APRILI checked out myself one last time in the mirror before grabbing my purse and heading out of my dorm room.Nick texted me that he was in the parking lot about a minute ago, and for the first time, I wasn’t bothered about what people would say when they saw me getting into his car. When we were making plans about when we’d meet up today, he suggested picking me up behind the dorms which would be more discreet just so I’d be comfortable, but I refused that idea. It was starting to seem like Nick’s presence in my life wouldn’t be fleeting or inconsequential as I’d thought, so it was best that I got used to being seen with him now because we couldn’t possibly continue to cower and hide from preying eyes for the entirety of our friendship. Speaking of friendship, I wasn’t sure if we were going on this date as friends or something else. But I was sure to find out soon, depending on the nature of the date. “Over here, gorgeous,” he hopped out of the driver’s seat once I got to the p
APRILEverything around me stopped as the cake was placed right before me. It felt unreal. As simple as the gesture was, it gave my inner child a million hugs and had her keeping for joy within me. I blinked repeatedly, willing myself to find a worthy reaction to the cake before me. It was so beautiful and coated in my favorite color; red, while the inscription was in gold. It looked like something fit for a queen and nothing less, and it had my heart soaring like crazy. In the background, I could faintly pick up the fact that the staffs were singing ‘Happy Birthday’ to me, but all I could focus on was the cake staring back at me. My reaction of being completely floored might’ve seemed over the top for any one watching, but if they realized that I hadn’t celebrated my birthday in years, they’d understand that it was completely justified. Ever since my father’s death, I hadn’t celebrated a single birthday. My mom paid no attention to me whenever I reminded her about my birthday a
APRILPeople tell stories of going to heaven and returning, and most times, no one believes their tales. On my part, I didn’t need anyone to believe my tales, but it was hard not to want to tell the tales of the marvelous ride through bliss that Nick had taken me through. Indeed, I went to Heaven, and I frankly didn’t want to return back to earth. Nick definitely wasn’t joking when he said I would pay for teasing him back at the restaurant. The things he’d done to me were worth testifying about on an altar, rallying an audience and singing his praises as well. Maybe I was overreacting about it, but anyone in my shoes would do the same after experiencing multiple mind blowing orgasms in a row. Once we got back to the house, he’d kissed me like I was his life source, ravaging my entire body and littering me with the sweetest praises. Then, he reminded me of his promise from last time to fulfill a fantasy of mine each time we hooked up. Happily, I indulged him. I’d enjoyed how Ace
NICKEven after driving April back to the dorms the next day, her energy lingered around me and put me in the best mood imaginable. I was on an all time high, one that superseded the kind anyone could get from countless hard substances and I knew that because I had the kind of friends that made me try them all for the fun of it while we were in high school. But the feeling of those substances paled in comparison to the high that came from spending a wonderful day with the girl I liked more than anything in the world. Most of the day went by beautifully, with me doing all my tasks while humming excitedly and replaying the events of the past day countless times over. Evening came and I was still in an amazing mood when I got a text from Xander asking me to come over for a gaming marathon night. It’d been a while since we did any of those, so it seemed like the perfect end to an already wonderful day. However, when I walked through the doors of Xander’s house, his expression told me
APRIL I turned on my phone last night so I could focus exclusively on Nick and all the butterflies he sent scattering through me from the moment our date began. So, as soon as he dropped me back at the doom and we said our goodbyes, I turned my phone back and was surprised to find a couple of missed calls from Xander. When I scrolled a little more through my notifications, I saw a text from him. Xander: My place, 8 pm. Don’t be late. Even though countless orgasms had just been milked out of me last night, I still found myself feeling excited to honor his invite, or order. The reason for my excitement was mostly because I’d get to see Nick again. All day, I was in the best mood ever after the amazing birthday I’d celebrated the day before. Still, I was looking forward to 8 pm more than anything. One would think I hadn’t seen Nick in ages, but it’d only been a few minutes since we’d parted ways. Yet, every minute of the day made me miss him more and more. So, after hearing say th
XANDERAs soon as we were done wrecking April’s tight holes, Ace had to leave for a dinner date with his family and Brooke’s. April washed up and changed into my clothes a while ago, and now she was scrolling through channel after channel on the TV while barely paying any attention to me. That allowed me to watch her to heart’s content, and it was so enjoyable because I realized sometime ago that I really liked seeing her in my clothes. The way my basketball jersey fit loosely around her slender frame, the enticing way that her perky boobs lifted the front of the jersey, how her small adorable feet stuck out of my joggers as she swung them absentmindedly, and the knowledge that she smelt like me whenever she had my clothes on. All of that flooded me with a level of satisfaction that should be Illegal. The most disturbing part of it was that this wasn’t the first time, I’d realized how much I enjoyed watching her move around in my clothes a while back, and I’d been ignoring it, but
