| Scrape | 22 |
|---|---|
| Id | 230 |
| Active | 1 |
| Created Epoch | 1,709,337,602 |
| Modified Epoch | 1,723,408,025 |
| Scrape Epoch | 1,709,337,662 |
| Created | 3/1/24, 6:00 PM |
| Modified | 8/11/24, 3:27 PM |
| Status | completed |
| Notes | |
| Dataset External No | oQrCcfs5R0SxBMN8a |
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You never play with girls more than once. You should be thanking me because I’m just making it easy for you.” “Is that what you really think of me?” Enzo asked. He didn’t try to hide his voice at all. For some reason, I felt more confident confronting him now. “Everyone knows you’re a player who only has fun with girls once before moving on to the next,” I said, stepping around him. He didn’t block me this time, but turned and frowned. “Well, you’re different,” he replied. Was this some sort of prank? The hockey captain, the star of the school, and a player thought I was “different” enough to keep talking to me after we spent a night together? I wondered if Lisa or Justin put him up to this to rub it in that I would never find love. Enzo stepped closer to me and brushed a bit of hair out of my eyes, finally lowering his voice to a whisper. “I want to have a second time with you.” Chapter 1 Nina It was the night of my coming-of-age party. I was most of all excited for one thing: tonight, Justin would finally announce that he was my boyfriend. Justin and I had been seeing each other for a couple of months now, but we had kept things under wraps so far. Frankly, I would have preferred to make our relationship public right away -- he was one of the most handsome and popular guys on campus, and was on the hockey team -- but he insisted that we wait until the right time. “I want to save announcing our relationship for a special night, baby,” he had told me. I had been asking when he would make our relationship public for a while, but maybe he was right; it was best to wait until a special time. That meant that he really loved me, right? As I stood in front of the mirror and admired myself, I felt confident that Justin would make our relationship public tonight. I prepared a surprise for him under my outfit now because I was certain that we would finally spend our first night together. Aside from the surprise above, which was a hot red lace set that I picked out at the mall a couple of days before the party, I was wearing a short, tight skirt that showed off my curves, a pink crop top, and heels. I wore red lipstick and black eyeliner, too. I felt a bit awkward wearing an outfit like this, as I usually dressed in jeans and hoodies; but my roommates, Jessica and Lori, insisted that I dress up for the party. The only thing that I kept the same about myself tonight was my hair, which had bangs and two long braids. I always wore my hair like this and never liked it any other way. Some people said it was childish, but I thought it was cute and practical. “You look so hot, Nina!” Jessica said as I came out of the room. “The guys are gonna be all over you!” I didn’t say anything about Justin. Even my own roommates didn’t know about our relationship. Lori looked at her phone and took another swig of her drink. “Everyone should be here any minute,” she said in her low, sultry voice. Lori was the quintessential “goth girl” on campus, which was a stark contrast from Jessica’s bubbly nature and my studious attitude. Somehow, though, we were all best friends. Just then, the door burst open with the first guests arriving. The group of guys and girls flooded in, whooping and hollering, excited for the party. With a grin, Jessica cranked up the music and started greeting people while I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. Lori walked over to the couch and sat down, scrolling on her phone; she really only ever came to parties for food and drink. Soon enough, the suite was full of people. The LED lights flashed red, green, and blue while the music played loudly, and the guests started getting excited and playing games. The main attraction seemed to be the bar table, where the boys competed like their lives depended on it, but people also hung out around the seating area, played games, and talk on the balcony. A while into the party, Justin finally arrived. I got excited, but instead of coming over to me and greeting me, he simply made a beeline for the bar table and joined the game. During a lull in the game, I sent Justin a text: “Well? Are we gonna announce it?” I watched from the corner as he pulled out his phone, read the text, then pocketed his phone again. He looked at me and subtly shrugged, then returned to his game as though he didn’t even know me. “Are you okay?” Jessica said, coming over to me with an extra drink in her hand for me. I shrugged. “I’m just not much of a partier, that’s all,” I said. “You just need a little courage, that’s all!” she said, clinking her bottle with mine and taking a big swig. I looked down at my drink and frowned. Jessica was right, but the drink wasn’t going to cut it -- not with how Justin was treating me tonight. “How about something more exciting?” I said. Jessica’s eyes lit up and she turned around to face the group, cupping her hands around her mouth to shout. “Hey everyone!” she shouted. “The birthday girl wants shots!” By my seventh shot, however, I started to feel woozy and felt like I was going to throw up. I stumbled down the hall to the bathroom and made it to the toilet just in time. When I was done throwing up, I stood up and made my way over to the sink, where I splashed some cold water on my face and took some deep breaths to sober myself up. I looked at my smudged makeup and my messy hair in the mirror, trying not to cry as I thought about Justin. Why was he treating me like this? Just a few days ago, we were making out behind the hockey arena and now he was acting like he didn’t even know me. Was he just nervous about announcing our relationship, or was it something else? Taking another deep breath and wiping the tears off of my face, I straightened up and decided to go talk to Justin. When I left the bathroom, however, he wasn’t anywhere to be found. “Hey, have you seen Justin?” I asked a guest. She just shrugged her shoulders and pointed toward my bedroom. Maybe he just went inside to be alone for a minute, which would give us some time to talk. I made my way over to my room, weaving drunkenly through the crowd. When I opened the door, however, I wished that I had just stayed away. Justin wasn’t alone. He was with another girl -- it was Lisa, the cheerleading captain. They were tangled together, Justin’s pants pulled down and Lisa’s clothes on the floor. “What is happening!” I screamed. The party went silent, aside from the music, which someone quickly shut off. Justin and Lisa sat up in my bed; Justin looked even more drunk and high than before, but immediately jumped up when he saw me and yanked his pants up. “Nina, it’s not what it looks like,” he said, stumbling toward me while Lisa simply stood up with a smirk, smoothing down her skirt. She strutted out of the room and bumped me with her shoulder on the way out as I continued to stare at Justin in shock and disbelief. Justin stammered as he tried to explain himself. “I’m so sorry, I-” “Justin…” I interrupted, my voice shaking. “We. Are. Done.” Without another word, I turned away and stormed out of the suite with Jessica and Lori calling after me. I walked out of the dorms into the cool spring air, turning this way and that for a bit before deciding to make my way toward town. I walked for a while, fuming the entire time and muttering to myself until I finally made it to a local bar. I nodded gratefully as the bartender poured me a glass, and I sipped it miserably while he disappeared into the kitchen. I pulled my phone out of my pocket to see that I had several missed calls and “Where are you?!?” texts from Jessica and Lori, but I ignored them and tossed my phone down on the bar, taking a big swig and cursing to myself. “Yeah, I hate my phone, too,” a male voice said from beside me. I looked over to see a guy pulling up a barstool a couple of seats down. He was wearing a red flannel shirt and a sharp jawline. He was muscular, too. “I hate everything right now,” I said, swirling my drink around in my glass with my straw. “How come?” The boy looked at me, and just then, I came to a shocking realization: this was Enzo, Justin’s hockey captain, the star of the school, every girl’s dream boy. And he was sitting next to me, in this quiet dive bar, talking to me. Chapter 2 Enzo must have noticed the expression on my face when I finally recognized him, because he smirked and held out a napkin for me. “Your makeup is smudged.” I blushed and grabbed the napkin from his hand, using it to wipe away my makeup while Enzo continued to stare at me. “Rough night?” he said once I finished cleaning up my makeup. “I guess you could say that,” I replied. “You know,” he said, his deep brown eyes studying my face, “you look better without makeup.” His words made me blush even more. What were the odds that the hockey captain would be hitting on me on the night of my birthday, right after my boyfriend had cheated on me? “Do you treat all the girls like this?” I said suddenly, surprised and embarrassed at my own question. It must have been the drink. Enzo simply smirked again and finished the last of his drink. He reached forward and brushed a bit of hair out of my face. “If you’re so intrigued by how I treat girls, why don’t you come and see it for yourself? I live in Dorm B, fourth floor. Room 409.” His voice was low and sultry, and as we leaned closer together, I felt my breathing become slower and more aroused. I frowned then and pulled away. I needed comfort tonight, but not that sort of comfort. “No way,” I said, crossing my arms. “I know your reputation. You’re a player.” “So what if I am?” Enzo murmured. “It’s your decision, but my room is open to you all night. You can just walk right in. No need to knock.” With that, Enzo sat back up and tossed some money down on the bar. “I’ll pay for the lady’s drink,” he said to the bartender, then threw his jacket over his shoulder and sauntered out of the bar. I kept sipping my drink while I thought about the unexpected proposition. Enzo was well-known as an adonis, a handsome player. Ever since Enzo and Lisa -- the cheerleader who stole my boyfriend -- broke up last semester, Enzo became known around the campus for being a bit of a player. He never had another girlfriend after Lisa, and seemed uninterested with women when it came to knowing them for more than one night. I had never been interested in those deeds. In high school, I was nerdy and never had a chance with any of the boys. The one time I thought I had a chance when the football quarterback asked me to prom, it turned out to be a prank. The whole school laughed at me as I showed up in my blue dress, excited to dance with the quarterback, only for him to trip me and make me fall on the dance floor. “Why would I want you?” he had said, pointing and laughing. “Fatty Nina will never have a boyfriend!” After that, I swore that I would just focus on my studies. I eventually grew out of that phase once I started college, and lots of boys tried to get me to hook up with them, but I just wasn’t interested. If I was going to let a boy interrupt my studies, he would have to be perfect. I had thought that Justin would be the one. He seemed so sweet and kind, but I guess that wasn’t the case. After this, I felt like never falling in love again. “Sorry to say this, young lady, but the bar’s closing soon,” the bartender said, breaking me out of my deep thought. I nodded and finished off the last of my drink, then stood and left the bar. The thought of going home right now almost made me sick. Maybe I didn’t have to go home tonight. I showed up at Enzo’s place a little while later. Before I walked in, I hesitated for a little while as I considered just keeping my dignity and going home. But I was all dressed up tonight with expensive lingerie, and besides… with Justin and Lisa’s double betrayal, what would be a better way to get back at them both? Taking a deep breath, I turned the knob and walked into Enzo’s dorm. He was sitting on the couch when I arrived, as though he had been waiting for me. “Changed your mind, eh?” he said, standing and crossing the room toward me. He was much taller than me, and muscular to boot. This close, I could smell his cologne. It sent a shiver down my spine. “So,” he said, “what changed your mind? I thought my reputation scared you.” “I just… Could use a little comfort,” I said. Without saying anything, he leaned down and cupped my chin with his hand. He kissed me deeply. He was soft and sweet, much unlike the rough and rugged hockey player who I had thought he was. After we kissed, he wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up to carry me to the bedroom. We never left each other the whole way there, and when we arrived his dimly lit bedroom he slammed the door behind us and laid me down on the bed. I was trembling, but there was something surprisingly gentle about Enzo’s touch. I had expected a careless brute who only cared about getting himself off, but as he leaned over me and gave me a shockingly sweet, gentle smile, I realized that my assumptions were wrong. Enzo kissed me deeply again, his body pressing against mine. I felt myself relax beneath his touch as my heart began to patter, a wave of emotion washing over me that I hadn’t ever felt before. But there was something that he didn’t know; something that made me nervous and worried that he wouldn’t want to be with me that night after I told him. “I should tell you that I’ve never done this before,” I whispered. Enzo was silent for a few moments. I was worried he wouldn’t want to continue after learning this about me, but then he merely smirked. “I figured,” he replied, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose. “I’ll be gentle with you.” When Enzo touched me after that, he kept true to his promise to be gentle with me. As his hands ran along my body, I noticed that he kept looking up at me with his soft brown eyes as though he was checking on me, and he gave me time to relax before trying to take it further. I was nervous, but something about the way he looked at me gave me a little confidence, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I had been wrong about the hockey player. A few minutes later, he looked me deeply in the eyes as if to ask if I was ready. I was trembling all over, partially from nerves and partially from the tingling in my body. “Lingerie, huh?” he whispered, sounding somewhat amused when he saw my innerwear. I blushed. “Since you went to all that trouble, why don’t you give me a show?” Still blushing, I took a deep breath and did as he asked. My hands shook at first, but soon I began to gain a little more confidence from the way that he looked at me with so much fire in his eyes, and I didn’t feel so nervous. Finally, I revealed myself to him as the last of my clothes hit the floor. Enzo’s eyes were wide as he gazed at me, but the slight smirk on his face never left. Then, with a soft smile, he held his hand out for me. I took it, feeling how small my hand was in his calloused palm, and couldn’t ignore the way my heart fluttered when he pulled me close. We laid beneath the sheets after that, our limbs tangled together and our hearts so close I could feel it beating through his ribcage. I was scared at first, but Enzo reassured me that it was okay. “I’ll be gentle. I promise,” he whispered gently, cradling me close to him. …… When it was over, Enzo and I laid in bed for a minute before he got up and put on his underwear. I sat up, feeling both heavenly and ashamed of myself. There was something different about Enzo now; his body language seemed more wild and dominant, and when he looked at me, his pupils were dilated. His eyes almost seemed like a different color. He smiled at me then and his teeth were sharp and glistening. My heart started to race as I felt like he was a wolf and I was his prey. Swallowing, I stood and put the rest of my clothes on. “See you around.” Before Enzo could reply, I rushed out of the bedroom and left the dorm. What was that look he gave me? Why did he look so… feral? Chapter 3 It was almost four o’clock in the morning by the time I finally returned to my dorm. Jessica and Lori were already asleep in their rooms judging from how dark and quiet everything was. The suite was a mess from the party and we would no doubt be spending the next day cleaning, but I was too hungover and tired to care at the moment. It appeared as though Lori and Jessica must have changed my sheets for me though, which I would have to thank them for in the morning. I wouldn’t have been able to sleep on the same sheets that Justin and Lisa had lied on. As I lay in bed trying to sleep, I was kept awake by my regrets. Had I just given myself to a near-stranger? A womanizer? All to get revenge against Justin and Lisa? I had never been so impulsive like this, especially when it came to love. Right now, I felt embarrassed and ashamed of this blunder. Enzo was incredibly attractive and the time we spent together was wonderful, but right now, I just wanted to forget about it. When I woke the next morning, my head pounded and my stomach hurt from all of the drinks from the night before. I rolled out of bed, ignoring my appearance as I stumbled into the kitchen in my oversized t-shirt and shorts. I just needed some coffee. “You know, you could’ve at least told us where you went last night,” Lori said from her usual spot at the kitchen island. She had a cup of coffee in front of her and was reading A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. “I’m sorry,” I replied, my face turning red as I remembered what happened after the party. “I just needed to get out.” “Why didn’t you tell us that you and Justin were a thing?” Jessica suddenly said, emerging from her room with a towel around her hair while she wore a fluffy pink robe and bunny slippers. She folded her arms and glared at me, pouting. I hung my head low as I poured myself a cup of coffee. I tried to hide it as the tears started to well up, but it was no use. Jessica rushed over to me and wrapped her arms around me while Lori watched with a sorry expression on her face. “I’m sorry,” I said between sobs. “H-He told me he just wanted to wait until the right time to make our relationship public. I t-thought he was just being a gentleman.” “Trash,” Lori replied. “Most of them, anyway. Don’t beat yourself up over it. You can do way better than Justin Thurlow.” Jessica nodded and rubbed my back, agreeing with Lori. “Yeah,” she said. “Screw boys. You’re smart and hot and you’re gonna be a doctor! Who needs boys? C’mon, let’s go get some breakfast.” Jessica and Lori were right. Boys were just a waste of time, and I had more important things to think about. I changed into my usual jeans and hoodie, brushed and braided my hair, and went with my roommates to the dining hall. “Oh my god!” Jessica exclaimed as we approached the dining hall. She squealed and pointed at none other than Enzo coming out the door. Jessica’s excitement garnered the attention of other nearby girls, who also squealed and waved as Enzo approached. I grabbed my hair and used it to shield my face. I just wanted to shrink down into myself. Why did I have to run into Enzo right now, the morning after what we had done? To make matters worse, he approached us and stood in front of us. Even Lori seemed a bit excited at his presence. Did he even remember our night together, or was he confused by how strangely I was acting? “Hi, Enzo!” Jessica said, twirling a bit of her hair around her finger. “Are you excited about the homecoming game today?” I kept my gaze fixed on the ground, letting my bangs fall into my face, but I could feel Enzo’s stern gaze on me. “Yeah,” he replied. “Although, it’s not as exciting when we always know we’re gonna crush the other team. I hope they put up a good fight.” Jessica giggled like a giddy schoolgirl. I took a chance and glanced up, hoping to see Enzo walking away, but was met instead by his strong gaze fixed on me. He looked far less animalistic now; maybe his appearance last night was just a trick of the light or a result of the drink. Enzo had his arms folded as he looked at me. He looked almost disapproving. Was he upset that I walked out on him last night? It hardly seemed