugh escaped his lips, but his friend grew defensive."We're not harassing her, Sir, as you can see. Lenora and my friend Ron are lovers. They're only trying to iron out""Shut the hell up," I gave him an intense, fevered stare, with my breath sounding loud in my ears. The bumhole was lucky that this wasn't the werewolf pack where I'd have devoured him to shreds for daring to touch my girl.I glanced at Lenora. She was so embarrassed, with a flush creeping onto her cheeks while she sweated visibly from the circle of curious students huddling around and watching the unfolding drama. "Shows over,"
LenoraThe week dragged on, stressful as ever . and now we were expected to form study groups to improve our academic performance. I hated reading in groups, but this was compulsory, and I didn't have a choice."Everybody, listen up," the Class Rep announced on the stage. "We have to group ourselves in fours for the peer learning, where each person will take turns explaining topics, share your class notes and summaries."One of the girls asked at the back, "Must we all be involved in this?""Yes," the Class rep replied, "some of the lecturers will come with quizzes or grade us according to our peer learning group. You must stick to time, do not inflate the size or pair with your friend.""We are adults," another classmate shouted angrily, "and not in middle school or high school. We should be given the freedom to read with whomever we wish."Everyone started talking at once, and I bent my head, trying to block out the harsh voices that grated my nerves."Fine," the class rep yelled,
LenoraI was so angry that my breathing grew noisy, and I gritted my teeth to stop myself from exploding. I needed to start hating CJ so badly. How could someone always like to see me cry?A rational part of my brain reminded me that he was a lecturer and was just doing his job, scolding me that he probably didn't mean to hurt me with his words. It didn't help, and I couldn't shake off the fact that he'd hurt me badly. He was doing this intentionally because there were classmates who answered questions wrong and didn't get such belittlement."Come on, Lenora," Killian tried to make me smile. "You did very well. Our lecturers aren't our friends, and what they say doesn't matter. What matters is our grade, right? And we should be happy because we scored the highest.""Whatever," I murmured, my heartbeat pounding, and all I did that morning was to cuss out CJ in my mind. He was a foolish old man with a fat ego.Shame on me for lusting after someone so annoying, a jerk, an arsewipe.Befo
CJI never imagined I could feel such a level of rage in my life. I was fuming, with my heartbeat pounding frantically against my temples, and the sweat dripping down between my shoulder blades made the material of the shirt stick uncomfortably to me. Brooklyn had no idea what I was struggling with. She kept talking about her life, experiences, her deadbeat husband, and her struggles as a mother and the head of a department against several male competitors. She had an interesting story, but I responded with grunts or monosyllables while pretending to be listening to her.We sat across from each other at a corner table in the dimly lit bar. But on the other side of the club was Lenora, who was driving me crazy and making my breathing a hot mess. Her boobs rose and fell gently with the bastard's mouth on her neck. A deep growl ripped itself from my throat, echoing around me, rumbling like thunder. My eyes were glowing red with fury as I stared at his hands cupping her ass. My finger
Lenora My dance partner and I kept dancing and swaying to the pop music that made everyone in the club run wild with excitement. The guy was dry-humping me, and I feared that at this point, he might spill his jizz on me. I had a feeling this guy would do anything to get into my pants, so I held back the urge to push him off me and kept moving around as much as possible. My feet hurt from dancing all night and the bass of the music pounded through the soles of my heels. It was a miracle how I could still dance at all. But here we were dancing like there was no tomorrow. The guy was hot, I’ll give him that. If I was really into him, I was going to get some action tonight. He was having so much fun that he was groaning loudly. CJ and the HOD were still together, and my heart dropped when they got up. Damn it, they were leaving.Pain squeezed my heart, and my eyes followed CJ as he walked behind Brooklyn.Gosh, I loved CJ too much that my body craved him like crazy. Were they go