XANDER The way her eyes narrowed into slits told me that she was about to protest, and I weirdly found her stubbornness attractive for some reason. Maybe I needed professional help at this point. “Let me fucking go. I mea—”On instinct, I used her wrist to pull her into my arms and crashed my lips against hers to shut her up. She used her free hand to push my chest, but I didn’t let her go, I just pressed my lips harder against hers, swiping my tongue out every few seconds to seek entrance. April groaned against my lips, now fisting a portion of my shirt and pulling on it to get me away from her, but I still didn’t budge. I couldn’t bring myself to stop kissing her even though I knew that I should before her protests worsened. When her stubborn refusal got a tad annoying, I grabbed both of her wrists in one of mine and pinned them behind her back, before wrapping my other palm around the base of her neck to keep our lip’s connected because I couldn’t bear for them to be apart. M
BROOKEMy life was worse than hell, all the seven circles combined couldn’t compare to how horrible it was. And Ace was the bastard repeatedly lighting the match. A perfect example was last night when he showed up to a family dinner reeking of sex. He clearly smelt like another female and there’s no one at the table who didn’t pick up on it. Everyone acted like they were ignoring it, but from the subtle disgusted glares my mother kept shooting my way when no one was looking, I knew she would rain hell on me once we got home. I’d thought Ace was sensible enough to act better around our families, but he clearly didn’t have a shred of respect for anyone on the face of the earth. He could’ve saved me so much trouble by simply cleaning up better before dinner, but he’d much rather be an insufferable asshole by not doing so. After dinner, my mother rained me with derogatory comments and insults as usual before sending me into a den for another group of wrinkled old Alphas to do with me
APRILBlinded by anger, I hadn’t thought before slapping him right across the face. His initial reaction was shock, his lips parted slightly and his eyes bulged out as he realized what I’d done, but I was too pissed at how foolishly he’d just behaved to feel any sort of regret for slapping him.Seconds later, the shock faded into thin air and his eyes turned into angry slits. The next thing I knew, he was grabbing my neck and choking me against the wall while my feet were slightly above the floor. He wasn’t wrapping his eyes tightly enough around my neck to hurt me, he was just making a clear distinction about who was the more powerful being between us in case I’d forgotten. “Despite that foolish decision you just made, I’m willing to be a gentleman for a night,” he smiled at me devilishly, still looking at my body like he was starving even though he’d devoured me whole mere minutes ago. “I won’t take out that lousy slap on you tonight,” he whispered lowly, still smiling and manag
APRIL“You’re not going anywhere, sis,” he pinned me down and started to move inside me again, fucking me even harder than before. At this point, I had to believe that the walls in this house were perfectly sound proofed because nothing else could explain why we were louder than animals in heat and they still hadn’t suspected a thing. That didn’t mean it was a risk I enjoyed taking. Some part of me was till scared out of her mind even though I was delirious with pleasure. “We need to stop,” I pleaded with him again. He chuckled, grabbing my neck and snapping it to look straight ahead. “Because of her?”I felt my breath catch in my throat and my eyes bulged out in horror when I saw my mother standing right in front of us, smacking her lips in the mirror that was resting against the window and checking her lipstick out. “She’s eight there,” I whispered my plea while fighting yet another moan. Xander clearly didn’t give a fuck about getting caught because he refused to relent. His
APRILMother’s preferred French brand of white wine finally caught my eye. However, I didn’t even get to lift it from its spot on the shelf before I startled out of my mind from the sound of the door shutting and being bolted. When I turned around and saw Xander with a smirk that made it obvious he was up to no good, I rolled my eyes in annoyance. He always picked the worst times to initiate sex. There’s never been a time when he cornered me that he didn’t want sex. I could see it written all over him as those dangerously stunning blue eyes worked over my body lustfully. I didn’t need a soothsayer to tell me that he was undressing me in that twisted head of his. “What the hell are you doing here?” I hissed at him, determined to make sure he didn’t get his way this time around. “Showing you what happens to errant stepsisters,” he answered in a punishing and cut edge tone but his gaze was elsewhere, drooling for what was beneath my shirt. His eyes snapped from my breasts to my ey