likely, given his reputation, but my heart still ached a bit. “You ready for practice, Enzo?” another guy said, striding up to us. He looked Jessica up and down hungrily, then glanced at me before looking at Enzo. Enzo nodded and stuck his hands in his pockets, his eyes still on me. “Yeah. Let’s go.” Later that afternoon, after we had cleaned up the dorm, I was in my room studying for an upcoming biology exam when Jessica came into my room. She was wearing a pleated pink mini-skirt, a fuzzy white sweater, and white sneakers with leg warmers. She had a full face of makeup on and her hair was curled perfectly. “Oh my god, you’re not ready yet?” she said, storming over to me and snapping my book shut unceremoniously. “Hey!” I said, throwing my pen down on my desk. “I was studying.” “Studying can wait,” Jessica replied. “Come on, let’s go to the hockey game! I heard some rumors that Enzo is planning on using some new moves.” My heart leaped up into my throat. “I’m not going,” I said, opening my book up to the page I was on. Jessica clearly didn’t like my response, because she stamped her foot on the ground angrily. “Aw, come on!” she whined. “You’re not really gonna make me go alone, are you?” I didn’t have the heart to tell my friend the truth about where I was last night. If she knew that I slept with Enzo, she would be heartbroken. Jessica had been pining away for Enzo since our first semester. He had never given her too much attention, but still, she went to all of his games, cheered him on, and even watched all the live streams of his tournaments online. She always talked about how he was a genius, how his physical abilities were godlike, and how he easily won every game he competed in. “Come on,” Jessica whined again. “Please? For me?” She batted her eyelashes. I sighed and closed my book again, rubbing my tired eyes. “Alright,” I replied, although I really just wanted to hide in my room and never see the star hockey player again. “I’ll go. But you owe me.” Jessica grinned and pranced out of the room while I got ready. I wanted to blend in, so I just wore a hoodie with the university logo on it and jeans. Jessica seemed a bit disappointed in my outfit choice but didn’t say anything as we made our way to the hockey arena. The whole way there, Jessica prattled on about Enzo. “His figure is just so perfect,” she said. “All of those appear in my dreams!” I hated to admit it, but hearing Jessica talk about Enzo made the memories of last night come flooding back… It made my body tingle. I tried to shake the thoughts out of my mind the best I could as we got in line to walk inside the arena, but I just couldn’t. The feeling of Enzo’s strong eyes on me as we were together, our limbs intertwined, was burned into my memory. I only hoped that I could leave this game without being seen by Enzo or Justin. Chapter 4 We walked inside the arena, which was already packed full of excited students. Half of the arena was reserved for our university, while the other half was reserved for the other university. Our school colors were burgundy and gold -- the other university was blue and black. “Let’s find a good seat,” Jessica said. I followed her up the stairs, then we shimmied between rows of seats toward a couple of empty spots. Once we had our seats, I could hear the conversation between other girls around me; their talking points mostly centered around Enzo. “Do you think he’ll make us succeed again?” “Of course! Enzo always plays perfectly.” “I feel so lucky just to be attending the same university as him!” I cringed a bit at the conversation and scrolled on my phone while I waited for the game to start. Beside me, Jessica pulled out a pair of binoculars and started scouring the ice rink. I can see the cheerleaders performing an energetic opening dance on ice skates before the game, with Lisa in the lead. She looked dazzling in her skimpy uniform, with her perfectly tanned legs and her hair pulled up into a high ponytail with a bow. She waved her pom poms around to hype the crowd up. Looking at the girl who stole my boyfriend made me sick. I had never been much of a sports fan, but the way the crowd was getting excited made me excited, too. As the hockey players skated out onto the rink, some of them skated up to certain cheerleaders who were their girlfriends and kissed them publicly. I could see Justin and Lisa exchanging glances. Justin had never brought me to his games, even though we had been dating for a couple of months. When I did go to his games, he never paid any attention to me until after. I thought that he was just shy at the time, but now I knew that he just didn’t want Lisa to see us together. “Don’t pay any attention to Justin,” Jessica said, handing me the binoculars so I could see better. “He’s not worth your time.” I took the binoculars and peered through them. For some reason, I searched for Enzo. I didn’t know why I wanted to see him so badly, but I did. And he saw me. Somehow, despite the thousands of students in this massive arena, Enzo looked directly at me. It was as though he had a sixth sense, like he knew exactly where I was without even having to think. Even from here, I could see the hint of wildness in his eyes from the night before; like I was his prey. I quickly gave the binoculars back to Jessica as my face turned red. Enzo turned away and skated out to the middle of the rink, skating around in circles and pumping his hockey stick in the air while the crowd cheered. All around me, girls screamed and swooned while guys whooped and hollered. The game started. I lost sight of the puck quickly, but was able to follow the game by watching Enzo, who skated as fast as lightning and moved nimbly around the rink as though he was born with ice skates on his feet. He would perform quick moves with his hockey stick to fake out the opponents, hitting the puck between their legs to one of his teammates before zooming away. He moved so quickly that he was almost like a flash. For some reason, it seemed almost supernatural to me… but no one else seemed to notice, so I figured that it was just in my head. Soon, the opponents became frustrated and aggressive. One player in particular -- I think he was the captain of the other team -- started following Enzo closely and trying to trip him up. “C’mon, Enzo!” Jessica shouted. “I hope he doesn’t get hurt,” another girl said from beside me, sitting up in her seat to see over someone in front of us. Enzo scored a goal, and suddenly, the other team’s captain threw his stick and his helmet down on the ice and tackled Enzo. The crowd gasped as they tussled on the ice. The other player threw punches at Enzo while Enzo only blocked and dodged, clearly not wanting to hurt the other player. It was now that I finally realized how much pressure was on Enzo as the star hockey player. I held my breath as I watched the fight, images of us that night flashing in my mind. For some reason, I cared enough about Enzo to not want him to get hurt. I didn’t care to look at Justin for even a second. The referee blew his whistle and broke up the fight. The crowd cheered as Enzo stood and put his helmet back on, covering his curly hair. The other player was put on the bench for his behavior and the game continued with a penalty for the other team. During halftime, the cheerleaders returned to the rink and began their halftime show. “You hungry?” I said to Jessica. She looked at me and shrugged, too involved in her conversation with another girl about how charming Enzo looked dodging the unsportsmanlike competitor during the fight. As long as I had known her, Jessica always had an easy time making friends. I didn’t mind it, because I was more introverted and appreciated the fact that she usually took control of all of the socializing at things like this. I stood and shimmied out of our row, then went down the bleachers toward the food stands. My stomach was growling and the smell of soft pretzels was making me even more hungry. “One soft pretzel, please,” I said to the vendor. “And water, too.” I handed my money to the vendor and waited for my pretzel. Just then, I felt someone watching me and turned around to see none other than Enzo. He was standing with his teammates by the side of the rink as they rested and drank water, but he was staring right at me. His eyes almost glowed. My heart started to race as I found myself unable to break away from his strong gaze. Something about him made me want to walk over to him as if I was in a trance… “Miss? Hello?” The vendor broke me out of my trance. He was holding out my pretzel and my water. “Oh… Sorry,” I said. “Thank you.” I took my pretzel. When I turned back, Enzo was no longer looking at me and was instead entrenched in a conversation with a teammate as though he hadn’t just been staring into my soul. I considered going back to Jessica, but after the encounter with Enzo finding me in the massive crowd and staring at me just now, I only wanted to leave. I decided to make up an excuse later and just go home; Jessica had made some friends already and probably wouldn’t even notice my absence. She could fill me in on the results of the game later. I left the arena, tossing my uneaten pretzel in the trash on the way out as my stomach suddenly felt too sick to eat. The cool autumn air was a bit of a relief as I walked back to the dorms, although I still felt stifled like I was being watched… or hunted. How was Enzo able to spot me in the crowd like that? And why did he always look so animalistic and hungry when he looked at me? I had never heard any of his many other flings complain of such a thing, so maybe it was all in my head. It had to be. Why else would Enzo seem like such a predator? | Listen to books | 145 | https://facebook.com/100093148902033 | 0 | LEARN_MORE | 1692169200 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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You never play with girls more than once. You should be thanking me because I’m just making it easy for you.” “Is that what you really think of me?” Enzo asked. He didn’t try to hide his voice at all. For some reason, I felt more confident confronting him now. “Everyone knows you’re a player who only has fun with girls once before moving on to the next,” I said, stepping around him. He didn’t block me this time, but turned and frowned. “Well, you’re different,” he replied. Was this some sort of prank? The hockey captain, the star of the school, and a player thought I was “different” enough to keep talking to me after we spent a night together? I wondered if Lisa or Justin put him up to this to rub it in that I would never find love. Enzo stepped closer to me and brushed a bit of hair out of my eyes, finally lowering his voice to a whisper. “I want to have a second time with you.” Chapter 1 Nina It was the night of my coming-of-age party. I was most of all excited for one thing: tonight, Justin would finally announce that he was my boyfriend. Justin and I had been seeing each other for a couple of months now, but we had kept things under wraps so far. Frankly, I would have preferred to make our relationship public right away -- he was one of the most handsome and popular guys on campus, and was on the hockey team -- but he insisted that we wait until the right time. “I want to save announcing our relationship for a special night, baby,” he had told me. I had been asking when he would make our relationship public for a while, but maybe he was right; it was best to wait until a special time. That meant that he really loved me, right? As I stood in front of the mirror and admired myself, I felt confident that Justin would make our relationship public tonight. I prepared a surprise for him under my outfit now because I was certain that we would finally spend our first night together. Aside from the surprise above, which was a hot red lace set that I picked out at the mall a couple of days before the party, I was wearing a short, tight skirt that showed off my curves, a pink crop top, and heels. I wore red lipstick and black eyeliner, too. I felt a bit awkward wearing an outfit like this, as I usually dressed in jeans and hoodies; but my roommates, Jessica and Lori, insisted that I dress up for the party. The only thing that I kept the same about myself tonight was my hair, which had bangs and two long braids. I always wore my hair like this and never liked it any other way. Some people said it was childish, but I thought it was cute and practical. “You look so hot, Nina!” Jessica said as I came out of the room. “The guys are gonna be all over you!” I didn’t say anything about Justin. Even my own roommates didn’t know about our relationship. Lori looked at her phone and took another swig of her drink. “Everyone should be here any minute,” she said in her low, sultry voice. Lori was the quintessential “goth girl” on campus, which was a stark contrast from Jessica’s bubbly nature and my studious attitude. Somehow, though, we were all best friends. Just then, the door burst open with the first guests arriving. The group of guys and girls flooded in, whooping and hollering, excited for the party. With a grin, Jessica cranked up the music and started greeting people while I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. Lori walked over to the couch and sat down, scrolling on her phone; she really only ever came to parties for food and drink. Soon enough, the suite was full of people. The LED lights flashed red, green, and blue while the music played loudly, and the guests started getting excited and playing games. The main attraction seemed to be the bar table, where the boys competed like their lives depended on it, but people also hung out around the seating area, played games, and talk on the balcony. A while into the party, Justin finally arrived. I got excited, but instead of coming over to me and greeting me, he simply made a beeline for the bar table and joined the game. During a lull in the game, I sent Justin a text: “Well? Are we gonna announce it?” I watched from the corner as he pulled out his phone, read the text, then pocketed his phone again. He looked at me and subtly shrugged, then returned to his game as though he didn’t even know me. “Are you okay?” Jessica said, coming over to me with an extra drink in her hand for me. I shrugged. “I’m just not much of a partier, that’s all,” I said. “You just need a little courage, that’s all!” she said, clinking her bottle with mine and taking a big swig. I looked down at my drink and frowned. Jessica was right, but the drink wasn’t going to cut it -- not with how Justin was treating me tonight. “How about something more exciting?” I said. Jessica’s eyes lit up and she turned around to face the group, cupping her hands around her mouth to shout. “Hey everyone!” she shouted. “The birthday girl wants shots!” By my seventh shot, however, I started to feel woozy and felt like I was going to throw up. I stumbled down the hall to the bathroom and made it to the toilet just in time. When I was done throwing up, I stood up and made my way over to the sink, where I splashed some cold water on my face and took some deep breaths to sober myself up. I looked at my smudged makeup and my messy hair in the mirror, trying not to cry as I thought about Justin. Why was he treating me like this? Just a few days ago, we were making out behind the hockey arena and now he was acting like he didn’t even know me. Was he just nervous about announcing our relationship, or was it something else? Taking another deep breath and wiping the tears off of my face, I straightened up and decided to go talk to Justin. When I left the bathroom, however, he wasn’t anywhere to be found. “Hey, have you seen Justin?” I asked a guest. She just shrugged her shoulders and pointed toward my bedroom. Maybe he just went inside to be alone for a minute, which would give us some time to talk. I made my way over to my room, weaving drunkenly through the crowd. When I opened the door, however, I wished that I had just stayed away. Justin wasn’t alone. He was with another girl -- it was Lisa, the cheerleading captain. They were tangled together, Justin’s pants pulled down and Lisa’s clothes on the floor. “What is happening!” I screamed. The party went silent, aside from the music, which someone quickly shut off. Justin and Lisa sat up in my bed; Justin looked even more drunk and high than before, but immediately jumped up when he saw me and yanked his pants up. “Nina, it’s not what it looks like,” he said, stumbling toward me while Lisa simply stood up with a smirk, smoothing down her skirt. She strutted out of the room and bumped me with her shoulder on the way out as I continued to stare at Justin in shock and disbelief. Justin stammered as he tried to explain himself. “I’m so sorry, I-” “Justin…” I interrupted, my voice shaking. “We. Are. Done.” Without another word, I turned away and stormed out of the suite with Jessica and Lori calling after me. I walked out of the dorms into the cool spring air, turning this way and that for a bit before deciding to make my way toward town. I walked for a while, fuming the entire time and muttering to myself until I finally made it to a local bar. I nodded gratefully as the bartender poured me a glass, and I sipped it miserably while he disappeared into the kitchen. I pulled my phone out of my pocket to see that I had several missed calls and “Where are you?!?” texts from Jessica and Lori, but I ignored them and tossed my phone down on the bar, taking a big swig and cursing to myself. “Yeah, I hate my phone, too,” a male voice said from beside me. I looked over to see a guy pulling up a barstool a couple of seats down. He was wearing a red flannel shirt and a sharp jawline. He was muscular, too. “I hate everything right now,” I said, swirling my drink around in my glass with my straw. “How come?” The boy looked at me, and just then, I came to a shocking realization: this was Enzo, Justin’s hockey captain, the star of the school, every girl’s dream boy. And he was sitting next to me, in this quiet dive bar, talking to me. Chapter 2 Enzo must have noticed the expression on my face when I finally recognized him, because he smirked and held out a napkin for me. “Your makeup is smudged.” I blushed and grabbed the napkin from his hand, using it to wipe away my makeup while Enzo continued to stare at me. “Rough night?” he said once I finished cleaning up my makeup. “I guess you could say that,” I replied. “You know,” he said, his deep brown eyes studying my face, “you look better without makeup.” His words made me blush even more. What were the odds that the hockey captain would be hitting on me on the night of my birthday, right after my boyfriend had cheated on me? “Do you treat all the girls like this?” I said suddenly, surprised and embarrassed at my own question. It must have been the drink. Enzo simply smirked again and finished the last of his drink. He reached forward and brushed a bit of hair out of my face. “If you’re so intrigued by how I treat girls, why don’t you come and see it for yourself? I live in Dorm B, fourth floor. Room 409.” His voice was low and sultry, and as we leaned closer together, I felt my breathing become slower and more aroused. I frowned then and pulled away. I needed comfort tonight, but not that sort of comfort. “No way,” I said, crossing my arms. “I know your reputation. You’re a player.” “So what if I am?” Enzo murmured. “It’s your decision, but my room is open to you all night. You can just walk right in. No need to knock.” With that, Enzo sat back up and tossed some money down on the bar. “I’ll pay for the lady’s drink,” he said to the bartender, then threw his jacket over his shoulder and sauntered out of the bar. I kept sipping my drink while I thought about the unexpected proposition. Enzo was well-known as an adonis, a handsome player. Ever since Enzo and Lisa -- the cheerleader who stole my boyfriend -- broke up last semester, Enzo became known around the campus for being a bit of a player. He never had another girlfriend after Lisa, and seemed uninterested with women when it came to knowing them for more than one night. I had never been interested in those deeds. In high school, I was nerdy and never had a chance with any of the boys. The one time I thought I had a chance when the football quarterback asked me to prom, it turned out to be a prank. The whole school laughed at me as I showed up in my blue dress, excited to dance with the quarterback, only