FIFTEEN
Milan
PRESENT
I’m fucked.
There’s no other way to describe it.
Even with Olivia Miller – a fucking hot beauty – sitting on my lap, my thoughts drift to an ordinary brunette.
Ever since I’ve had confirmation that she’s as addicted to me as I am to her, the deep desire to claim her has grown inside me.
If the damn doorbell hadn’t interrupted us, I wouldn’t have to fantasize about what she would feel like. If only I’d removed the piece of fabric between my hand and her body faster.
Olivia puts her hands on my cheeks. “You have dark circles under your eyes. Have you slept badly?”
A cheeky smile appears on her lips as she looks at me innocently with big green eyes. I want it to be another pair of green eyes looking at me like that. A different face. A fucking different person.
While Aliya’s eyes cast a dark spell over me, full of lust, pain and memories, Olivia’s eyes only make me want to fuck her quickly and then get rid of her.
She gently strokes my skin with her hands, but I grab her wrists and move them away from my face.
She’s just here to satisfy me and take my mind off things.
“You talk too much. Get on your knees or leave.”
Her eyes widen and she bites her lower lip shyly before she actually rises from my lap and sinks to her knees in front of me.
I lean my head to the side and watch as she puts her hands on my belt to get me out of my pants.
Red cheeks, trembling hands and lustful eyes, but I still can’t get it up.
What if she had gone down on her knees in front of me instead? If her hands had tried to free me instead. If she had looked at me with those damn eyes.
Olivia’s blonde hair turns brown in my fantasy.
The image of Aliya kneeling in front of me makes my cock hard.
I push my thumb into Olivia’s – no, Aliya’s mouth, open it wide and let her suck on it. She gasps and sucks on my finger like a starving, good slut.
Fuck.
“Am I interrupting?”
My gaze wanders to Damian, who’s leaning against the door with a grin. Olivia rises quickly, reminding me that she’s not who I imagined all along.
Groaning, I drop my head into my neck as she grabs her things and hurriedly storms out of the club room.
Damian laughs and sits down on the couch while I fasten my belt again.
In some way, it’s a good thing he interrupted it, since Olivia wouldn’t have been able to satisfy me anyway. The only reason I’ve gotten hard is the sight of Aliya in my head.
“Good timing.” I reach for my pack of cigarettes, take one out, and clamp it between my lips.
“Sometimes I think I have a sixth sense that’s intent on interrupting Shin and you having sex. I could swear I felt it when you were about to do something naughty in our club room.”
I roll my eyes. “Like you’ve never done anything naughty in this room before.”
“You’re right. I just had sex with Helena Fane two hours ago. Right where you’re sitting, she rode my cock. I even came. Twice.”
I freeze in my movement before standing up and changing my seat.
This elicits a raspy chuckle from Damian. “So Olivia Miller, huh? Does she taste as sweet as she looks? Or did I interrupt you before it got that far?”
Damian’s question leaves me unconcerned. Instead, I wonder what Aliya tastes like when I disappear between her legs.
I’m about to answer him when the door to the club room opens. Raelyn slams the door behind her. “We need to talk.”
She sits down next to Damian and crosses her legs, careful not to crease her school uniform.
“About what?”
Then she digs a cigarette out of her pocket before placing it between her lips and lighting it. “The picture.”
“What picture?”
“You didn’t tell him?” She turns to Damian, who is staring at her bare legs.
“What did you say, blondie? I was distracted.”
“The picture. You didn’t show it to him?”
“Oh, that’s right, there was something.”
I lean forward and stub out my cigarette in the ashtray. “What picture? What are you talking about?”
“Where is that useless idiot? Why didn’t he tell him anything?”
I guess she’s referring to Shin.
My patience is slowly breaking. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
I’ve spent the hours until lunch in Belle Isle and I’ve only been here for half an hour. Apparently, I’ve missed something in my absence.
Damian joins me as he scrolls on his phone. A few seconds later, he almost shoves the screen with a photo open in my face.
I snatch it out of his hand as I realize what kind of picture it is.
Aliya and me.
“That’s you, isn’t it?” asks Raelyn.
I analyze the picture, in which my face is blurred, while Aliya’s expression is clear.
Just like her exposed upper body.
I tense up and grind my jaw. “Yes, that’s me.”
“You had sex with Servant? In the workroom? Without me?”
“We didn’t have sex,” I reply.
But the photo looks like we did it.