XANDER I emptied my wine glass down my throat as I thought of a suitable response that wouldn’t include me pointing out how much I was against being betrothed to a random girl and immediately having my head ripped off my neck by my father. But before I could figure out one, April’s mother spoke on my behalf. “Sweetheart, as much as I was being cordial during their visit, I think you should consider allowing him wait for his mate instead of being hurled into an arranged marriage,” she suggested and for the first time since I knew her, I agreed with her. Just like me, she was only being nice to the Mandels because they were my father’s guest and he’d expect nothing less, but I appreciated that she voiced out her true opinions on the matter because I wouldn’t have been able to do the same. My initial plan was to bore the hell out of them, make their daughter’s life a living hell, and never show up at the altar on the decided wedding day. “Waiting for a mate?” my father’s tone was s
XANDERHow long would it take for me to bleed out and die if I stabbed myself in the eye? I wondered. For the next couple of minutes that followed, I felt like I was constantly thinking of all the fastest ways to end my life so I didn’t have to tolerate this mind numbingly boring conversation between my father and his unwanted guests. The worst part of it all was that I couldn’t simply zone out of the conversation because I was required to be present enough to answer whatever questions were thrown my way. It was either I engaged in the conversation as little as I could or I risked incurring my father’s wrath once they left the dinner table. And trust me, a boring conversation that made me want to take my life was much better than being on the receiving end of my supposedly calm father’s wrath. “You’re a business major, right? I’ve heard wonderful things about the business program in Enigma college, it’s by far the best in the country,” Luna Mendel was speaking to me and I was tryi
XANDER I nearly threw my monitor across the room as the pictures flooded in. My Private Investigator, Shane, was doing his job a little too well, uncovering things that left me wishing for death with how furious and jealous they made me. The last few days, he has only been able to send me pictures of April going about her normal activities, from being an insufferable nerd in the library, her silly volunteering gigs, and her stuck up student board meetings. After getting boring pictures for a couple of days, I assumed that her and Nick’s closeness was in the dumps after that little stunt of mine, but judging from the pictures now displayed on my system, they were back and closer than ever. The first one was of them in his car that was parked in a deserted street corner, kissing like they were each other’s better half. There’s something about it that seemed different and unsettling, and I hated it. The pictures that followed were of them holding hands and walking into his house lik
APRIL When I woke up the next morning, I was surprised to find myself in bed because I recalled us falling asleep on the living room couch. It was sweet of him to have carried me into the room so gently that he didn’t disturb my sleep. “Nick?” I called out softly as I yawned, only to look around and see that he wasn’t in bed but there was a surprise waiting for me where he should’ve been. In his place, there was a tray of delicious smelling breakfast on a tray. It was stacked with chocolate pancakes, sausages, scrambled eggs, strawberries, and a jug of coffee. I sat up in bed, my eyes watering up again at the sweet gesture. No one had ever been this intentional and kind to me, I wasn’t sure how to react to being treated with so much care and adoration. If he was any sweeter to me, I’d probably become diabetic at this point. “Hey, sweetheart, you're up,” Nick walked into the room with two mugs, smiling at me like I was the most pleasing sight in existence. “Thank you so much for
APRIL Everything still felt like a dream. From Nick’s confession, to how he’d reassured me, and then the way he’d swept me off my feet with that heart melting kiss we shared. All of it felt too good to be real, so much that I’d kept pinching myself secretly while we headed to his apartment, and since none of the punches made me jump from sleep, I had to accept that it was all real.When we finally arrived at his house, he suggested cooking me a meal and I insisted on helping. After refusing my help a few times, I kept badgering him until he finally gave in and accepted it. He had a recipe book that was his mom’s and he said that he’d memorized all the recipes since he was a teenager but he liked having it nearby while he cooked because it just made him feel closer to her. I found that heartwarming and adorable and it somehow made the process of cooking more enjoyable. We laughed heartily, fed each other tasting samples, talked about our food fails over the years and even danced to
APRIL I was completely floored by his confession. While I’d boldly pointed out that he didn’t like me, I wasn’t expecting him to counter it by confessing that he did. I’d just thought he would apologize for how he reacted when Xander threw the question at him and nothing more. From the way he’s been treating me of late, I guessed that he liked me better than his other friends, but I hadn’t expected him to confess to it this way. I felt so flustered by his words that I decided to wave it off as a joke instead of responding in an emotional way. “Of course you like every bit of me, I’m adorable,” I wiggled my brows and chuckled lightly, hoping to steer him off the topic that way. “That’s right. But I hope you know I’m serious as a heartbeat about my feelings for you. It’s way too stressful to remain in denial about them, especially when they seem to multiply by the day and you’re on my mind every second of the day,” he went into a more in-depth confession that completely swept me of