for him to trip me and make me fall on the dance floor. “Why would I want you?” he had said, pointing and laughing. “Fatty Nina will never have a boyfriend!” After that, I swore that I would just focus on my studies. I eventually grew out of that phase once I started college, and lots of boys tried to get me to hook up with them, but I just wasn’t interested. If I was going to let a boy interrupt my studies, he would have to be perfect. I had thought that Justin would be the one. He seemed so sweet and kind, but I guess that wasn’t the case. After this, I felt like never falling in love again. “Sorry to say this, young lady, but the bar’s closing soon,” the bartender said, breaking me out of my deep thought. I nodded and finished off the last of my drink, then stood and left the bar. The thought of going home right now almost made me sick. Maybe I didn’t have to go home tonight. I showed up at Enzo’s place a little while later. Before I walked in, I hesitated for a little while as I considered just keeping my dignity and going home. But I was all dressed up tonight with expensive lingerie, and besides… with Justin and Lisa’s double betrayal, what would be a better way to get back at them both? Taking a deep breath, I turned the knob and walked into Enzo’s dorm. He was sitting on the couch when I arrived, as though he had been waiting for me. “Changed your mind, eh?” he said, standing and crossing the room toward me. He was much taller than me, and muscular to boot. This close, I could smell his cologne. It sent a shiver down my spine. “So,” he said, “what changed your mind? I thought my reputation scared you.” “I just… Could use a little comfort,” I said. Without saying anything, he leaned down and cupped my chin with his hand. He kissed me deeply. He was soft and sweet, much unlike the rough and rugged hockey player who I had thought he was. After we kissed, he wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up to carry me to the bedroom. We never left each other the whole way there, and when we arrived his dimly lit bedroom he slammed the door behind us and laid me down on the bed. I was trembling, but there was something surprisingly gentle about Enzo’s touch. I had expected a careless brute who only cared about getting himself off, but as he leaned over me and gave me a shockingly sweet, gentle smile, I realized that my assumptions were wrong. Enzo kissed me deeply again, his body pressing against mine. I felt myself relax beneath his touch as my heart began to patter, a wave of emotion washing over me that I hadn’t ever felt before. But there was something that he didn’t know; something that made me nervous and worried that he wouldn’t want to be with me that night after I told him. “I should tell you that I’ve never done this before,” I whispered. Enzo was silent for a few moments. I was worried he wouldn’t want to continue after learning this about me, but then he merely smirked. “I figured,” he replied, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose. “I’ll be gentle with you.” When Enzo touched me after that, he kept true to his promise to be gentle with me. As his hands ran along my body, I noticed that he kept looking up at me with his soft brown eyes as though he was checking on me, and he gave me time to relax before trying to take it further. I was nervous, but something about the way he looked at me gave me a little confidence, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I had been wrong about the hockey player. A few minutes later, he looked me deeply in the eyes as if to ask if I was ready. I was trembling all over, partially from nerves and partially from the tingling in my body. “Lingerie, huh?” he whispered, sounding somewhat amused when he saw my innerwear. I blushed. “Since you went to all that trouble, why don’t you give me a show?” Still blushing, I took a deep breath and did as he asked. My hands shook at first, but soon I began to gain a little more confidence from the way that he looked at me with so much fire in his eyes, and I didn’t feel so nervous. Finally, I revealed myself to him as the last of my clothes hit the floor. Enzo’s eyes were wide as he gazed at me, but the slight smirk on his face never left. Then, with a soft smile, he held his hand out for me. I took it, feeling how small my hand was in his calloused palm, and couldn’t ignore the way my heart fluttered when he pulled me close. We laid beneath the sheets after that, our limbs tangled together and our hearts so close I could feel it beating through his ribcage. I was scared at first, but Enzo reassured me that it was okay. “I’ll be gentle. I promise,” he whispered gently, cradling me close to him. …… When it was over, Enzo and I laid in bed for a minute before he got up and put on his underwear. I sat up, feeling both heavenly and ashamed of myself. There was something different about Enzo now; his body language seemed more wild and dominant, and when he looked at me, his pupils were dilated. His eyes almost seemed like a different color. He smiled at me then and his teeth were sharp and glistening. My heart started to race as I felt like he was a wolf and I was his prey. Swallowing, I stood and put the rest of my clothes on. “See you around.” Before Enzo could reply, I rushed out of the bedroom and left the dorm. What was that look he gave me? Why did he look so… feral? Chapter 3 It was almost four o’clock in the morning by the time I finally returned to my dorm. Jessica and Lori were already asleep in their rooms judging from how dark and quiet everything was. The suite was a mess from the party and we would no doubt be spending the next day cleaning, but I was too hungover and tired to care at the moment. It appeared as though Lori and Jessica must have changed my sheets for me though, which I would have to thank them for in the morning. I wouldn’t have been able to sleep on the same sheets that Justin and Lisa had lied on. As I lay in bed trying to sleep, I was kept awake by my regrets. Had I just given myself to a near-stranger? A womanizer? All to get revenge against Justin and Lisa? I had never been so impulsive like this, especially when it came to love. Right now, I felt embarrassed and ashamed of this blunder. Enzo was incredibly attractive and the time we spent together was wonderful, but right now, I just wanted to forget about it. When I woke the next morning, my head pounded and my stomach hurt from all of the drinks from the night before. I rolled out of bed, ignoring my appearance as I stumbled into the kitchen in my oversized t-shirt and shorts. I just needed some coffee. “You know, you could’ve at least told us where you went last night,” Lori said from her usual spot at the kitchen island. She had a cup of coffee in front of her and was reading A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. “I’m sorry,” I replied, my face turning red as I remembered what happened after the party. “I just needed to get out.” “Why didn’t you tell us that you and Justin were a thing?” Jessica suddenly said, emerging from her room with a towel around her hair while she wore a fluffy pink robe and bunny slippers. She folded her arms and glared at me, pouting. I hung my head low as I poured myself a cup of coffee. I tried to hide it as the tears started to well up, but it was no use. Jessica rushed over to me and wrapped her arms around me while Lori watched with a sorry expression on her face. “I’m sorry,” I said between sobs. “H-He told me he just wanted to wait until the right time to make our relationship public. I t-thought he was just being a gentleman.” “Trash,” Lori replied. “Most of them, anyway. Don’t beat yourself up over it. You can do way better than Justin Thurlow.” Jessica nodded and rubbed my back, agreeing with Lori. “Yeah,” she said. “Screw boys. You’re smart and hot and you’re gonna be a doctor! Who needs boys? C’mon, let’s go get some breakfast.” Jessica and Lori were right. Boys were just a waste of time, and I had more important things to think about. I changed into my usual jeans and hoodie, brushed and braided my hair, and went with my roommates to the dining hall. “Oh my god!” Jessica exclaimed as we approached the dining hall. She squealed and pointed at none other than Enzo coming out the door. Jessica’s excitement garnered the attention of other nearby girls, who also squealed and waved as Enzo approached. I grabbed my hair and used it to shield my face. I just wanted to shrink down into myself. Why did I have to run into Enzo right now, the morning after what we had done? To make matters worse, he approached us and stood in front of us. Even Lori seemed a bit excited at his presence. Did he even remember our night together, or was he confused by how strangely I was acting? “Hi, Enzo!” Jessica said, twirling a bit of her hair around her finger. “Are you excited about the homecoming game today?” I kept my gaze fixed on the ground, letting my bangs fall into my face, but I could feel Enzo’s stern gaze on me. “Yeah,” he replied. “Although, it’s not as exciting when we always know we’re gonna crush the other team. I hope they put up a good fight.” Jessica giggled like a giddy schoolgirl. I took a chance and glanced up, hoping to see Enzo walking away, but was met instead by his strong gaze fixed on me. He looked far less animalistic now; maybe his appearance last night was just a trick of the light or a result of the drink. Enzo had his arms folded as he looked at me. He looked almost disapproving. Was he upset that I walked out on him last night? It hardly seemed likely, given his reputation, but my heart still ached a bit. “You ready for practice, Enzo?” another guy said, striding up to us. He looked Jessica up and down hungrily, then glanced at me before looking at Enzo. Enzo nodded and stuck his hands in his pockets, his eyes still on me. “Yeah. Let’s go.” Later that afternoon, after we had cleaned up the dorm, I was in my room studying for an upcoming biology exam when Jessica came into my room. She was wearing a pleated pink mini-skirt, a fuzzy white sweater, and white sneakers with leg warmers. She had a full face of makeup on and her hair was curled perfectly. “Oh my god, you’re not ready yet?” she said, storming over to me and snapping my book shut unceremoniously. “Hey!” I said, throwing my pen down on my desk. “I was studying.” “Studying can wait,” Jessica replied. “Come on, let’s go to the hockey game! I heard some rumors that Enzo is planning on using some new moves.” My heart leaped up into my throat. “I’m not going,” I said, opening my book up to the page I was on. Jessica clearly didn’t like my response, because she stamped her foot on the ground angrily. “Aw, come on!” she whined. “You’re not really gonna make me go alone, are you?” I didn’t have the heart to tell my friend the truth about where I was last night. If she knew that I slept with Enzo, she would be heartbroken. Jessica had been pining away for Enzo since our first semester. He had never given her too much attention, but still, she went to all of his games, cheered him on, and even watched all the live streams of his tournaments online. She always talked about how he was a genius, how his physical abilities were godlike, and how he easily won every game he competed in. “Come on,” Jessica whined again. “Please? For me?” She batted her eyelashes. I sighed and closed my book again, rubbing my tired eyes. “Alright,” I replied, although I really just wanted to hide in my room and never see the star hockey player again. “I’ll go. But you owe me.” Jessica grinned and pranced out of the room while I got ready. I wanted to blend in, so I just wore a hoodie with the university logo on it and jeans. Jessica seemed a bit disappointed in my outfit choice but didn’t say anything as we made our way to the hockey arena. The whole way there, Jessica prattled on about Enzo. “His figure is just so perfect,” she said. “All of those appear in my dreams!” I hated to admit it, but hearing Jessica talk about Enzo made the memories of last night come flooding back… It made my body tingle. I tried to shake the thoughts out of my mind the best I could as we got in line to walk inside the arena, but I just couldn’t. The feeling of Enzo’s strong eyes on me as we were together, our limbs intertwined, was burned into my memory. I only hoped that I could leave this game without being seen by Enzo or Justin. Chapter 4 We walked inside the arena, which was already packed full of excited students. Half of the arena was reserved for our university, while the other half was reserved for the other university. Our school colors were burgundy and gold -- the other university was blue and black. “Let’s find a good seat,” Jessica said. I followed her up the stairs, then we shimmied between rows of seats toward a couple of empty spots. Once we had our seats, I could hear the conversation between other girls around me; their talking points mostly centered around Enzo. “Do you think he’ll make us succeed again?” “Of course! Enzo always plays perfectly.” “I feel so lucky just to be attending the same university as him!” I cringed a bit at the conversation and scrolled on my phone while I waited for the game to start. Beside me, Jessica pulled out a pair of binoculars and started scouring the ice rink. I can see the cheerleaders performing an energetic opening dance on ice skates before the game, with Lisa in the lead. She looked dazzling in her skimpy uniform, with her perfectly tanned legs and her hair pulled up into a high ponytail with a bow. She waved her pom poms around to hype the crowd up. Looking at the girl who stole my boyfriend made me sick. I had never been much of a sports fan, but the way the crowd was getting excited made me excited, too. As the hockey players skated out onto the rink, some of them skated up to certain cheerleaders who were their girlfriends and kissed them publicly. I could see Justin and Lisa exchanging glances. Justin had never brought me to his games, even though we had been dating for a couple of months. When I did go to his games, he never paid any attention to me until after. I thought that he was just shy at the time, but now I knew that he just didn’t want Lisa to see us together. “Don’t pay any attention to Justin,” Jessica said, handing me the binoculars so I could see better. “He’s not worth your time.” I took the binoculars and peered through them. For some reason, I searched for Enzo. I didn’t know why I wanted to see him so badly, but I did. And he saw me. Somehow, despite the thousands of students in this massive arena, Enzo looked directly at me. It was as though he had a sixth sense, like he knew exactly where I was without even having to think. Even from here, I could see the hint of wildness in his eyes from the night before; like I was his prey. I quickly gave the binoculars back to Jessica as my face turned red. Enzo turned away and skated out to the middle of the rink, skating around in circles and pumping his hockey stick in the air while the crowd cheered. All around me, girls screamed and swooned while guys whooped and hollered. The game started. I lost sight of the puck quickly, but was able to follow the game by watching Enzo, who skated as fast as lightning and moved nimbly around the rink as though he was born with ice skates on his feet. He would perform quick moves with his hockey stick to fake out the opponents, hitting the puck between their legs to one of his teammates before zooming away. He moved so quickly that he was almost like a flash. For some reason, it seemed almost supernatural to me… but no one else seemed to notice, so I figured that it was just in my head. Soon, the opponents became frustrated and aggressive. One player in particular -- I think he was the captain of the other team -- started following Enzo closely and trying to trip him up. “C’mon, Enzo!” Jessica shouted. “I hope he doesn’t get hurt,” another girl said from beside me, sitting up in her seat to see over someone in front of us. Enzo scored a goal, and suddenly, the other team’s captain threw his stick and his helmet down on the ice and tackled Enzo. The crowd gasped as they tussled on the ice. The other player threw punches at Enzo while Enzo only blocked and dodged, clearly not wanting to hurt the other player. It was now that I finally realized how much pressure was on Enzo as the star hockey player. I held my breath as I watched the fight, images of us that night flashing in my mind. For some reason, I cared enough about Enzo to not want him to get hurt. I didn’t care to look at Justin for even a second. The referee blew his whistle and broke up the fight. The crowd cheered as Enzo stood and put his helmet back on, covering his curly hair. The other player was put on the bench for his behavior and the game continued with a penalty for the other team. During halftime, the cheerleaders returned to the rink and began their halftime show. “You hungry?” I said to Jessica. She looked at me and shrugged, too involved in her conversation with another girl about how charming Enzo looked dodging the unsportsmanlike competitor during the fight. As long as I had known her, Jessica always had an easy time making friends. I didn’t mind it, because I was more introverted and appreciated the fact that she usually took control of all of the socializing at things like this. I stood and shimmied out of our row, then went down the bleachers toward the food stands. My stomach was growling and the smell of soft pretzels was making me even more hungry. “One soft pretzel, please,” I said to the vendor. “And water, too.” I handed my money to the vendor and waited for my pretzel. Just then, I felt someone watching me and turned around to see none other than Enzo. He was standing with his teammates by the side of the rink as they rested and drank water, but he was staring right at me. His eyes almost glowed. My heart started to race as I found myself unable to break away from his strong gaze. Something about him made me want to walk over to him as if I was in a trance… “Miss? Hello?” The vendor broke me out of my trance. He was holding out my pretzel and my water. “Oh… Sorry,” I said. “Thank you.” I took my pretzel. When I turned back, Enzo was no longer looking at me and was instead entrenched in a conversation with a teammate as though he hadn’t just been staring into my soul. I considered going back to Jessica, but after the encounter with Enzo finding me in the massive crowd and staring at me just now, I only wanted to leave. I decided to make up an excuse later and just go home; Jessica had made some friends already and probably wouldn’t even notice my absence. She could fill me in on the results of the game later. I left the arena, tossing my uneaten pretzel in the trash on the way out as my stomach suddenly felt too sick to eat. The cool autumn air was a bit of a relief as I walked back to the dorms, although I still felt stifled like I was being watched… or hunted. How was Enzo able to spot me in the crowd like that? And why did he always look so animalistic and hungry when he looked at me? I had never heard any of his many other flings complain of such a thing, so maybe it was all in my head. It had to be. Why else would Enzo seem like such a predator? | Listen to books | 145 | https://facebook.com/100093148902033 | 0 | LEARN_MORE | 1692169200 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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You never play with girls more than once. You should be thanking me because I’m just making it easy for you.” “Is that what you really think of me?” Enzo asked. He didn’t try to hide his voice at all. For some reason, I felt more confident confronting him now. “Everyone knows you’re a player who only has fun with girls once before moving on to the next,” I said, stepping around him. He didn’t block me this time, but turned and frowned. “Well, you’re different,” he replied. Was this some sort of prank? The hockey captain, the star of the school, and a player thought I was “different” enough to keep talking to me after we spent a night together? I wondered if Lisa or Justin put him up to this to rub it in that I would never find love. Enzo stepped closer to me and brushed a bit of hair out of my eyes, finally lowering his voice to a whisper. “I want to have a second time with you.” Chapter 1 Nina It was the night of my coming-of-age party. I was most of all excited for one thing: tonight, Justin would finally announce that he