Since the SVH still follows the old-fashioned trend of school uniforms, girls don’t have to take off all their clothes for a quickie. All they have to do is lift their skirts a little. Since I’ve pushed her back and my hand is resting under her skirt, it looks like I’ve taken her there – against the edge of the table.
It's a nice thought, but the fact that the whole school has seen her like this pisses me off.
No , it makes me furious.
I have no idea who took the picture, but that fucker is done.
“What’s going on between you and Sierra?”
I hand Damian his phone back and look at Raelyn. “Nothing.”
“She scratched his car and …” Damian pauses, deciding not to tell Raelyn about the bonfire we had in the Tyrrells’ drug van. Although she was there that night, she lured Sami Tyrrell out of the area at the time of the fire and didn’t notice.
Damian clears his throat and continues. “Milan wants revenge now. In his own way.”
Aliya Sierra has to pay for other things than a cheap scratch.
“I see.” Raelyn seems unconcerned as she stubs out her cigarette. “Still, maybe you should do something about the photo. Even if you’re blurred, it’s obvious that it’s you. I’m sure your father won’t be pleased when he sees it.”
Fuck Evan.
The picture has to be removed.
If I find the culprit, I’ll fucking kill him.
Who even dares to stalk me, take a picture of me and then publish it?
I have to find her.
Is she at school? Does she know about it already?
Fuck, of course she knows. She’s probably had thousands of comments thrown at her.
I try to maintain a calm demeanor so that Damian doesn’t get suspicious, but it’s a hell of a lot harder than it sounds.
“Where the fuck is ShinShin anyway?” Damian changes the subject as he dials Shin’s number and holds the phone to his ear.
“Probably where idiots always hang out.”
“I haven’t seen him since the beginning of the lunch break. I wonder if he’s doing it with a girl right now. My sixth sense doesn’t work anymore.”
Raelyn raises an eyebrow. “You don’t think that coward has the guts to do it at school, do you?”
“Hey, just because you’re hot doesn’t give you the right to badmouth my ShinShin. No one else has the right to call him a coward but me.”
She rolls her eyes.
Raelyn is probably the only other female besides Aliya who doesn’t get along with Shin.
Despite his quiet nature, Shin Masuda is a magnet for women. They’re drawn to his pleasant personality or whatever.
But apparently it doesn’t seem to work on Aliya and Raelyn.
“I’ll go find him.” Damian stands up.
“I’m coming with you.”
Actually, I just want to check on Aliya.
As I stand up, the door opens and Shin enters the room.
But he’s not alone.
Damian and I stiffen at the same time and stare at the second person who has entered the room with Shin.
I slump back in my seat as my eyes remain glued to her.
“What a plot twist.” Damian throws himself back onto the dingy sofa, laughing.
And he’s not wrong.
A few seconds ago, I was thinking about Shin and Aliya not getting along and now they’re walking into the club room TOGETHER.
And that makes me anything but pleased.
I take my eyes off her and look at Shin instead, who is watching Aliya.
I don’t like his soft gaze. Something has happened between the two of them. No one can say that it’s normal for them to suddenly seem so … so familiar, even though yesterday he was looking at her like he wanted to kill her.
“Where have you been?” My words sound harsher than I intended.
I have to control my anger.
I don’t even know what’s making me so incredibly mad.
“In Mr. Lankford’s office. We had something to talk about.”
Bullshit . Shin is a fucking bad liar.
Aliya’s confused look on Shin’s face doesn’t escape me. He was with her, but what the hell were they doing?
“Yeah, sure.” Raelyn’s sarcastic undertone is impossible to miss.
Shin looks at her with furrowed eyebrows. “No one spoke to you.”
Raelyn glares at him as they both fight a duel of glances.
My focus, though, is solely on Aliya, who doesn’t dare look me in the eye. Is it because she’s ashamed of yesterday, or have she and Shin actually done something to keep her from looking at me?
The strangest fantasies run through my mind and make me more and more frantic.
“Why are you here, Servant? Did you miss me?” Damian winks at her.
She looks at him but continues to avoid my gaze. “Keep dreaming.”
“That wasn’t nice.” Damian theatrically places a hand on his left breast. “Did you and Shinichiro-”
“Shut up.” Shin interrupts his question before he can ask it.
Although I would also be interested in the answer.
“I met him … in the hallway and asked if he could bring me here. I wanted to talk to Shane.” Aliya’s gaze wanders to me for a second, but disappears just as quickly.
She’s driving me crazy.
“That’s-”
“Everyone out of here,” I interrupt Raelyn, still not taking my eyes off Aliya. “You’re staying.”
