Chapter Twelve
TASK #1 FOR THURSDAY : All the officers except for Helios have morning classes. Get them up.
MJ nodded determinedly to herself as she closed her daily planner and stuck it back in her jeans’ back pocket. She couldn’t help smiling to herself, though. She did her best to fight it, but really she was too happy. Last night’s encounters (with an S, dear Lord, with an S! ) were embarrassingly fresh in her mind. Just thinking about it made her cheeks pink, her mouth dry, and her body tingle all over. The memories were literally electrifying her body, and it was all she could do not to shiver, tap dance, and twirl around all at the same time.
She walked past Andreus’ door to check on Yuri. Andreus frequently travelled, more so than what should have been right for a college student. Just last night he had gone away again. MJ had a feeling he would have totally flunked out if Derek Christopoulos, the son of the university’s founder and chairman, wasn’t an honorary member of the club as well.
Upon peeking inside, MJ saw Yuri’s bed was already made up and the room empty. Yuri was the only one who did that, a curious thing for a billionaire’s heir.
She knocked on Kellion’s door next, and when no one replied, she opened the door and poked her head in. “Kellion?”
No answer.
She walked inside and saw the club’s vice president lying on his back. Like the other officers, Kellion liked sleeping in the buff. Looking at his muscular half-naked body, MJ wondered why the sight of it didn’t do anything for her. But if this was Helios?
Her toes curled, and sighing dreamily, she headed to the windows and drew the blinds up. She said over her shoulder, “Good morning, Kellion!”
He didn’t stir.
MJ headed back to the bed, hands planted on her hips. “Good morning, Kellion.”
Nothing.
Since she was in a very good mood, she generously decided to give him another chance. “Gooooood morning, Kellion.”
Nope, still no reaction.
She took a deep breath.
“AAAH AAAH AAAH...”
Kellion jerked awake as the most terrible sound invaded his dreams. It sounded like a cross between a weeping walrus and a hiccupping hippopotamus, and the strange creature was singing, of all things, the lyric-less solo of The Little Mermaid.
He slammed his pillow over his head, trying to mute the God-awful noise.
MJ pulled the pillow away, singing more loudly. If she were honest, she was actually doing her best not to sing out of tune. Guessing by Kellion’s tortured expression, she had not succeeded. “Aaaaah aaah aaahh....aaah aaah aaah....”
Kellion threw his pillow to the floor. Cracking one eye open, he said with a scowl, “You know what? I think you sing better when you’re having sex.”
MJ gasped.
He smiled evilly. “I think you forgot how thin our walls are. Lemme see...I think you liked calling the President’s name out...” In a falsetto voice, he said, “ Oh, Helios. Please, Helios .”
MJ covered her ears. “I don’t want to hear anything.”
He said more loudly, “ Oh, yes, there...oh my God, I can’t...so good...”
Running to the door, she said without looking back, “Breakfast in fifteen minutes!” MJ slammed the door shut, breathing hard. She could feel her face burning. Why, oh, why had she forgotten that the others might be able to hear her?
Slowly, she climbed down the stairs and headed to the kitchen.
All the girls there were glaring at her.
MJ blinked.
“Oh, hi, MJ. You’re up,” MJ heard Hallie remark in a cheerful voice. The other girl bustled past her and caught sight of the glaring expressions on the other girls’ faces.
Hallie made a face. “Don’t be petty, girls. You win some, you lose some.” She looked at MJ and, seeing the confusion on her friend’s face, she said with twinkling eyes, “They hate you because you’re the President’s girl now.”
Booooooo. The girls looked like they wanted to throw knives at her as they expressed their dissatisfaction.
MJ cringed. “Y-you know, too?”
Hallie laughed. “MJ, everyone in the club knows. The President left orders with Rayver...”
Hearing Rayver’s name mentioned made MJ groan silently. That one was the world’s most talkative biker. Anything that guy knew, the whole world knew.
“...and he told Rayver to have your stuff moved to his room by today.” Hallie beamed. “Isn’t that sweet?”
Boooooooooo. But this time, it was accompanied with lots of pots and pans banging, feet stomping, and trays slamming against the kitchen table. When MJ saw one of the girls sharpening a knife without a chopping board, she knew it was time to leave.