was my boyfriend. Justin and I had been seeing each other for a couple of months now, but we had kept things under wraps so far. Frankly, I would have preferred to make our relationship public right away -- he was one of the most handsome and popular guys on campus, and was on the hockey team -- but he insisted that we wait until the right time. “I want to save announcing our relationship for a special night, baby,” he had told me. I had been asking when he would make our relationship public for a while, but maybe he was right; it was best to wait until a special time. That meant that he really loved me, right? As I stood in front of the mirror and admired myself, I felt confident that Justin would make our relationship public tonight. I prepared a surprise for him under my outfit now because I was certain that we would finally spend our first night together. Aside from the surprise above, which was a hot red lace set that I picked out at the mall a couple of days before the party, I was wearing a short, tight skirt that showed off my curves, a pink crop top, and heels. I wore red lipstick and black eyeliner, too. I felt a bit awkward wearing an outfit like this, as I usually dressed in jeans and hoodies; but my roommates, Jessica and Lori, insisted that I dress up for the party. The only thing that I kept the same about myself tonight was my hair, which had bangs and two long braids. I always wore my hair like this and never liked it any other way. Some people said it was childish, but I thought it was cute and practical. “You look so hot, Nina!” Jessica said as I came out of the room. “The guys are gonna be all over you!” I didn’t say anything about Justin. Even my own roommates didn’t know about our relationship. Lori looked at her phone and took another swig of her drink. “Everyone should be here any minute,” she said in her low, sultry voice. Lori was the quintessential “goth girl” on campus, which was a stark contrast from Jessica’s bubbly nature and my studious attitude. Somehow, though, we were all best friends. Just then, the door burst open with the first guests arriving. The group of guys and girls flooded in, whooping and hollering, excited for the party. With a grin, Jessica cranked up the music and started greeting people while I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. Lori walked over to the couch and sat down, scrolling on her phone; she really only ever came to parties for food and drink. Soon enough, the suite was full of people. The LED lights flashed red, green, and blue while the music played loudly, and the guests started getting excited and playing games. The main attraction seemed to be the bar table, where the boys competed like their lives depended on it, but people also hung out around the seating area, played games, and talk on the balcony. A while into the party, Justin finally arrived. I got excited, but instead of coming over to me and greeting me, he simply made a beeline for the bar table and joined the game. During a lull in the game, I sent Justin a text: “Well? Are we gonna announce it?” I watched from the corner as he pulled out his phone, read the text, then pocketed his phone again. He looked at me and subtly shrugged, then returned to his game as though he didn’t even know me. “Are you okay?” Jessica said, coming over to me with an extra drink in her hand for me. I shrugged. “I’m just not much of a partier, that’s all,” I said. “You just need a little courage, that’s all!” she said, clinking her bottle with mine and taking a big swig. I looked down at my drink and frowned. Jessica was right, but the drink wasn’t going to cut it -- not with how Justin was treating me tonight. “How about something more exciting?” I said. Jessica’s eyes lit up and she turned around to face the group, cupping her hands around her mouth to shout. “Hey everyone!” she shouted. “The birthday girl wants shots!” By my seventh shot, however, I started to feel woozy and felt like I was going to throw up. I stumbled down the hall to the bathroom and made it to the toilet just in time. When I was done throwing up, I stood up and made my way over to the sink, where I splashed some cold water on my face and took some deep breaths to sober myself up. I looked at my smudged makeup and my messy hair in the mirror, trying not to cry as I thought about Justin. Why was he treating me like this? Just a few days ago, we were making out behind the hockey arena and now he was acting like he didn’t even know me. Was he just nervous about announcing our relationship, or was it something else? Taking another deep breath and wiping the tears off of my face, I straightened up and decided to go talk to Justin. When I left the bathroom, however, he wasn’t anywhere to be found. “Hey, have you seen Justin?” I asked a guest. She just shrugged her shoulders and pointed toward my bedroom. Maybe he just went inside to be alone for a minute, which would give us some time to talk. I made my way over to my room, weaving drunkenly through the crowd. When I opened the door, however, I wished that I had just stayed away. Justin wasn’t alone. He was with another girl -- it was Lisa, the cheerleading captain. They were tangled together, Justin’s pants pulled down and Lisa’s clothes on the floor. “What is happening!” I screamed. The party went silent, aside from the music, which someone quickly shut off. Justin and Lisa sat up in my bed; Justin looked even more drunk and high than before, but immediately jumped up when he saw me and yanked his pants up. “Nina, it’s not what it looks like,” he said, stumbling toward me while Lisa simply stood up with a smirk, smoothing down her skirt. She strutted out of the room and bumped me with her shoulder on the way out as I continued to stare at Justin in shock and disbelief. Justin stammered as he tried to explain himself. “I’m so sorry, I-” “Justin…” I interrupted, my voice shaking. “We. Are. Done.” Without another word, I turned away and stormed out of the suite with Jessica and Lori calling after me. I walked out of the dorms into the cool spring air, turning this way and that for a bit before deciding to make my way toward town. I walked for a while, fuming the entire time and muttering to myself until I finally made it to a local bar. I nodded gratefully as the bartender poured me a glass, and I sipped it miserably while he disappeared into the kitchen. I pulled my phone out of my pocket to see that I had several missed calls and “Where are you?!?” texts from Jessica and Lori, but I ignored them and tossed my phone down on the bar, taking a big swig and cursing to myself. “Yeah, I hate my phone, too,” a male voice said from beside me. I looked over to see a guy pulling up a barstool a couple of seats down. He was wearing a red flannel shirt and a sharp jawline. He was muscular, too. “I hate everything right now,” I said, swirling my drink around in my glass with my straw. “How come?” The boy looked at me, and just then, I came to a shocking realization: this was Enzo, Justin’s hockey captain, the star of the school, every girl’s dream boy. And he was sitting next to me, in this quiet dive bar, talking to me. Chapter 2 Enzo must have noticed the expression on my face when I finally recognized him, because he smirked and held out a napkin for me. “Your makeup is smudged.” I blushed and grabbed the napkin from his hand, using it to wipe away my makeup while Enzo continued to stare at me. “Rough night?” he said once I finished cleaning up my makeup. “I guess you could say that,” I replied. “You know,” he said, his deep brown eyes studying my face, “you look better without makeup.” His words made me blush even more. What were the odds that the hockey captain would be hitting on me on the night of my birthday, right after my boyfriend had cheated on me? “Do you treat all the girls like this?” I said suddenly, surprised and embarrassed at my own question. It must have been the drink. Enzo simply smirked again and finished the last of his drink. He reached forward and brushed a bit of hair out of my face. “If you’re so intrigued by how I treat girls, why don’t you come and see it for yourself? I live in Dorm B, fourth floor. Room 409.” His voice was low and sultry, and as we leaned closer together, I felt my breathing become slower and more aroused. I frowned then and pulled away. I needed comfort tonight, but not that sort of comfort. “No way,” I said, crossing my arms. “I know your reputation. You’re a player.” “So what if I am?” Enzo murmured. “It’s your decision, but my room is open to you all night. You can just walk right in. No need to knock.” With that, Enzo sat back up and tossed some money down on the bar. “I’ll pay for the lady’s drink,” he said to the bartender, then threw his jacket over his shoulder and sauntered out of the bar. I kept sipping my drink while I thought about the unexpected proposition. Enzo was well-known as an adonis, a handsome player. Ever since Enzo and Lisa -- the cheerleader who stole my boyfriend -- broke up last semester, Enzo became known around the campus for being a bit of a player. He never had another girlfriend after Lisa, and seemed uninterested with women when it came to knowing them for more than one night. I had never been interested in those deeds. In high school, I was nerdy and never had a chance with any of the boys. The one time I thought I had a chance when the football quarterback asked me to prom, it turned out to be a prank. The whole school laughed at me as I showed up in my blue dress, excited to dance with the quarterback, only for him to trip me and make me fall on the dance floor. “Why would I want you?” he had said, pointing and laughing. “Fatty Nina will never have a boyfriend!” After that, I swore that I would just focus on my studies. I eventually grew out of that phase once I started college, and lots of boys tried to get me to hook up with them, but I just wasn’t interested. If I was going to let a boy interrupt my studies, he would have to be perfect. I had thought that Justin would be the one. He seemed so sweet and kind, but I guess that wasn’t the case. After this, I felt like never falling in love again. “Sorry to say this, young lady, but the bar’s closing soon,” the bartender said, breaking me out of my deep thought. I nodded and finished off the last of my drink, then stood and left the bar. The thought of going home right now almost made me sick. Maybe I didn’t have to go home tonight. I showed up at Enzo’s place a little while later. Before I walked in, I hesitated for a little while as I considered just keeping my dignity and going home. But I was all dressed up tonight with expensive lingerie, and besides… with Justin and Lisa’s double betrayal, what would be a better way to get back at them both? Taking a deep breath, I turned the knob and walked into Enzo’s dorm. He was sitting on the couch when I arrived, as though he had been waiting for me. “Changed your mind, eh?” he said, standing and crossing the room toward me. He was much taller than me, and muscular to boot. This close, I could smell his cologne. It sent a shiver down my spine. “So,” he said, “what changed your mind? I thought my reputation scared you.” “I just… Could use a little comfort,” I said. Without saying anything, he leaned down and cupped my chin with his hand. He kissed me deeply. He was soft and sweet, much unlike the rough and rugged hockey player who I had thought he was. After we kissed, he wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up to carry me to the bedroom. We never left each other the whole way there, and when we arrived his dimly lit bedroom he slammed the door behind us and laid me down on the bed. I was trembling, but there was something surprisingly gentle about Enzo’s touch. I had expected a careless brute who only cared about getting himself off, but as he leaned over me and gave me a shockingly sweet, gentle smile, I realized that my assumptions were wrong. Enzo kissed me deeply again, his body pressing against mine. I felt myself relax beneath his touch as my heart began to patter, a wave of emotion washing over me that I hadn’t ever felt before. But there was something that he didn’t know; something that made me nervous and worried that he wouldn’t want to be with me that night after I told him. “I should tell you that I’ve never done this before,” I whispered. Enzo was silent for a few moments. I was worried he wouldn’t want to continue after learning this about me, but then he merely smirked. “I figured,” he replied, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose. “I’ll be gentle with you.” When Enzo touched me after that, he kept true to his promise to be gentle with me. As his hands ran along my body, I noticed that he kept looking up at me with his soft brown eyes as though he was checking on me, and he gave me time to relax before trying to take it further. I was nervous, but something about the way he looked at me gave me a little confidence, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I had been wrong about the hockey player. A few minutes later, he looked me deeply in the eyes as if to ask if I was ready. I was trembling all over, partially from nerves and partially from the tingling in my body. “Lingerie, huh?” he whispered, sounding somewhat amused when he saw my innerwear. I blushed. “Since you went to all that trouble, why don’t you give me a show?” Still blushing, I took a deep breath and did as he asked. My hands shook at first, but soon I began to gain a little more confidence from the way that he looked at me with so much fire in his eyes, and I didn’t feel so nervous. Finally, I revealed myself to him as the last of my clothes hit the floor. Enzo’s eyes were wide as he gazed at me, but the slight smirk on his face never left. Then, with a soft smile, he held his hand out for me. I took it, feeling how small my hand was in his calloused palm, and couldn’t ignore the way my heart fluttered when he pulled me close. We laid beneath the sheets after that, our limbs tangled together and our hearts so close I could feel it beating through his ribcage. I was scared at first, but Enzo reassured me that it was okay. “I’ll be gentle. I promise,” he whispered gently, cradling me close to him. …… When it was over, Enzo and I laid in bed for a minute before he got up and put on his underwear. I sat up, feeling both heavenly and ashamed of myself. There was something different about Enzo now; his body language seemed more wild and dominant, and when he looked at me, his pupils were dilated. His eyes almost seemed like a different color. He smiled at me then and his teeth were sharp and glistening. My heart started to race as I felt like he was a wolf and I was his prey. Swallowing, I stood and put the rest of my clothes on. “See you around.” Before Enzo could reply, I rushed out of the bedroom and left the dorm. What was that look he gave me? Why did he look so… feral? Chapter 3 It was almost four o’clock in the morning by the time I finally returned to my dorm. Jessica and Lori were already asleep in their rooms judging from how dark and quiet everything was. The suite was a mess from the party and we would no doubt be spending the next day cleaning, but I was too hungover and tired to care at the moment. It appeared as though Lori and Jessica must have changed my sheets for me though, which I would have to thank them for in the morning. I wouldn’t have been able to sleep on the same sheets that Justin and Lisa had lied on. As I lay in bed trying to sleep, I was kept awake by my regrets. Had I just given myself to a near-stranger? A womanizer? All to get revenge against Justin and Lisa? I had never been so impulsive like this, especially when it came to love. Right now, I felt embarrassed and ashamed of this blunder. Enzo was incredibly attractive and the time we spent together was wonderful, but right now, I just wanted to forget about it. When I woke the next morning, my head pounded and my stomach hurt from all of the drinks from the night before. I rolled out of bed, ignoring my appearance as I stumbled into the kitchen in my oversized t-shirt and shorts. I just needed some coffee. “You know, you could’ve at least told us where you went last night,” Lori said from her usual spot at the kitchen island. She had a cup of coffee in front of her and was reading A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. “I’m sorry,” I replied, my face turning red as I remembered what happened after the party. “I just needed to get out.” “Why didn’t you tell us that you and Justin were a thing?” Jessica suddenly said, emerging from her room with a towel around her hair while she wore a fluffy pink robe and bunny slippers. She folded her arms and glared at me, pouting. I hung my head low as I poured myself a cup of coffee. I tried to hide it as the tears started to well up, but it was no use. Jessica rushed over to me and wrapped her arms around me while Lori watched with a sorry expression on her face. “I’m sorry,” I said between sobs. “H-He told me he just wanted to wait until the right time to make our relationship public. I t-thought he was just being a gentleman.” “Trash,” Lori replied. “Most of them, anyway. Don’t beat yourself up over it. You can do way better than Justin Thurlow.” Jessica nodded and rubbed my back, agreeing with Lori. “Yeah,” she said. “Screw boys. You’re smart and hot and you’re gonna be a doctor! Who needs boys? C’mon, let’s go get some breakfast.” Jessica and Lori were right. Boys were just a waste of time, and I had more important things to think about. I changed into my usual jeans and hoodie, brushed and braided my hair, and went with my roommates to the dining hall. “Oh my god!” Jessica exclaimed as we approached the dining hall. She squealed and pointed at none other than Enzo coming out the door. Jessica’s excitement garnered the attention of other nearby girls, who also squealed and waved as Enzo approached. I grabbed my hair and used it to shield my face. I just wanted to shrink down into myself. Why did I have to run into Enzo right now, the morning after what we had done? To make matters worse, he approached us and stood in front of us. Even Lori seemed a bit excited at his presence. Did he even remember our night together, or was he confused by how strangely I was acting? “Hi, Enzo!” Jessica said, twirling a bit of her hair around her finger. “Are you excited about the homecoming game today?” I kept my gaze fixed on the ground, letting my bangs fall into my face, but I could feel Enzo’s stern gaze on me. “Yeah,” he replied. “Although, it’s not as exciting when we always know we’re gonna crush the other team. I hope they put up a good fight.” Jessica giggled like a giddy schoolgirl. I took a chance and glanced up, hoping to see Enzo walking away, but was met instead by his strong gaze fixed on me. He looked far less animalistic now; maybe his appearance last night was just a trick of the light or a result of the drink. Enzo had his arms folded as he looked at me. He looked almost disapproving. Was he upset that I walked out on him last night? It hardly seemed likely, given his reputation, but my heart still ached a bit. “You ready for practice, Enzo?” another guy said, striding up to us. He looked Jessica up and down hungrily, then glanced at me before looking at Enzo. Enzo nodded and stuck his hands in his pockets, his eyes still on me. “Yeah. Let’s go.” Later that afternoon, after we had cleaned up the dorm, I was in my room studying for an upcoming biology exam when Jessica came into my room. She was wearing a pleated pink mini-skirt, a fuzzy white sweater, and white sneakers with leg warmers. She had a full face of makeup on and her hair was curled perfectly. “Oh my god, you’re not ready yet?” she said, storming over to me and snapping my book shut unceremoniously. “Hey!” I said, throwing my pen down on my desk. “I was studying.” “Studying can wait,” Jessica replied. “Come on, let’s go to the hockey game! I heard some rumors that Enzo is planning on using some new moves.” My heart leaped up into my throat. “I’m not going,” I said, opening my book up to the page I was on. Jessica clearly didn’t like my response, because she stamped her foot on the ground angrily. “Aw, come on!” she whined. “You’re not really gonna make me go alone, are you?” I didn’t have the heart to tell my friend the truth about where I was last night. If she knew that I slept with Enzo, she would be heartbroken. Jessica had been pining away for