Chapter 16. THIRD TIME ISN’T A CHARM
(Sienna)
“You’ve been very quiet today, Miss Moore.” Reed’s voice shook me out of my trance.
Ander had not been in the lab for the past couple of days, and all I’d done in the past twenty minutes was stare at the empty stool next to me. In the beginning, I thought he was avoiding me, but then Reed said he had some family business to attend to back home. I felt guilty about missing him despite our recent fight. I still couldn’t believe my father asked Jerry to stop Ander from contacting me. He didn’t have the right to keep me away from him.
I thought about telling Ander that I had confronted him, that now I knew he’d written to me, but that wasn’t the kind of conversation to have over the phone. He should be back today, so I planned to speak with him tomorrow.
I looked at Reed, who was standing next to me, and said, “You can call me Sienna, and yes, I’ve been a bit distracted. Sorry.” To my surprise, I was truly enjoying working in the lab with him, and until now, he’d proven to be an excellent mentor. He’d taken the time to patiently explain everything to me and answer my questions. Reed was by far one of the best professors I’d had, probably the best one, including those from boarding school. He cared for his students, treating us respectfully and like adults.
“Are you happy you joined my team?” he asked.
“Yes, very happy. I’m learning a lot. I want to thank you for your patience, especially considering how difficult it must have been trying to get Ander and me to work as a team. We haven’t been easy on you, have we?” I laughed.
“Yes, I’ve noticed. You knew him before you arrived at Stanford, right?”
“Yes. Our parents used to work together, so I’ve known Ander since we were kids. Our relationship is complicated.”
“I can see that.” He gave me a comforting smile. “If Ander keeps bothering you, please come to my office. I can speak with him if his attitude affects your work.”
“Thank you,” I replied. “I might take you up on that offer, but I don’t think it’ll be necessary for now. I can handle him.”
“I’m sure you can,” he remarked with a knowing smirk. Sometimes I forgot he was a professor because he looked so young, and talking to him was so easy. I wondered if there was a Mrs. Reed in the picture.
I gave him a forced smile before he left to help Summer, who was calling him from the other side of the room.
My phone pinged.
Sarah
Hi, darling! How’s college? Miss you xxx
Me
Hello, gorgeous. I’m good. How’s Cambridge?
Sarah
It’s going great. I’ve met two gorgeous guys; one is Scottish, and the other one is Norwegian. He fucks like a Viking *wink emoji*
Me
PMSL. You’ll never change.
Sarah
How’s everything? Now tell me the truth.
Me
It’s a fucking mess. Noah, Zayn, Ander…and the stalker. The police are doing nothing.
Sarah
Girl, your life should be a fucking soap opera. I’d watch that shit.
Me
I have to go, but let’s FaceTime again this week, okay?
Sarah
Cool. Speak soon, love. Take care of yourself. xxx
Me
Love you too. Xxx
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The day was almost over when I reached Aster Hall and saw Noah leaning against the wall of the building, one leg propped up and his hands in the pockets of his jeans. He looked edible. I bit my bottom lip, and he gave me the sexiest smile I’d ever seen. What was it with these gorgeous boys that kept tormenting me?
“Hello, princess. Did you have a good day?” He leaned over and kissed me, both of his hands cupping my face. “Mmm. I’ve missed you,” he said against my lips. My entire body shivered, and a wave of pleasure traveled between my thighs.
“Wanna come inside?”
“Always,” he joked. I loved our little flirtatious moments when everything seemed to have a double meaning with him. I held his hand until we were inside the apartment, but as soon as I closed the door, he pinned me against the wall and kissed the hell out of me. He’d clearly missed me. His hands traveled up and down my body, his tongue swirling with mine. My pussy throbbed every time he tugged on my lower lip.
“I wanna play a game with you,” he taunted.
“What kind of game?” I asked playfully.
“One you’ll like, I promise.”