She wants to talk, we can talk.
Raelyn is the first to get up and run out the door. “Shidiot.”
Shin takes in a sharp breath and goes after her, cursing.
There is a lecherous smirk on Damian’s lips as he heads off as well. “Don’t forget, my sixth sense is activated.”
With his hands in his pockets, he saunters toward the door and leaves the room with a loud slam.
We are alone.
“You wanted to talk,” I start.
She doesn’t move and finally looks at me, while I’m still sitting on the couch with my legs apart.
“The picture. Can you get it deleted?”
I let my eyes glide over her body.
While other girls at the SVH tend to wear their uniforms a few sizes smaller, hers is a little wider. Her shirt doesn’t cling to her upper body like a second skin. But still, I know that underneath all this clothing, she has something that I will claim for myself one day.
Did she take her clothes off in front of Shin?
I clench my hands into fists.
“Why should I bother? I won’t be recognized on it anyway.”
Being an asshole to her diminishes some of my anger. Of course, I’ll find the fucker and get the picture removed, but she doesn’t need to know about that.
She narrows her eyes as she presses her lips into a straight line.
She’s pissed off . That’s good.
Maybe now she understands how I feel after she did God knows what with my best friend and then shamelessly claims the right to lie about it.
“I forgot you are a heartless bastard. I’m sorry I asked.”
She turns to the door to leave the room.
“Wait.”
Heartless bastard?
She stops and turns to me questioningly. I don’t know why I stopped her. Maybe because I don’t want her to go to Shin and ask him for help.
I tense my jaw before walking toward her.
“Where were you with Shin? And what did you do?”
“What are you talking about?”
“You know damn well what I’m talking about.”
“I asked him if he could take me to you, because I wanted to talk to you about the picture.”
“Don’t fucking lie to me!”
She flinches as I raise my voice, looking at me cluelessly, but I know for a fact that those innocent eyes are capable of fooling anyone.
And maybe it’s the past that makes me so angry. The fact that I know what she did years before.
Even though her eyes shine, I know that Aliya Sierra was born to manipulate and mesmerize others, just like she did back then.
“Did you spread your legs for him? Did you let him touch you? What the hell did you two do? Answer me!”
Her mouth opens a little as she blinks in disbelief. I can’t help but notice the slight trembling of her lower lip.
She seems to get a grip on herself quickly because she clenches her hands into fists. “What the hell is your problem with me? Have you lost your mind?”
Her cheeky reply increases my anger, which I try to contain. But it makes me even more furious because she’s right. It’s none of my business what she did with Shin.
Fuck, I just wanted to screw that girl and then throw her away like a piece of paper. I just wanted to take advantage of her like she took advantage of others.
But why the hell am I freaking out now at the thought of my best friend and her having something going on behind my back?
Is it because I’m not the first one? I was sure I’d lose interest in her once I had her. But the thought of Shin having her before me scratches at my pride.
“Careful Aliya, watch the way you talk to me.”
She stares at me, confused. Maybe because it’s the first time I’ve addressed her by her name.
But she quickly breaks out of her daze. “And what if I don’t? What will you do then? Keep bribing me? Threaten to kill me again? You’re an arrogant asshole who takes pleasure in bullying others.”
She looks at me snobbishly while her eyes literally spit flames.
I remember the times when she was still afraid of me. But the girl in front of me is no longer intimidated by me. On the contrary, she defies me, insults me, knowing full well that I’m capable of destroying her life.
But her rebuttals do something else to me.
She makes me fucking hard.
“But you know what, I’m not afraid of you anymore, Shane.”
Her words drive me to rage, but at the same time, they make me want to put her in her place.
How can I want to strangle her and kiss her at the same time?
I’m definitely fucked.
Not only does she burden my thoughts every day like a disaster, but she also makes me doubt myself.
My sweet little curse.
“You think you can get away with anything and intimidate everyone around you? The only reason everyone is scared of you is because of your fucking last name!”
The corner of my mouth twitches as I listen to her disrespect.
She calls me a heartless bastard who hides behind his last name? She has no idea what I’m like when I start acting like a real bastard.
“I don’t care about you. I’m not interested in you. You are-”
I can’t listen to her fucking lies for another second. I know she’s just as attracted to me as I am to her.
Fuck the lies she tells me.
Fuck Shin.
Fuck everything.
I crush my lips to hers and silence her once and for all.
You finally want to play?
We can play, sweetheart.