Enzo since our first semester. He had never given her too much attention, but still, she went to all of his games, cheered him on, and even watched all the live streams of his tournaments online. She always talked about how he was a genius, how his physical abilities were godlike, and how he easily won every game he competed in. “Come on,” Jessica whined again. “Please? For me?” She batted her eyelashes. I sighed and closed my book again, rubbing my tired eyes. “Alright,” I replied, although I really just wanted to hide in my room and never see the star hockey player again. “I’ll go. But you owe me.” Jessica grinned and pranced out of the room while I got ready. I wanted to blend in, so I just wore a hoodie with the university logo on it and jeans. Jessica seemed a bit disappointed in my outfit choice but didn’t say anything as we made our way to the hockey arena. The whole way there, Jessica prattled on about Enzo. “His figure is just so perfect,” she said. “All of those appear in my dreams!” I hated to admit it, but hearing Jessica talk about Enzo made the memories of last night come flooding back… It made my body tingle. I tried to shake the thoughts out of my mind the best I could as we got in line to walk inside the arena, but I just couldn’t. The feeling of Enzo’s strong eyes on me as we were together, our limbs intertwined, was burned into my memory. I only hoped that I could leave this game without being seen by Enzo or Justin. Chapter 4 We walked inside the arena, which was already packed full of excited students. Half of the arena was reserved for our university, while the other half was reserved for the other university. Our school colors were burgundy and gold -- the other university was blue and black. “Let’s find a good seat,” Jessica said. I followed her up the stairs, then we shimmied between rows of seats toward a couple of empty spots. Once we had our seats, I could hear the conversation between other girls around me; their talking points mostly centered around Enzo. “Do you think he’ll make us succeed again?” “Of course! Enzo always plays perfectly.” “I feel so lucky just to be attending the same university as him!” I cringed a bit at the conversation and scrolled on my phone while I waited for the game to start. Beside me, Jessica pulled out a pair of binoculars and started scouring the ice rink. I can see the cheerleaders performing an energetic opening dance on ice skates before the game, with Lisa in the lead. She looked dazzling in her skimpy uniform, with her perfectly tanned legs and her hair pulled up into a high ponytail with a bow. She waved her pom poms around to hype the crowd up. Looking at the girl who stole my boyfriend made me sick. I had never been much of a sports fan, but the way the crowd was getting excited made me excited, too. As the hockey players skated out onto the rink, some of them skated up to certain cheerleaders who were their girlfriends and kissed them publicly. I could see Justin and Lisa exchanging glances. Justin had never brought me to his games, even though we had been dating for a couple of months. When I did go to his games, he never paid any attention to me until after. I thought that he was just shy at the time, but now I knew that he just didn’t want Lisa to see us together. “Don’t pay any attention to Justin,” Jessica said, handing me the binoculars so I could see better. “He’s not worth your time.” I took the binoculars and peered through them. For some reason, I searched for Enzo. I didn’t know why I wanted to see him so badly, but I did. And he saw me. Somehow, despite the thousands of students in this massive arena, Enzo looked directly at me. It was as though he had a sixth sense, like he knew exactly where I was without even having to think. Even from here, I could see the hint of wildness in his eyes from the night before; like I was his prey. I quickly gave the binoculars back to Jessica as my face turned red. Enzo turned away and skated out to the middle of the rink, skating around in circles and pumping his hockey stick in the air while the crowd cheered. All around me, girls screamed and swooned while guys whooped and hollered. The game started. I lost sight of the puck quickly, but was able to follow the game by watching Enzo, who skated as fast as lightning and moved nimbly around the rink as though he was born with ice skates on his feet. He would perform quick moves with his hockey stick to fake out the opponents, hitting the puck between their legs to one of his teammates before zooming away. He moved so quickly that he was almost like a flash. For some reason, it seemed almost supernatural to me… but no one else seemed to notice, so I figured that it was just in my head. Soon, the opponents became frustrated and aggressive. One player in particular -- I think he was the captain of the other team -- started following Enzo closely and trying to trip him up. “C’mon, Enzo!” Jessica shouted. “I hope he doesn’t get hurt,” another girl said from beside me, sitting up in her seat to see over someone in front of us. Enzo scored a goal, and suddenly, the other team’s captain threw his stick and his helmet down on the ice and tackled Enzo. The crowd gasped as they tussled on the ice. The other player threw punches at Enzo while Enzo only blocked and dodged, clearly not wanting to hurt the other player. It was now that I finally realized how much pressure was on Enzo as the star hockey player. I held my breath as I watched the fight, images of us that night flashing in my mind. For some reason, I cared enough about Enzo to not want him to get hurt. I didn’t care to look at Justin for even a second. The referee blew his whistle and broke up the fight. The crowd cheered as Enzo stood and put his helmet back on, covering his curly hair. The other player was put on the bench for his behavior and the game continued with a penalty for the other team. During halftime, the cheerleaders returned to the rink and began their halftime show. “You hungry?” I said to Jessica. She looked at me and shrugged, too involved in her conversation with another girl about how charming Enzo looked dodging the unsportsmanlike competitor during the fight. As long as I had known her, Jessica always had an easy time making friends. I didn’t mind it, because I was more introverted and appreciated the fact that she usually took control of all of the socializing at things like this. I stood and shimmied out of our row, then went down the bleachers toward the food stands. My stomach was growling and the smell of soft pretzels was making me even more hungry. “One soft pretzel, please,” I said to the vendor. “And water, too.” I handed my money to the vendor and waited for my pretzel. Just then, I felt someone watching me and turned around to see none other than Enzo. He was standing with his teammates by the side of the rink as they rested and drank water, but he was staring right at me. His eyes almost glowed. My heart started to race as I found myself unable to break away from his strong gaze. Something about him made me want to walk over to him as if I was in a trance… “Miss? Hello?” The vendor broke me out of my trance. He was holding out my pretzel and my water. “Oh… Sorry,” I said. “Thank you.” I took my pretzel. When I turned back, Enzo was no longer looking at me and was instead entrenched in a conversation with a teammate as though he hadn’t just been staring into my soul. I considered going back to Jessica, but after the encounter with Enzo finding me in the massive crowd and staring at me just now, I only wanted to leave. I decided to make up an excuse later and just go home; Jessica had made some friends already and probably wouldn’t even notice my absence. She could fill me in on the results of the game later. I left the arena, tossing my uneaten pretzel in the trash on the way out as my stomach suddenly felt too sick to eat. The cool autumn air was a bit of a relief as I walked back to the dorms, although I still felt stifled like I was being watched… or hunted. How was Enzo able to spot me in the crowd like that? And why did he always look so animalistic and hungry when he looked at me? I had never heard any of his many other flings complain of such a thing, so maybe it was all in my head. It had to be. Why else would Enzo seem like such a predator? | Listen to books | 145 | https://facebook.com/100093148902033 | 0 | LEARN_MORE | 1692169200 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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You never play with girls more than once. You should be thanking me because I’m just making it easy for you.” “Is that what you really think of me?” Enzo asked. He didn’t try to hide his voice at all. For some reason, I felt more confident confronting him now. “Everyone knows you’re a player who only has fun with girls once before moving on to the next,” I said, stepping around him. He didn’t block me this time, but turned and frowned. “Well, you’re different,” he replied. Was this some sort of prank? The hockey captain, the star of the school, and a player thought I was “different” enough to keep talking to me after we spent a night together? I wondered if Lisa or Justin put him up to this to rub it in that I would never find love. Enzo stepped closer to me and brushed a bit of hair out of my eyes, finally lowering his voice to a whisper. “I want to have a second time with you.” Chapter 1 Nina It was the night of my coming-of-age party. I was most of all excited for one thing: tonight, Justin would finally announce that he was my boyfriend. Justin and I had been seeing each other for a couple of months now, but we had kept things under wraps so far. Frankly, I would have preferred to make our relationship public right away -- he was one of the most handsome and popular guys on campus, and was on the hockey team -- but he insisted that we wait until the right time. “I want to save announcing our relationship for a special night, baby,” he had told me. I had been asking when he would make our relationship public for a while, but maybe he was right; it was best to wait until a special time. That meant that he really loved me, right? As I stood in front of the mirror and admired myself, I felt confident that Justin would make our relationship public tonight. I prepared a surprise for him under my outfit now because I was certain that we would finally spend our first night together. Aside from the surprise above, which was a hot red lace set that I picked out at the mall a couple of days before the party, I was wearing a short, tight skirt that showed off my curves, a pink crop top, and heels. I wore red lipstick and black eyeliner, too. I felt a bit awkward wearing an outfit like this, as I usually dressed in jeans and hoodies; but my roommates, Jessica and Lori, insisted that I dress up for the party. The only thing that I kept the same about myself tonight was my hair, which had bangs and two long braids. I always wore my hair like this and never liked it any other way. Some people said it was childish, but I thought it was cute and practical. “You look so hot, Nina!” Jessica said as I came out of the room. “The guys are gonna be all over you!” I didn’t say anything about Justin. Even my own roommates didn’t know about our relationship. Lori looked at her phone and took another swig of her drink. “Everyone should be here any minute,” she said in her low, sultry voice. Lori was the quintessential “goth girl” on campus, which was a stark contrast from Jessica’s bubbly nature and my studious attitude. Somehow, though, we were all best friends. Just then, the door burst open with the first guests arriving. The group of guys and girls flooded in, whooping and hollering, excited for the party. With a grin, Jessica cranked up the music and started greeting people while I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. Lori walked over to the couch and sat down, scrolling on her phone; she really only ever came to parties for food and drink. Soon enough, the suite was full of people. The LED lights flashed red, green, and blue while the music played loudly, and the guests started getting excited and playing games. The main attraction seemed to be the bar table, where the boys competed like their lives depended on it, but people also hung out around the seating area, played games, and talk on the balcony. A while into the party, Justin finally arrived. I got excited, but instead of coming over to me and greeting me, he simply made a beeline for the bar table and joined the game. During a lull in the game, I sent Justin a text: “Well? Are we gonna announce it?” I watched from the corner as he pulled out his phone, read the text, then pocketed his phone again. He looked at me and subtly shrugged, then returned to his game as though he didn’t even know me. “Are you okay?” Jessica said, coming over to me with an extra drink in her hand for me. I shrugged. “I’m just not much of a partier, that’s all,” I said. “You just need a little courage, that’s all!” she said, clinking her bottle with mine and taking a big swig. I looked down at my drink and frowned. Jessica was right, but the drink wasn’t going to cut it -- not with how Justin was treating me tonight. “How about something more exciting?” I said. Jessica’s eyes lit up and she turned around to face the group, cupping her hands around her mouth to shout. “Hey everyone!” she shouted. “The birthday girl wants shots!” By my seventh shot, however, I started to feel woozy and felt like I was going to throw up. I stumbled down the hall to the bathroom and made it to the toilet just in time. When I was done throwing up, I stood up and made my way over to the sink, where I splashed some cold water on my face and took some deep breaths to sober myself up. I looked at my smudged makeup and my messy hair in the mirror, trying not to cry as I thought about Justin. Why was he treating me like this? Just a few days ago, we were making out behind the hockey arena and now he was acting like he didn’t even know me. Was he just nervous about announcing our relationship, or was it something else? Taking another deep breath and wiping the tears off of my face, I straightened up and decided to go talk to Justin. When I left the bathroom, however, he wasn’t anywhere to be found. “Hey, have you seen Justin?” I asked a guest. She just shrugged her shoulders and pointed toward my bedroom. Maybe he just went inside to be alone for a minute, which would give us some time to talk. I made my way over to my room, weaving drunkenly through the crowd. When I opened the door, however, I wished that I had just stayed away. Justin wasn’t alone. He was with another girl -- it was Lisa, the cheerleading captain. They were tangled together, Justin’s pants pulled down and Lisa’s clothes on the floor. “What is happening!” I screamed. The party went silent, aside from the music, which someone quickly shut off. Justin and Lisa sat up in my bed; Justin looked even more drunk and high than before, but immediately jumped up when he saw me and yanked his pants up. “Nina, it’s not what it looks like,” he said, stumbling toward me while Lisa simply stood up with a smirk, smoothing down her skirt. She strutted out of the room and bumped me with her shoulder on the way out as I continued to stare at Justin in shock and disbelief. Justin stammered as he tried to explain himself. “I’m so sorry, I-” “Justin…” I interrupted, my voice shaking. “We. Are. Done.” Without another word, I turned away and stormed out of the suite with Jessica and Lori calling after me. I walked out of the dorms into the cool spring air, turning this way and that for a bit before deciding to make my way toward town. I walked for a while, fuming the entire time and muttering to myself until I finally made it to a local bar. I nodded gratefully as the bartender poured me a glass, and I sipped it miserably while he disappeared into the kitchen. I pulled my phone out of my pocket to see that I had several missed calls and “Where are you?!?” texts from Jessica and Lori, but I ignored them and tossed my phone down on the bar, taking a big swig and cursing to myself. “Yeah, I hate my phone, too,” a male voice said from beside me. I looked over to see a guy pulling up a barstool a couple of seats down. He was wearing a red flannel shirt and a sharp jawline. He was muscular, too. “I hate everything right now,” I said, swirling my drink around in my glass with my straw. “How come?” The boy looked at me, and just then, I came to a shocking realization: this was Enzo, Justin’s hockey captain, the star of the school, every girl’s dream boy. And he was sitting next to me, in this quiet dive bar, talking to me. Chapter 2 Enzo must have noticed the expression on my face when I finally recognized him, because he smirked and held out a napkin for me. “Your makeup is smudged.” I blushed and grabbed the napkin from his hand, using it to wipe away my makeup while Enzo continued to stare at me. “Rough night?” he said once I finished cleaning up my makeup. “I guess you could say that,” I replied. “You know,” he said, his deep brown eyes studying my face, “you look better without makeup.” His words made me blush even more. What were the odds that the hockey captain would be hitting on me on the night of my birthday, right after my boyfriend had cheated on me? “Do you treat all the girls like this?” I said suddenly, surprised and embarrassed at my own question. It must have been the drink. Enzo simply smirked again and finished the last of his drink. He reached forward and brushed a bit of hair out of my face. “If you’re so intrigued by how I treat girls, why don’t you come and see it for yourself? I live in Dorm B, fourth floor. Room 409.” His voice was low and sultry, and as we leaned closer together, I felt my breathing become slower and more aroused. I frowned then and pulled away. I needed comfort tonight, but not that sort of comfort. “No way,” I said, crossing my arms. “I know your reputation. You’re a player.” “So what if I am?” Enzo murmured. “It’s your decision, but my room is open to you all night. You can just walk right in. No need to knock.” With that, Enzo sat back up and tossed some money down on the bar. “I’ll pay for the lady’s drink,” he said to the bartender, then threw his jacket over his shoulder and sauntered out of the bar. I kept sipping my drink while I thought about the unexpected proposition. Enzo was well-known as an adonis, a handsome player. Ever since Enzo and Lisa -- the cheerleader who stole my boyfriend -- broke up last semester, Enzo became known around the campus for being a bit of a player. He never had another girlfriend after Lisa, and seemed uninterested with women when it came to knowing them for more than one night. I had never been interested in those deeds. In high school, I was nerdy and never had a chance with any of the boys. The one time I thought I had a chance when the football quarterback asked me to prom, it turned out to be a prank. The whole school laughed at me as I showed up in my blue dress, excited to dance with the quarterback, only for him to trip me and make me fall on the dance floor. “Why would I want you?” he had said, pointing and laughing. “Fatty Nina will never have a boyfriend!” After that, I swore that I would just focus on my studies. I eventually grew out of that phase once I started college, and lots of boys tried to get me to hook up with them, but I just wasn’t interested. If I was going to let a boy interrupt my studies, he would have to be perfect. I had thought that Justin would be the one. He seemed so sweet and kind, but I guess that wasn’t the case. After this, I felt like never falling in love again. “Sorry to say this, young lady, but the bar’s closing soon,” the bartender said, breaking me out of my deep thought. I nodded and finished off the last of my drink, then stood and left the bar. The thought of going home right now almost made me sick. Maybe I didn’t have to go home tonight. I showed up at Enzo’s place a little while later. Before I walked in, I hesitated for a little while as I considered just keeping my dignity and going home. But I was all dressed up tonight with expensive lingerie, and besides… with Justin and Lisa’s double betrayal, what would be a better way to get back at them both? Taking a deep breath, I turned the knob and walked into Enzo’s dorm. He was sitting on the couch when I arrived, as though he had been waiting for me. “Changed your mind, eh?” he