In the dining room, MJ was stunned to see Helios seated in his usual place at the head of the table. Yuri and Kellion flanked him at each side.
His sleep-rumpled hair was tied back, and he had on a white undershirt and a pair of black board shorts. It was as if her heart stopped one full second as she looked at him, filled as she was with such awed pleasure. Even dressed plainly, Helios Andreadis had the kind of presence that made anyone sit up and notice.
Suddenly, Helios stopped talking to Kellion and turned to her, his gaze right away finding hers. His eyes were unreadable, his face expressionless. And then he crooked his finger towards her, a silent command that was clear as day. Come here.
Everyone turned in her direction.
MJ paled. Oh, drat. Had she done something wrong?
Helios impatiently waited for MJ, who seemed to be dragging her feet to get to him. This only made him even more irritable. He had hated waking up and not finding MJ in his bed, and his already erect cock had hated it even more.
MJ was already dressed for classes, in her usual combination of checkered polo, tank top, jeans, and sneakers. She was freshly showered, too, her hair still wet, making Helios wonder with a frown what time she had woken up. Did she really think things wouldn’t change now that she was his ?
When she reached him, he said calmly, “Take a seat.”
Take a seat...where? MJ looked around for a vacant chair, but Helios tugged on her wrist, making her look back at him.
He patted his lap.
Her eyes widened.
Behind her, MJ heard Kellion choke, and she realized that the dining hall had gone silent.
Helios was still gazing at her. “Sit.”
Slowly, she...sat.
Her back was stiff, and only the edge of her bottom was perched on his lap. Helios tugged on her hair, and when she turned around, his hand curled around her nape to urge MJ to bend her head close as his mouth caught hers in a long, drugging kiss. MJ gasped, her eyes closing as the hairs of her skin stood up at the unexpected onslaught on her senses. His kiss made it impossible to think. She could only respond, her arms wounding around his neck.
“Give me your tongue,” he breathed against her lips.
Whimpering at the blunt request, she did as asked even knowing that everyone would have heard him.
Only when they heard dishes crashing to the floor, followed by a loud sob as one of the volunteers ran out of the room, did Helios slowly lift his head.
“Poor girl,” Kellion murmured. “She really thought Mr. Sunshine here would have remained public property.”
MJ barely heard him, her head still clouded by a haze of passion. She saw Helios smiling at her, and it was a breathtaking sight.
There was another crash of dishes, another girl running away.
Kellion shook his head in mock dismay. “So many hearts crushed.”
Helios ignored the others, his attention completely focused on MJ. Satisfaction, to the point of exultance, filled him at the knowledge that he finally had MJ on his lap, and she was his to command, his to possess...his to do whatever he wanted. And right now, all he truly desired to do was lock her in his room and satiate his lust for her beautiful body.
Helios pulled her against him suddenly, causing MJ to fall back, her breasts squashed against his chest. Immediately, she felt something stir under her. MJ turned red, realizing what it was.
Helios didn’t seem to care. He bit the outer lobe of her ear, making her shiver, and MJ shivered even more as he whispered to her, “From now on, you do not leave my bed until I tell you to.” He cupped her chin and nudged her to look at him. His golden eyes blazed at her. “Got it?”
“G-got it,” she whispered even as her head whirled at the enormous change the club’s president seemed to have undergone. It was almost...almost as if he had been holding himself back all this time, but now that he had her, he wanted everyone to know she belonged to him.
She wanted to ask him why. Why had he suddenly changed? Did it mean that he loved her? But the words were stuck in her throat as she remembered Hallie’s story. It didn’t matter why he had changed. Claiming her so publicly was a risk in itself, and she should be content that he had decided she was worth the risk.
Unbidden, her eyes sought Yuri’s.
Yuri only smiled at her, but he was unable to hide the unease in his gaze.
Unease that Helios also saw...and misunderstood. A part of him whispered insidiously in his mind that history was about to repeat itself. Even if Yuri had always been a good friend to him, could their friendship keep Yuri from betraying Helios once he also had a taste of MJ’s body?
He didn’t know the fucking answer to that, and the fact that the question had occurred to him in the first place made self-contempt rise inside Helios.
MJ was not Odessa.
He had to remember that.