He put his right hand in one of his pockets and took out a red silk scarf. After moving us toward the dining room, he instructed me to sit just by the edge of the table. He grabbed the silk scarf and placed it over my eyes, blinding me. The room immediately went dark. He lifted my skirt and removed my underwear. My heart was beating faster, and my breathing was quickening. I was unsure of what he was doing when I suddenly heard a chair dragged against the floor before me.
“Spread your legs for me, Sienna. I didn’t have lunch today, and I’m starving.”
I did as I was told.
“Good girl,” he praised.
A second later, his mouth was between my legs, licking my entrance. A moan escaped my lips. He was very good at it. Very good. He ate me out like I was his favorite meal. At first, he licked me with long and slow movements, circling and flicking his tongue on my clit or sucking lightly. But when I started grinding against his face, his pace changed. More demanding. He gripped my hips with both hands, pushing me closer to him. I fisted both hands in his hair, forcing him against my pussy, my orgasm building.
“Noah…please. Oh my God.” My pussy clenched as I rode my climax, screaming his name.
“Bend over the table. I’m not done with you yet.” He removed the blindfold and used it to tie my hands behind my back.
“Look at you. You are so beautiful,” he said, running his hands over my back until he reached my ass and spanked me.
I let out a small cry of pleasure.
“Do you like being tied up and at my mercy?”
“I love this side of you, Noah. Love when you go all feral on me.”
He unbuttoned his jeans and dropped them and his boxers down to his ankles. With my upper body completely laid over the table, Noah spread my legs a little wider while rolling a condom down his length. It was hard and ready. He held me in place with one hand on my lower back while he lined up the tip of his cock.
“I’m going to fuck your pussy until you scream my name over and over again. I want the entire building to hear that you’re mine .” With one deep thrust, he shoved his dick inside me. “Fuck, Sienna, you feel so good.” His hold on my hips tightened, ensuring I’d wake up with bruises in the morning. He started pounding hard and fast, his cock pushing in and out rhythmically. Noah wasn’t a sweet lover. He was wild, and his groans filled the entire apartment. Reaching down between my legs, he pressed his two middle fingers on my clit, circling my bundle of nerves with firm and fast movements while he continued fucking me against the table.
“That’s it. Look at me, Sienna,” he demanded. “Look at me when I’m fucking you.”
I turned my face to meet his eyes. “Oh my God, Noah.” Every inch of my body felt alive as I pushed back my hips to meet each of his thrusts. “Noah…”
“Yes. Scream my name, princess. Let everyone know who owns you.”
The second orgasm was sharp, like something exploded deep down in my core. I closed my eyes from the intensity that came from both his cock hitting that sweet spot and from his fingers working the apex between my thighs. It didn’t take long for him to climax, too. Driving himself deep and hard, he suddenly growled, slowing the pace until his body collapsed on top of me.
“I don’t want your ego to get any bigger, but that was probably the best orgasm of my life. I know I keep saying that, but fucking hell…” I stated. “Let me know next time you want to play more games because I’m all in.”
Noah laughed while he pulled out and threw the condom in the trash can. He gently removed the scarf from my wrists, put it back in his pocket, and yanked my underwear from the floor.
“I don’t know about you, but all these games make me hungry. Wanna order some pizza? We can play more games later,” he proposed with a wink.
“Pepperoni, please, classic crust. I’m going to take a shower, but make yourself at home.” I walked to my bedroom, took a pair of leggings and a baggy T-shirt from the first drawer, and placed them on the toilet seat.
The warm water was incredibly soothing. Apparently, great sex, a warm and relaxing shower, and the prospect of eating pizza were all I needed to turn around a very stressful day at college. It took me about half an hour to wash my hair, exfoliate my skin, and apply my favorite shea butter body milk. The fact that Noah was probably bored waiting in the living room didn’t bother me because sometimes a girl just needed a bit of pampering to feel like herself again.