said, standing and crossing the room toward me. He was much taller than me, and muscular to boot. This close, I could smell his cologne. It sent a shiver down my spine. “So,” he said, “what changed your mind? I thought my reputation scared you.” “I just… Could use a little comfort,” I said. Without saying anything, he leaned down and cupped my chin with his hand. He kissed me deeply. He was soft and sweet, much unlike the rough and rugged hockey player who I had thought he was. After we kissed, he wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up to carry me to the bedroom. We never left each other the whole way there, and when we arrived his dimly lit bedroom he slammed the door behind us and laid me down on the bed. I was trembling, but there was something surprisingly gentle about Enzo’s touch. I had expected a careless brute who only cared about getting himself off, but as he leaned over me and gave me a shockingly sweet, gentle smile, I realized that my assumptions were wrong. Enzo kissed me deeply again, his body pressing against mine. I felt myself relax beneath his touch as my heart began to patter, a wave of emotion washing over me that I hadn’t ever felt before. But there was something that he didn’t know; something that made me nervous and worried that he wouldn’t want to be with me that night after I told him. “I should tell you that I’ve never done this before,” I whispered. Enzo was silent for a few moments. I was worried he wouldn’t want to continue after learning this about me, but then he merely smirked. “I figured,” he replied, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose. “I’ll be gentle with you.” When Enzo touched me after that, he kept true to his promise to be gentle with me. As his hands ran along my body, I noticed that he kept looking up at me with his soft brown eyes as though he was checking on me, and he gave me time to relax before trying to take it further. I was nervous, but something about the way he looked at me gave me a little confidence, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I had been wrong about the hockey player. A few minutes later, he looked me deeply in the eyes as if to ask if I was ready. I was trembling all over, partially from nerves and partially from the tingling in my body. “Lingerie, huh?” he whispered, sounding somewhat amused when he saw my innerwear. I blushed. “Since you went to all that trouble, why don’t you give me a show?” Still blushing, I took a deep breath and did as he asked. My hands shook at first, but soon I began to gain a little more confidence from the way that he looked at me with so much fire in his eyes, and I didn’t feel so nervous. Finally, I revealed myself to him as the last of my clothes hit the floor. Enzo’s eyes were wide as he gazed at me, but the slight smirk on his face never left. Then, with a soft smile, he held his hand out for me. I took it, feeling how small my hand was in his calloused palm, and couldn’t ignore the way my heart fluttered when he pulled me close. We laid beneath the sheets after that, our limbs tangled together and our hearts so close I could feel it beating through his ribcage. I was scared at first, but Enzo reassured me that it was okay. “I’ll be gentle. I promise,” he whispered gently, cradling me close to him. …… When it was over, Enzo and I laid in bed for a minute before he got up and put on his underwear. I sat up, feeling both heavenly and ashamed of myself. There was something different about Enzo now; his body language seemed more wild and dominant, and when he looked at me, his pupils were dilated. His eyes almost seemed like a different color. He smiled at me then and his teeth were sharp and glistening. My heart started to race as I felt like he was a wolf and I was his prey. Swallowing, I stood and put the rest of my clothes on. “See you around.” Before Enzo could reply, I rushed out of the bedroom and left the dorm. What was that look he gave me? Why did he look so… feral? Chapter 3 It was almost four o’clock in the morning by the time I finally returned to my dorm. Jessica and Lori were already asleep in their rooms judging from how dark and quiet everything was. The suite was a mess from the party and we would no doubt be spending the next day cleaning, but I was too hungover and tired to care at the moment. It appeared as though Lori and Jessica must have changed my sheets for me though, which I would have to thank them for in the morning. I wouldn’t have been able to sleep on the same sheets that Justin and Lisa had lied on. As I lay in bed trying to sleep, I was kept awake by my regrets. Had I just given myself to a near-stranger? A womanizer? All to get revenge against Justin and Lisa? I had never been so impulsive like this, especially when it came to love. Right now, I felt embarrassed and ashamed of this blunder. Enzo was incredibly attractive and the time we spent together was wonderful, but right now, I just wanted to forget about it. When I woke the next morning, my head pounded and my stomach hurt from all of the drinks from the night before. I rolled out of bed, ignoring my appearance as I stumbled into the kitchen in my oversized t-shirt and shorts. I just needed some coffee. “You know, you could’ve at least told us where you went last night,” Lori said from her usual spot at the kitchen island. She had a cup of coffee in front of her and was reading A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. “I’m sorry,” I replied, my face turning red as I remembered what happened after the party. “I just needed to get out.” “Why didn’t you tell us that you and Justin were a thing?” Jessica suddenly said, emerging from her room with a towel around her hair while she wore a fluffy pink robe and bunny slippers. She folded her arms and glared at me, pouting. I hung my head low as I poured myself a cup of coffee. I tried to hide it as the tears started to well up, but it was no use. Jessica rushed over to me and wrapped her arms around me while Lori watched with a sorry expression on her face. “I’m sorry,” I said between sobs. “H-He told me he just wanted to wait until the right time to make our relationship public. I t-thought he was just being a gentleman.” “Trash,” Lori replied. “Most of them, anyway. Don’t beat yourself up over it. You can do way better than Justin Thurlow.” Jessica nodded and rubbed my back, agreeing with Lori. “Yeah,” she said. “Screw boys. You’re smart and hot and you’re gonna be a doctor! Who needs boys? C’mon, let’s go get some breakfast.” Jessica and Lori were right. Boys were just a waste of time, and I had more important things to think about. I changed into my usual jeans and hoodie, brushed and braided my hair, and went with my roommates to the dining hall. “Oh my god!” Jessica exclaimed as we approached the dining hall. She squealed and pointed at none other than Enzo coming out the door. Jessica’s excitement garnered the attention of other nearby girls, who also squealed and waved as Enzo approached. I grabbed my hair and used it to shield my face. I just wanted to shrink down into myself. Why did I have to run into Enzo right now, the morning after what we had done? To make matters worse, he approached us and stood in front of us. Even Lori seemed a bit excited at his presence. Did he even remember our night together, or was he confused by how strangely I was acting? “Hi, Enzo!” Jessica said, twirling a bit of her hair around her finger. “Are you excited about the homecoming game today?” I kept my gaze fixed on the ground, letting my bangs fall into my face, but I could feel Enzo’s stern gaze on me. “Yeah,” he replied. “Although, it’s not as exciting when we always know we’re gonna crush the other team. I hope they put up a good fight.” Jessica giggled like a giddy schoolgirl. I took a chance and glanced up, hoping to see Enzo walking away, but was met instead by his strong gaze fixed on me. He looked far less animalistic now; maybe his appearance last night was just a trick of the light or a result of the drink. Enzo had his arms folded as he looked at me. He looked almost disapproving. Was he upset that I walked out on him last night? It hardly seemed likely, given his reputation, but my heart still ached a bit. “You ready for practice, Enzo?” another guy said, striding up to us. He looked Jessica up and down hungrily, then glanced at me before looking at Enzo. Enzo nodded and stuck his hands in his pockets, his eyes still on me. “Yeah. Let’s go.” Later that afternoon, after we had cleaned up the dorm, I was in my room studying for an upcoming biology exam when Jessica came into my room. She was wearing a pleated pink mini-skirt, a fuzzy white sweater, and white sneakers with leg warmers. She had a full face of makeup on and her hair was curled perfectly. “Oh my god, you’re not ready yet?” she said, storming over to me and snapping my book shut unceremoniously. “Hey!” I said, throwing my pen down on my desk. “I was studying.” “Studying can wait,” Jessica replied. “Come on, let’s go to the hockey game! I heard some rumors that Enzo is planning on using some new moves.” My heart leaped up into my throat. “I’m not going,” I said, opening my book up to the page I was on. Jessica clearly didn’t like my response, because she stamped her foot on the ground angrily. “Aw, come on!” she whined. “You’re not really gonna make me go alone, are you?” I didn’t have the heart to tell my friend the truth about where I was last night. If she knew that I slept with Enzo, she would be heartbroken. Jessica had been pining away for Enzo since our first semester. He had never given her too much attention, but still, she went to all of his games, cheered him on, and even watched all the live streams of his tournaments online. She always talked about how he was a genius, how his physical abilities were godlike, and how he easily won every game he competed in. “Come on,” Jessica whined again. “Please? For me?” She batted her eyelashes. I sighed and closed my book again, rubbing my tired eyes. “Alright,” I replied, although I really just wanted to hide in my room and never see the star hockey player again. “I’ll go. But you owe me.” Jessica grinned and pranced out of the room while I got ready. I wanted to blend in, so I just wore a hoodie with the university logo on it and jeans. Jessica seemed a bit disappointed in my outfit choice but didn’t say anything as we made our way to the hockey arena. The whole way there, Jessica prattled on about Enzo. “His figure is just so perfect,” she said. “All of those appear in my dreams!” I hated to admit it, but hearing Jessica talk about Enzo made the memories of last night come flooding back… It made my body tingle. I tried to shake the thoughts out of my mind the best I could as we got in line to walk inside the arena, but I just couldn’t. The feeling of Enzo’s strong eyes on me as we were together, our limbs intertwined, was burned into my memory. I only hoped that I could leave this game without being seen by Enzo or Justin. Chapter 4 We walked inside the arena, which was already packed full of excited students. Half of the arena was reserved for our university, while the other half was reserved for the other university. Our school colors were burgundy and gold -- the other university was blue and black. “Let’s find a good seat,” Jessica said. I followed her up the stairs, then we shimmied between rows of seats toward a couple of empty spots. Once we had our seats, I could hear the conversation between other girls around me; their talking points mostly centered around Enzo. “Do you think he’ll make us succeed again?” “Of course! Enzo always plays perfectly.” “I feel so lucky just to be attending the same university as him!” I cringed a bit at the conversation and scrolled on my phone while I waited for the game to start. Beside me, Jessica pulled out a pair of binoculars and started scouring the ice rink. I can see the cheerleaders performing an energetic opening dance on ice skates before the game, with Lisa in the lead. She looked dazzling in her skimpy uniform, with her perfectly tanned legs and her hair pulled up into a high ponytail with a bow. She waved her pom poms around to hype the crowd up. Looking at the girl who stole my boyfriend made me sick. I had never been much of a sports fan, but the way the crowd was getting excited made me excited, too. As the hockey players skated out onto the rink, some of them skated up to certain cheerleaders who were their girlfriends and kissed them publicly. I could see Justin and Lisa exchanging glances. Justin had never brought me to his games, even though we had been dating for a couple of months. When I did go to his games, he never paid any attention to me until after. I thought that he was just shy at the time, but now I knew that he just didn’t want Lisa to see us together. “Don’t pay any attention to Justin,” Jessica said, handing me the binoculars so I could see better. “He’s not worth your time.” I took the binoculars and peered through them. For some reason, I searched for Enzo. I didn’t know why I wanted to see him so badly, but I did. And he saw me. Somehow, despite the thousands of students in this massive arena, Enzo looked directly at me. It was as though he had a sixth sense, like he knew exactly where I was without even having to think. Even from here, I could see the hint of wildness in his eyes from the night before; like I was his prey. I quickly gave the binoculars back to Jessica as my face turned red. Enzo turned away and skated out to the middle of the rink, skating around in circles and pumping his hockey stick in the air while the crowd cheered. All around me, girls screamed and swooned while guys whooped and hollered. The game started. I lost sight of the puck quickly, but was able to follow the game by watching Enzo, who skated as fast as lightning and moved nimbly around the rink as though he was born with ice skates on his feet. He would perform quick moves with his hockey stick to fake out the opponents, hitting the puck between their legs to one of his teammates before zooming away. He moved so quickly that he was almost like a flash. For some reason, it seemed almost supernatural to me… but no one else seemed to notice, so I figured that it was just in my head. Soon, the opponents became frustrated and aggressive. One player in particular -- I think he was the captain of the other team -- started following Enzo closely and trying to trip him up. “C’mon, Enzo!” Jessica shouted. “I hope he doesn’t get hurt,” another girl said from beside me, sitting up in her seat to see over someone in front of us. Enzo scored a goal, and suddenly, the other team’s captain threw his stick and his helmet down on the ice and tackled Enzo. The crowd gasped as they tussled on the ice. The other player threw punches at Enzo while Enzo only blocked and dodged, clearly not wanting to hurt the other player. It was now that I finally realized how much pressure was on Enzo as the star hockey player. I held my breath as I watched the fight, images of us that night flashing in my mind. For some reason, I cared enough about Enzo to not want him to get hurt. I didn’t care to look at Justin for even a second. The referee blew his whistle and broke up the fight. The crowd cheered as Enzo stood and put his helmet back on, covering his curly hair. The other player was put on the bench for his behavior and the game continued with a penalty for the other team. During halftime, the cheerleaders returned to the rink and began their halftime show. “You hungry?” I said to Jessica. She looked at me and shrugged, too involved in her conversation with another girl about how charming Enzo looked dodging the unsportsmanlike competitor during the fight. As long as I had known her, Jessica always had an easy time making friends. I didn’t mind it, because I was more introverted and appreciated the fact that she usually took control of all of the socializing at things like this. I stood and shimmied out of our row, then went down the bleachers toward the food stands. My stomach was growling and the smell of soft pretzels was making me even more hungry. “One soft pretzel, please,” I said to the vendor. “And water, too.” I handed my money to the vendor and waited for my pretzel. Just then, I felt someone watching me and turned around to see none other than Enzo. He was standing with his teammates by the side of the rink as they rested and drank water, but he was staring right at me. His eyes almost glowed. My heart started to race as I found myself unable to break away from his strong gaze. Something about him made me want to walk over to him as if I was in a trance… “Miss? Hello?” The vendor broke me out of my trance. He was holding out my pretzel and my water. “Oh… Sorry,” I said. “Thank you.” I took my pretzel. When I turned back, Enzo was no longer looking at me and was instead entrenched in a conversation with a teammate as though he hadn’t just been staring into my soul. I considered going back to Jessica, but after the encounter with Enzo finding me in the massive crowd and staring at me just now, I only wanted to leave. I decided to make up an excuse later and just go home; Jessica had made some friends already and probably wouldn’t even notice my absence. She could fill me in on the results of the game later. I left the arena, tossing my uneaten pretzel in the trash on the way out as my stomach suddenly felt too sick to eat. The cool autumn air was a bit of a relief as I walked back to the dorms, although I still felt stifled like I was being watched… or hunted. How was Enzo able to spot me in the crowd like that? And why did he always look so animalistic and hungry when he looked at me? I had never heard any of his many other flings complain of such a thing, so maybe it was all in my head. It had to be. Why else would Enzo seem like such a predator? | Listen to books | 145 | https://facebook.com/100093148902033 | 0 | LEARN_MORE | 1692169200 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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You never play with girls more than once. You should be thanking me because I’m just making it easy for you.” “Is that what you really think of me?” Enzo asked. He didn’t try to hide his voice at all. For some reason, I felt more confident confronting him now. “Everyone knows you’re a player who only has fun with girls once before moving on to the next,” I said, stepping around him. He didn’t block me this time, but turned and frowned. “Well, you’re different,” he replied. Was this some sort of prank? The hockey captain, the star of the school, and a player thought I was “different” enough to keep talking to me after we spent a night together? I wondered if Lisa or Justin put him up to this to rub it in that I would never find love. Enzo stepped closer to me and brushed a bit of hair out of my eyes, finally lowering his voice to a whisper. “I want to have a second time with you.” Chapter 1 Nina It was the night of my coming-of-age party. I was most of all excited for one thing: tonight, Justin would finally announce that he was my boyfriend. Justin and I had been seeing each other for a couple of months now, but we had kept things under wraps so far. Frankly, I would have preferred to make our relationship public right away -- he was one of the most handsome and popular guys on campus, and was on the hockey team -- but he insisted that we wait until the right time. “I want to save announcing our relationship for a special night, baby,” he had told me. I had been asking when he would make our relationship public for a while, but maybe he was right; it was best to wait until a special time. That meant that he really loved me, right? As I stood in front of the mirror and admired myself, I felt confident that Justin would make our relationship public tonight. I prepared a surprise for him under my outfit now because I was certain that we would finally spend our first night together. Aside from the surprise above, which was a hot red lace set that I picked out at the mall a couple of days before the party, I was wearing a short, tight skirt that showed off my curves, a pink crop top, and heels. I wore red lipstick and black eyeliner, too. I felt a bit awkward wearing an outfit like this, as I usually dressed in jeans and hoodies; but my roommates, Jessica and Lori, insisted that I dress up for the party. The only thing that I kept the same about myself tonight was my hair, which had bangs and two long braids. I always wore my hair like this and never liked it any other way. Some people said it was childish, but I thought it was cute and practical. “You look so hot, Nina!” Jessica said as I came out of the room. “The guys are gonna be all over you!” I didn’t say anything about Justin. Even my own roommates didn’t know about our relationship. Lori looked at her phone and took another swig of her drink. “Everyone should be here any minute,” she said in her low, sultry voice. Lori was the quintessential “goth girl” on campus, which was a stark contrast from Jessica’s bubbly nature and my studious attitude. Somehow, though, we were all best friends. Just then, the door burst open with the first guests arriving. The group of guys and girls flooded in, whooping and hollering, excited for the party. With a grin, Jessica cranked up the music and started greeting people while I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. Lori walked over to the couch and sat down, scrolling on her phone; she really only ever came to parties for food and drink. Soon enough, the suite was full of people. The LED lights flashed red, green, and blue while the music played loudly, and the guests started getting excited and playing games. The main attraction seemed to be the bar table, where the boys competed like their lives depended on it, but people also hung out around the seating area, played games, and talk on the balcony. A while into the party, Justin finally arrived. I got excited, but instead of coming over to me and greeting me, he simply made a beeline for the bar table and joined the game. During a lull in the game, I sent Justin a text: “Well? Are we gonna announce it?” I watched from the corner as he pulled out his phone, read the text, then pocketed his phone again. He looked at me and subtly shrugged, then returned to his game as though he didn’t even know me. “Are you okay?” Jessica said, coming over to me with an extra drink in her hand for me. I shrugged. “I’m just not much of a partier, that’s all,” I said. “You just need a little courage, that’s all!” she said, clinking her bottle with mine and taking a big swig. I looked down at my drink and frowned. Jessica was right, but the drink wasn’t going to cut it -- not with how Justin was treating me tonight. “How about something more exciting?” I said. Jessica’s eyes lit up and she turned around to face the group, cupping her hands around her mouth to shout. “Hey everyone!” she shouted. “The birthday girl wants shots!” By my seventh shot, however, I started to feel woozy and felt like I was going to throw up. I stumbled down the hall to the bathroom and made it to the toilet just in time. When I was done throwing up, I stood up and made my way over to the sink, where I splashed some cold water on my face and took some deep breaths to sober myself up. I looked at my smudged makeup and my messy hair in the mirror, trying not to cry as I thought about Justin. Why was he treating me like this? Just a few days ago, we were making out behind the hockey arena and now he was acting like he didn’t even know me. Was he just nervous about announcing our relationship, or was it something else? Taking another deep breath and wiping the tears off of my face, I straightened up and decided to go talk to Justin. When I left the bathroom, however, he wasn’t anywhere to be found. “Hey, have you seen Justin?” I asked a guest. She just shrugged her shoulders and pointed toward my bedroom. Maybe he just went inside to be alone for a minute, which would give us some time to talk. I made my way over to my room, weaving drunkenly through the crowd. When I opened the door, however, I wished that I had just stayed away. Justin wasn’t alone. He was with another girl -- it was Lisa, the cheerleading captain. They were tangled together, Justin’s pants pulled down and Lisa’s clothes on the floor. “What is happening!” I screamed. The party went silent, aside from the music, which someone quickly shut off. Justin and Lisa sat up in my bed; Justin looked even more drunk and high than before, but immediately jumped up when he saw me and yanked his pants up. “Nina, it’s not what it looks like,” he said, stumbling toward me while Lisa simply stood up with a smirk, smoothing down her skirt. She strutted out of the room and bumped me with her shoulder on the way out as I continued to stare at Justin in shock and disbelief. Justin stammered as he tried to explain himself. “I’m so sorry, I-” “Justin…” I interrupted, my voice shaking. “We. Are. Done.” Without another word, I turned away and stormed out of the suite with Jessica and Lori calling after me. I walked out of the dorms into the cool spring air, turning this way and that for a bit before deciding to make my way toward town. I walked for a while, fuming the entire time and muttering to myself until I finally made it to a local bar. I nodded gratefully as the bartender poured me a glass, and I sipped it miserably while he disappeared into the kitchen. I pulled my phone out of my pocket to see that I had several missed calls and “Where are you?!?” texts from Jessica and Lori, but I ignored them and tossed my phone down on the bar, taking a big swig and cursing to myself. “Yeah, I hate my phone, too,” a male voice said from beside me. I looked over to see a guy pulling up a barstool a couple of seats down. He was wearing a red flannel shirt and a sharp jawline. He was muscular, too. “I hate everything right now,” I said, swirling my drink around in my glass with my straw. “How come?” The boy looked at me, and just then, I came to a shocking realization: this was Enzo, Justin’s hockey captain, the star of the school, every girl’s dream boy. And he was sitting next to me, in this quiet dive bar, talking to me. Chapter 2 Enzo must have noticed the expression on my face when I finally recognized him, because he smirked and held out a napkin for me. “Your makeup is smudged.” I blushed and grabbed the napkin from his hand, using it to wipe away my makeup while Enzo continued to stare at me. “Rough night?” he said once I finished cleaning up my makeup. “I guess you could say that,” I replied. “You know,” he said, his deep brown eyes studying my face, “you look better without makeup.” His words made me blush even more. What were the odds that the hockey captain would be hitting on me on the night of my birthday, right after my boyfriend had cheated on me? “Do you treat all the girls like this?” I said suddenly, surprised and embarrassed at my own question. It must have been the drink. Enzo simply smirked again and finished the last of his drink. He reached forward and brushed a bit of hair out of my face. “If you’re so intrigued by how I treat girls, why don’t you come and see it for yourself? I live in Dorm B, fourth floor. Room 409.” His voice was low and sultry, and as we leaned closer together, I felt my breathing become slower and more aroused. I frowned then and pulled away. I needed comfort tonight, but not that sort of comfort. “No way,” I said, crossing my arms. “I know your reputation. You’re a player.” “So what if I am?” Enzo murmured. “It’s your decision, but my room is open to you all night. You can just walk right in. No need to knock.” With that, Enzo sat back up and tossed some money down on the bar. “I’ll pay for the lady’s drink,” he said to the bartender, then threw his jacket over his shoulder and sauntered out of the bar. I kept sipping my drink while I thought about the unexpected proposition. Enzo was well-known as an adonis, a handsome player. Ever since Enzo and Lisa -- the cheerleader who stole my boyfriend -- broke up last semester, Enzo became known around the campus for being a bit of a player. He never had another girlfriend after Lisa, and seemed uninterested with women when it came to knowing them for more than one night. I had never been interested in those deeds. In high school, I was nerdy and never had a chance with any of the boys. The one time I thought I had a chance when the football quarterback asked me to prom, it turned out to be a prank. The whole school laughed at me as I showed up in my blue dress, excited to dance with the quarterback, only for him to trip me and make me fall on the dance floor. “Why would I want you?” he had said, pointing and laughing. “Fatty Nina will never have a boyfriend!” After that, I swore that I would just focus on my studies. I eventually grew out of that phase once I started college, and lots of boys tried to get me to hook up with them, but I just wasn’t interested. If I was going to let a boy interrupt my studies, he would have to be perfect. I had thought that Justin would be the one. He seemed so sweet and kind, but I guess that wasn’t the case. After this, I felt like never falling in love again. “Sorry to say this, young lady, but the bar’s closing soon,” the bartender said, breaking me out of my deep thought. I nodded and finished off the last of my drink, then stood and left the bar. The thought of going home right now almost made me sick. Maybe I didn’t have to go home tonight. I showed up at Enzo’s place a little while later. Before I walked in, I hesitated for a little while as I considered just keeping my dignity and going home. But I was all dressed up tonight with expensive lingerie, and besides… with Justin and Lisa’s double betrayal, what would be a better way to get back at them both? Taking a deep breath, I turned the knob and walked into Enzo’s dorm. He was sitting on the couch when I arrived, as though he had been waiting for me. “Changed your mind, eh?” he said, standing and crossing the room toward me. He was much taller than me, and muscular to boot. This close, I could smell his cologne. It sent a shiver down my spine. “So,” he said, “what changed your mind? I thought my reputation scared you.” “I just… Could use a little comfort,” I said. Without saying anything, he leaned down and cupped my chin with his hand. He kissed me deeply. He was soft and sweet, much unlike the rough and rugged hockey player who I had thought he was. After we kissed, he wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up to carry me to the bedroom. We never left each other the whole way there, and when we arrived his dimly lit bedroom he slammed the door behind us and laid me down on the bed. I was trembling, but there was something surprisingly gentle about Enzo’s touch. I had expected a careless brute who only cared about getting himself off, but as he leaned over me and gave me a shockingly sweet, gentle smile, I realized that my assumptions were wrong. Enzo kissed me deeply again, his body pressing against mine. I felt myself relax beneath his touch as my heart began to patter, a wave of emotion washing over me that I hadn’t ever felt before. But there was something that he didn’t know; something that made me nervous and worried that he wouldn’t want to be with me that night after I told him. “I should tell you that I’ve never done this before,” I whispered. Enzo was silent for a few moments. I was worried he wouldn’t want to continue after learning this about me, but then he merely smirked. “I figured,” he replied, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose. “I’ll be gentle with you.” When Enzo touched me after that, he kept true to his promise to be gentle with me. As his hands ran along my body, I noticed that he kept looking up at me with his soft brown eyes as though he was checking on me, and he gave me time to relax before trying to take it further. I was nervous, but something about the way he looked at me gave me a little confidence, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I had been wrong about the hockey player. A few minutes later, he looked me deeply in the eyes as if to ask if I was ready. I was trembling all over, partially from nerves and partially from the tingling in my body. “Lingerie, huh?” he whispered, sounding somewhat amused when he saw my innerwear. I blushed. “Since you went to all that trouble, why don’t you give me a show?” Still blushing, I took a deep breath and did as he asked. My hands shook at first, but soon I began to gain a little more confidence from the way that he looked at me with so much fire in his eyes, and I didn’t feel so nervous. Finally, I revealed myself to him as the last of my clothes hit the floor. Enzo’s eyes were wide as he gazed at me, but the slight smirk on his face never left. Then, with a soft smile, he held his hand out for me. I took it, feeling how small my hand was in his calloused palm, and couldn’t ignore the way my heart fluttered when he pulled me close. We laid beneath the sheets after that, our limbs tangled together and our hearts so close I could feel it beating through his ribcage. I was scared at first, but Enzo reassured me that it was okay. “I’ll be gentle. I promise,” he whispered gently, cradling me close to him. …… When it was over, Enzo and I laid in bed for a minute before he got up and put on his underwear. I sat up, feeling both heavenly and ashamed of myself. There was something different about Enzo now; his body language seemed more wild and dominant, and when he looked at me, his pupils were dilated. His eyes almost seemed like a different color. He smiled at me then and his teeth were sharp and glistening. My heart started to race as I felt like he was a wolf and I was his prey. Swallowing, I stood and put the rest of my clothes on. “See you around.” Before Enzo could reply, I rushed out of the bedroom and left the dorm. What was that look he gave me? Why did he look so… feral? Chapter 3 It was almost four o’clock in the morning by the time I finally returned to my dorm. Jessica and Lori were already asleep in their rooms judging from how dark and quiet everything was. The suite was a mess from the party and we would no doubt be spending the next day cleaning, but I was too hungover and tired to care at the moment. It appeared as though Lori and Jessica must have changed my sheets for me though, which I would have to thank them for in the morning. I wouldn’t have been able to sleep on the same sheets that Justin and Lisa had lied on. As I lay in bed trying to sleep, I was kept awake by my regrets. Had I just given myself to a near-stranger? A womanizer? All to get revenge against Justin and Lisa? I had never been so impulsive like this, especially when it came to love. Right now, I felt embarrassed and ashamed of this blunder. Enzo was incredibly attractive and the time we spent together was wonderful, but right now, I just wanted to forget about it. When I woke the next morning, my head pounded and my stomach hurt from all of the drinks from the night before. I rolled out of bed, ignoring my appearance as I stumbled into the kitchen in my oversized t-shirt and shorts. I just needed some coffee. “You know, you could’ve at least told us where you went last night,” Lori said from her usual spot at the kitchen island. She had a cup of coffee in front of her and was reading A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. “I’m sorry,” I replied, my face turning red as I remembered what happened after the party. “I just needed to get out.” “Why didn’t you tell us that you and Justin were a thing?” Jessica suddenly said, emerging from her room with a towel around her hair while she wore a fluffy pink robe and bunny slippers. She folded her arms and glared at me, pouting. I hung my head low as I poured myself a cup of coffee. I tried to hide it as the tears started to well up, but it was no use. Jessica rushed over to me and wrapped her arms around me while Lori watched with a sorry expression on her face. “I’m sorry,” I said between sobs. “H-He told me he just wanted to wait until the right time to make our relationship public. I t-thought he was just being a gentleman.” “Trash,” Lori replied. “Most of them, anyway. Don’t beat yourself up over it. You can do way better than Justin Thurlow.” Jessica nodded and rubbed my back, agreeing with Lori. “Yeah,” she said. “Screw boys. You’re smart and hot and you’re gonna be a doctor! Who needs boys? C’mon, let’s go get some breakfast.” Jessica and Lori were right. Boys were just a waste of time, and I had more important things to think about. I changed into my usual jeans and hoodie, brushed and braided my hair, and went with my roommates to the dining hall. “Oh my god!” Jessica exclaimed as we approached the dining hall. She squealed and pointed at none other than Enzo coming out the door. Jessica’s excitement garnered the attention of other nearby girls, who also squealed and waved as Enzo approached. I grabbed my hair and used it to shield my face. I just wanted to shrink down into myself. Why did I have to run into Enzo right now, the morning after what we had done? To make matters worse, he approached us and stood in front of us. Even Lori seemed a bit excited at his presence. Did he even remember our night together, or was he confused by how strangely I was acting? “Hi, Enzo!” Jessica said, twirling a bit of her hair around her finger. “Are you excited about the homecoming game today?” I kept my gaze fixed on the ground, letting my bangs fall into my face, but I could feel Enzo’s stern gaze on me. “Yeah,” he replied. “Although, it’s not as exciting when we always know we’re gonna crush the other team. I hope they put up a good fight.” Jessica giggled like a giddy schoolgirl. I took a chance and glanced up, hoping to see Enzo walking away, but was met instead by his strong gaze fixed on me. He looked far less animalistic now; maybe his appearance last night was just a trick of the light or a result of the drink. Enzo had his arms folded as he looked at me. He looked almost disapproving. Was he upset that I walked out on him last night? It hardly seemed likely, given his reputation, but my heart still ached a bit. “You ready for practice, Enzo?” another guy said, striding up to us. He looked Jessica up and down hungrily, then glanced at me before looking at Enzo. Enzo nodded and stuck his hands in his pockets, his eyes still on me. “Yeah. Let’s go.” Later that afternoon, after we had cleaned up the dorm, I was in my room studying for an upcoming biology exam when Jessica came into my room. She was wearing a pleated pink mini-skirt, a fuzzy white sweater, and white sneakers with leg warmers. She had a full face of makeup on and her hair was curled perfectly. “Oh my god, you’re not ready yet?” she said, storming over to me and snapping my book shut unceremoniously. “Hey!” I said, throwing my pen down on my desk. “I was studying.” “Studying can wait,” Jessica replied. “Come on, let’s go to the hockey game! I heard some rumors that Enzo is planning on using some new moves.” My heart leaped up into my throat. “I’m not going,” I said, opening my book up to the page I was on. Jessica clearly didn’t like my response, because she stamped her foot on the ground angrily. “Aw, come on!” she whined. “You’re not really gonna make me go alone, are you?” I didn’t have the heart to tell my friend the truth about where I was last night. If she knew that I slept with Enzo, she would be heartbroken. Jessica had been pining away for Enzo since our first semester. He had never given her too much attention, but still, she went to all of his games, cheered him on, and even watched all the live streams of his tournaments online. She always talked about how he was a genius, how his physical abilities were godlike, and how he easily won every game he competed in. “Come on,” Jessica whined again. “Please? For me?” She batted her eyelashes. I sighed and closed my book again, rubbing my tired eyes. “Alright,” I replied, although I really just wanted to hide in my room and never see the star hockey player again. “I’ll go. But you owe me.” Jessica grinned and pranced out of the room while I got ready. I wanted to blend in, so I just wore a hoodie with the university logo on it and jeans. Jessica seemed a bit disappointed in my outfit choice but didn’t say anything as we made our way to the hockey arena. The whole way there, Jessica prattled on about Enzo. “His figure is just so perfect,” she said. “All of those appear in my dreams!” I hated to admit it, but hearing Jessica talk about Enzo made the memories of last night come flooding back… It made my body tingle. I tried to shake the thoughts out of my mind the best I could as we got in line to walk inside the arena, but I just couldn’t. The feeling of Enzo’s strong eyes on me as we were together, our limbs intertwined, was burned into my memory. I only hoped