The doorbell rang. I grabbed a towel, wrapped it around my body, and slightly opened the door. Sticking my head out, I yelled, “Can you open the door? I have some cash in my purse if you haven’t paid online.”
I put my clothes on and dried my hair with the towel until it was damp. When I opened the bathroom door, Noah sat on my bed holding a black dahlia and a note.
“How many of these have you received?” he asked.
I froze on the spot, unsure of how to approach the conversation. I’d considered telling Noah about the one I received on Halloween, but I’d come to accept that it might have been part of the hazing. Apparently, I was wrong.
“Two,” I replied. “This is the third one.”
“When did you receive the second one, and why didn’t you tell me?”
“On Halloween, but I thought it was part of the hazing after what happened that night. That’s why I didn’t tell you. I didn’t want you to worry about me.”
“Of course, I’ll worry about you. I care about you, Sienna, and that includes your safety.”
“What does the note say?” I asked, intrigued.
He handed me the note, which he had clearly read.
You think you’re better than everyone else, but you are not special. You bleed like everybody.
I felt sick.
“I’m calling the police. Someone is clearly obsessed with you, and I don’t like leaving you alone in your apartment. Whoever wrote these notes knows where you live.”
“I already did, Noah. I told them everything, but they kept telling me that it was possibly part of the hazing,” I blurted, my voice filled with despair.
“This weekend is Thanksgiving. What are your plans? Are you going back to New York?”
“I was planning on catching up on some homework. It’s my first Thanksgiving without my parents, so I’d rather stay here at Stanford and order a turkey sandwich.” I usually spent Thanksgiving at boarding school, but I would video-call with my parents every year. Well, my mom. Half of the time, my father only showed his face for about ten seconds and then disappeared.
“Since my parents will be attending a private event, Ander has kindly invited me to his house in Rye. Let me talk to him. I won’t leave you alone here with this creep skulking around. I’ll see if you can come with us. If not, I’m staying right here with you.”
I snorted.
“Yes, sure. As if spending the weekend at the Scotts’ didn’t sound like a nightmare. I think I’ll pass; I would rather face a creep than the Scott family. I doubt Ander’s dad would be thrilled to have me there anyway.”
“Leave it to me.”
Noah was on the phone for about five minutes while I dried my hair. I wasn’t particularly thrilled about spending the whole weekend with Ander and his family, but the thought of being alone in my apartment did concern me a little. Maybe I could just go to my house in Port Chester or buy a ticket to Hawaii. That sounded like a better plan, anyway.
“Ander says he’s cool with you coming. He’ll let Claudia know.”
“Who’s Claudia?” I asked.
“Zayn’s mom.”
That was right. I remember the night we met. He was escaping his mom’s engagement party. It was weird to think about Zayn and Ander becoming stepbrothers.
“When’s the wedding? Zayn told me his mom was getting married when I met him,” I explained.
“Yeah. I still remember you already knew him before we met…They’ll be getting married in March.” I didn’t miss the sharp comment. Was Noah jealous? “Do you talk to Zayn a lot?”
Yes. He was jealous.
“We talked on Halloween, but that’s all.”
“What did you talk about?” Noah clenched his jaw.
“Well…nothing happened if that’s what you’re asking.” The lie tasted like rotten meat in my mouth. “He just wanted to know where we stood with each other.”
“And where is that?”
“Umm, Mr. Nakamura, are you jealous?” I said in a mocking tone as I approached him. I stood between his legs, stroking his beautiful and soft hair with one hand.
“Jealous of Zayn? Never. We’ve shared girls before, but I’m not sure I want to have that kind of arrangement with you. I like you too much to share.”
Sharing girls? Did he imply dating them sequentially, or did he mean being with a girl at the same time? A chill ran through my body as I imagined that second scenario. Zayn and Noah together with a girl. The funny thing was that, in my head, that girl had my face, and that image turned me on more than I was willing to admit.