that I could leave this game without being seen by Enzo or Justin. Chapter 4 We walked inside the arena, which was already packed full of excited students. Half of the arena was reserved for our university, while the other half was reserved for the other university. Our school colors were burgundy and gold -- the other university was blue and black. “Let’s find a good seat,” Jessica said. I followed her up the stairs, then we shimmied between rows of seats toward a couple of empty spots. Once we had our seats, I could hear the conversation between other girls around me; their talking points mostly centered around Enzo. “Do you think he’ll make us succeed again?” “Of course! Enzo always plays perfectly.” “I feel so lucky just to be attending the same university as him!” I cringed a bit at the conversation and scrolled on my phone while I waited for the game to start. Beside me, Jessica pulled out a pair of binoculars and started scouring the ice rink. I can see the cheerleaders performing an energetic opening dance on ice skates before the game, with Lisa in the lead. She looked dazzling in her skimpy uniform, with her perfectly tanned legs and her hair pulled up into a high ponytail with a bow. She waved her pom poms around to hype the crowd up. Looking at the girl who stole my boyfriend made me sick. I had never been much of a sports fan, but the way the crowd was getting excited made me excited, too. As the hockey players skated out onto the rink, some of them skated up to certain cheerleaders who were their girlfriends and kissed them publicly. I could see Justin and Lisa exchanging glances. Justin had never brought me to his games, even though we had been dating for a couple of months. When I did go to his games, he never paid any attention to me until after. I thought that he was just shy at the time, but now I knew that he just didn’t want Lisa to see us together. “Don’t pay any attention to Justin,” Jessica said, handing me the binoculars so I could see better. “He’s not worth your time.” I took the binoculars and peered through them. For some reason, I searched for Enzo. I didn’t know why I wanted to see him so badly, but I did. And he saw me. Somehow, despite the thousands of students in this massive arena, Enzo looked directly at me. It was as though he had a sixth sense, like he knew exactly where I was without even having to think. Even from here, I could see the hint of wildness in his eyes from the night before; like I was his prey. I quickly gave the binoculars back to Jessica as my face turned red. Enzo turned away and skated out to the middle of the rink, skating around in circles and pumping his hockey stick in the air while the crowd cheered. All around me, girls screamed and swooned while guys whooped and hollered. The game started. I lost sight of the puck quickly, but was able to follow the game by watching Enzo, who skated as fast as lightning and moved nimbly around the rink as though he was born with ice skates on his feet. He would perform quick moves with his hockey stick to fake out the opponents, hitting the puck between their legs to one of his teammates before zooming away. He moved so quickly that he was almost like a flash. For some reason, it seemed almost supernatural to me… but no one else seemed to notice, so I figured that it was just in my head. Soon, the opponents became frustrated and aggressive. One player in particular -- I think he was the captain of the other team -- started following Enzo closely and trying to trip him up. “C’mon, Enzo!” Jessica shouted. “I hope he doesn’t get hurt,” another girl said from beside me, sitting up in her seat to see over someone in front of us. Enzo scored a goal, and suddenly, the other team’s captain threw his stick and his helmet down on the ice and tackled Enzo. The crowd gasped as they tussled on the ice. The other player threw punches at Enzo while Enzo only blocked and dodged, clearly not wanting to hurt the other player. It was now that I finally realized how much pressure was on Enzo as the star hockey player. I held my breath as I watched the fight, images of us that night flashing in my mind. For some reason, I cared enough about Enzo to not want him to get hurt. I didn’t care to look at Justin for even a second. The referee blew his whistle and broke up the fight. The crowd cheered as Enzo stood and put his helmet back on, covering his curly hair. The other player was put on the bench for his behavior and the game continued with a penalty for the other team. During halftime, the cheerleaders returned to the rink and began their halftime show. “You hungry?” I said to Jessica. She looked at me and shrugged, too involved in her conversation with another girl about how charming Enzo looked dodging the unsportsmanlike competitor during the fight. As long as I had known her, Jessica always had an easy time making friends. I didn’t mind it, because I was more introverted and appreciated the fact that she usually took control of all of the socializing at things like this. I stood and shimmied out of our row, then went down the bleachers toward the food stands. My stomach was growling and the smell of soft pretzels was making me even more hungry. “One soft pretzel, please,” I said to the vendor. “And water, too.” I handed my money to the vendor and waited for my pretzel. Just then, I felt someone watching me and turned around to see none other than Enzo. He was standing with his teammates by the side of the rink as they rested and drank water, but he was staring right at me. His eyes almost glowed. My heart started to race as I found myself unable to break away from his strong gaze. Something about him made me want to walk over to him as if I was in a trance… “Miss? Hello?” The vendor broke me out of my trance. He was holding out my pretzel and my water. “Oh… Sorry,” I said. “Thank you.” I took my pretzel. When I turned back, Enzo was no longer looking at me and was instead entrenched in a conversation with a teammate as though he hadn’t just been staring into my soul. I considered going back to Jessica, but after the encounter with Enzo finding me in the massive crowd and staring at me just now, I only wanted to leave. I decided to make up an excuse later and just go home; Jessica had made some friends already and probably wouldn’t even notice my absence. She could fill me in on the results of the game later. I left the arena, tossing my uneaten pretzel in the trash on the way out as my stomach suddenly felt too sick to eat. The cool autumn air was a bit of a relief as I walked back to the dorms, although I still felt stifled like I was being watched… or hunted. How was Enzo able to spot me in the crowd like that? And why did he always look so animalistic and hungry when he looked at me? I had never heard any of his many other flings complain of such a thing, so maybe it was all in my head. It had to be. Why else would Enzo seem like such a predator? | Listen to books | 145 | https://facebook.com/100093148902033 | 0 | LEARN_MORE | 1692169200 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Yvonne Miller sat at the dressing table in her wedding gown. She carefully hid the terrible scar on her left cheek with her bridal veil. That looked much better. Today was supposed to be her big day as she was marrying into the Anderson family. However, the voices outside her door were getting on her nerves. "Mother, will the Anderson family really accept a country girl like her into their family?" "What else can we do? Would you rather marry that blind man?" Kayla Jones frowned and pouted as she looked at her mother, Monica Langley. "No way! A blind man like Stephen is useless to me! I won't ruin my future by marrying him!" Stephen Anderson was not only blind; he was also sickly and needed to take countless medications every day. With his condition, there was no telling how much longer he'd live. Kayla didn't want to be a widow at such a young age. Before Monica could reply, the door opened. Yvonne emerged from her room, giving them a cold glance as she walked past. Although Yvonne’s face was covered by a veil, the frosty look in her eyes sent chills running down Monica's and Kayla’s spines. Yvonne stalked right up to Thomas. "You'd better keep your promise to me," Yvonne muttered as she walked past him and went down the stairs without looking back. Although the villa was named Miller Villa, no one with the last name Miller had lived here for the past ten years. When Yvonne was eight years old, both her mother and grandfather passed away, leaving Yvonne as the Miller family's lone heir. Her father, Thomas Jones, was only a son-in-law who'd married into the family. He'd taken advantage of the Miller family’s wealth before marrying Monica. They had two daughters, Katie and Kayla Jones. For two years after that, Yvonne suffered constant humiliation and torture. Although she was the only daughter of the Miller family, she was treated worse than an animal. To make matters worse, her stepsister, Kayla Jones, had marred her face with a scar. When that incident occurred, Monica concocted a lie to protect Kayla, putting all the blame on Yvonne instead. In a fit of rage, Thomas banished Yvonne to the countryside. For many years, no one cared about her. It wasn't until Kayla was forced to marry Stephen thanks to Thomas owing the Anderson family a large sum of money that they finally remembered Yvonne’s existence. "Get in the car. We don't want to be late," the driver urged impatiently, pulling Yvonne out of her reverie. Yvonne stared at Miller Villa, her lips curving in a mocking smile. One day, she would make them regret the decision they made today. She silently vowed to reclaim everything that belonged to the Miller family. Two hours later, Yvonne arrived at Anderson Mansion, but there was no sign of any preparation for the wedding ceremony. Yvonne followed a maid up to the second floor where they stopped outside a door at the end of the corridor. "Get out!" A roar came from inside the room, startling both Yvonne and the maid. The maid tried to remain calm as she said, "You can go in by yourself." In a blink of an eye, Yvonne found herself alone at the door. Before she'd returned to Northerna City, Yvonne had investigated the Anderson family. Philip Anderson had three sons—Charles, William, and Harry. Stephen was the eldest son of Charles Anderson and Diane Robinson; however, he was the second-eldest among his cousins. Soon after he was born, Stephen's mother passed away, and Charles married a famous actress, Camille Sharpe. In terms of family background, talent, and ability, Stephen blew his peers out of the water. At a young age, he was entrusted with the management of Anderson Group. Alas, he had gone blind due to an accident. If not for his disability, Stephen would've been the most distinguished and revered person in Northerna City, rather than the outcast that everyone shunned. Although their childhood experiences were similar, Stephen was still luckier than her. Yvonne took a deep breath and slowly turned the doorknob in her hand. As soon as the door opened, a vase came flying toward her. Without hesitation, Yvonne dodged, and the flying vase smashed into a thousand tiny pieces behind her. Phew, that was close. The vase had been aimed directly at her face! Was he attempting to blame his own wife? The lights were switched off, and the room was in total darkness. Yvonne could barely make out a blurry figure in the distance. Without thinking twice, she reached out and turned on the light. As the lights came on, Yvonne finally saw her groom for the first time. The man stood more than six feet tall. He had defined features and impeccable bone structure. His jawline was sharp and perfectly contoured. This guy was drop-dead gorgeous! His only flaw was his eyes that were dull and had no shine at all. His pitch-black pupils were like an abyss. Yvonne started to feel a bit sorry for the man, but his next words quickly extinguished her pity. "Marrying a blind man for money—don't you think you're downright despicable?" Chapter 2 When she heard Stephen’s words, Yvonne smirked. "Throwing shade on yourself to mock me, huh? You’re quite ruthless yourself." "You..." Stephen frowned. "Thomas sold you off to pay his debt. Why aren’t you resentful? You even seem to be happy about it. How dumb can you be?" "I heard he owed your family 100 million dollars. I never thought I'd be worth that much myself." Yvonne tiptoed around the mess Stephen had made and smiled at him sweetly. "If I understand what you mean—I’m just a commodity to be sold. Since you wish to return me, you should look for the man who agreed to the deal in the first place. Why are you venting your anger on me?" "You..." Stephen struggled to think of a retort. He could already imagine the smug look on the woman's face. While he was at a loss for words, Yvonne took the opportunity to discuss the matter at hand. "Actually, I'm not Kayla Jones. My name's Yvonne Miller. I'm the daughter Thomas had with his first wife and the heiress of the Miller family. You won't lose out by marrying me. However, I have to warn you that my appearance is far behind your expectations." Taking a breath, Yvonne piped up cheerfully, "But that’s not important anyway! Since I’m not pretty and you're blind, we’re a perfect match. Let’s make the best of things and register our marriage tomorrow." Stephen’s head was spinning because of Yvonne’s constant chattering. He couldn’t believe how shameless this woman was. Seeing that she wasn’t going to budge, Stephen jumped into action. He grabbed Yvonne’s arm and dragged her out, almost tripping on the items he'd thrown on the floor. "I'm telling you the truth. Why won’t you consider it?" Yvonne pleaded. "Shut up!" Stephen roared in anger. "Even though I’m blind, I won’t let a woman dictate my life!" "I'm not trying to dictate your life; I just…" Before Stephen could throw her out, Yvonne found her footing and resisted him. "Stephen, I'm not leaving this room tonight!" "You don't have a choice!" Stephen tried to evict her by force, but Yvonne whirled around and tried to fight back. Unexpectedly, Stephen managed to stop the attack by grabbing her wrist accurately. Having been blind for years, his other senses were heightened, and he'd already learned to gauge his opponent's position and direction of attack by listening to the sound of air movements. Stephen furrowed his brows. "Where did you learn how to fight?" "I don't know what you're talking about." Yvonne played dumb. "I just want to stay here. If you drive me away, I can only go back to the countryside. Besides, Thomas would come after me." "Don’t lie to me." Stephen pinched Yvonne's cheek, his hollow eyes sharp and intimidating. "What's your motive for marrying me?" Yvonne felt a little guilty. "Let go of me." "Answer me first!" Stephen insisted. "You're a grown man, aren’t you? Why are you so difficult to deal with?" As Yvonne struggled, Stephen's fingertips brushed against the scar on her face. His keen sense of touch noted the strange sensation. Subconsciously, he grazed his fingers carefully across her cheek and confirmed that it was a scar, but the texture was unusual. "Your scar…" It was fake. Before Stephen could say those three words, he felt a dull ache at the back of his neck. His vision went black, and he fell into Yvonne's arms. Yvonne tried to hold him up, feeling annoyed. Why did he have to run his hands over her face? She used all her strength to drag Stephen onto the bed and collapsed beside him, panting. After catching her breath, she turned to look at him. She had to admit that he was physically very attractive. It was a pity he was blind—and an unreasonable blind man at that. Come to think of it, it wasn’t out of the ordinary for Stephen to have a short temper. Judging from the situation and his behavior tonight, Stephen had probably lost his status and power overnight after becoming blind. He was now an outcast of the Anderson family that no one cared about. The feeling of being abandoned and looked down upon was all too familiar to Yvonne. Her curiosity was piqued, and she reached out to check Stephen's pulse. After a moment, Yvonne frowned thoughtfully. There really was something strange about his blindness. Since she'd hoped to rely on Stephen to help regain her family’s wealth, she couldn’t let anything untoward happen to him. Just as she made up her mind, Yvonne caught sight of a flickering red light in the upper left corner of the ceiling. There were surveillance cameras installed in Stephen’s bedroom. What underhanded tricks were these elite families capable of? Chapter 3 The next day, Stephen was awakened by a commotion outside. Frowning, he opened his eyes. As expected, he still couldn’t see anything. He shld have stopped hoping for a miracle anyway. Stephen made his way out of bed. The soreness in the back of his neck reminded him that last night wasn't a dream. He gritted his teeth in anger. How dare that woman lay her hands on him? She was looking for trouble! "The Jones family really had the nerve to send such an inappropriate woman to deceive our family. They must've thought that I’m an old lady with one foot in the grave! Send this woman back to where she belongs at once. Tell the Jones that if they don't pay back the money by today, I'll come after them!" Stephen could hear every word coming from the courtyard clearly as the glass door to his balcony was open. It seemed his grandmother, Elizabeth Anderson, had discovered that the Jones family sent an inferior substitute to be Stephen’s wife. Since becoming blind, Stephen had lost all interest in other people and events in the outside world. But strangely, he felt an unexpected desire to witness the humiliation and ridicule the shameless woman would face. Stephen got up and confidently made his way to the balcony, as he was familiar with the layout of his room. When he got there, he heard the woman pleading for mercy. "Madam Elizabeth, please don’t send me back! My stepmother will make me vanish on the earth!" Yvonne grabbed onto Elizabeth’s leg, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Don't try to fool me with your acting! Look at yourself in the mirror and see what a monster you are! You don’t even deserve to step on our property!" Elizabeth gave Yvonne a kick. She'd been utterly shocked when Yvonne appeared this morning and greeted her. When Yvonne started crying, she looked even more horrifying. The intersecting scars on her left cheek looked like centipedes crawling on her skin! Yvonne fell to the ground and wiped her tears. "Madam Elizabeth, as long as you spare my family and I, I'm willing to work like a slave for the Anderson family. I'll never dream of becoming the mistress of the family! I didn't want to help them deceive you, but I had no choice. If I didn't obey their wishes, I would've been horribly tortured! I’m truly innocent!" She cried and sobbed uncontrollably. Stephen’s temples throbbed as he listened in on the conversation. Was this the same woman from last night? He distinctly remembered her as a cheeky and reckless woman. There had been no sign that she was forced into this marriage. Soon, he realized that Yvonne was merely putting on an act. Although her words made it sound like she was on Thomas' side, she was actually shifting the blame to him! "Furthermore, Stephen and I already..." Yvonne buried her face in her hands, as if she were overwhelmed with sorrow. "If you send me back now, what am I to do? My whole life will be ruined!" Everyone present was shocked. Stephen clenched his fists. Everything that came out of this woman's mouth was a lie! Elizabeth was also taken aback by her declaration. It was true. The maids had informed her that Yvonne had stayed in Stephen’s room all night. Since Stephen lost his sight, Elizabeth had been extremely worried about his marriage prospects, hoping that he would at least have a child to continue the bloodline. However, every single woman she brought to Stephen was thrown out of the room without exception. Only this horrid woman had managed to stay the night. Elizabeth furrowed her brows. Did her grandson’s taste in women change after he lost his sight? At this moment, Charles’ second wife, Camille, approached her and said, "Mother, I think this miserable child looks pitiful. Why don't we keep her for a few days?" "No! This matter cannot be left as it is!" Elizabeth immediately rejected the suggestion. "Of course, we can't let Thomas off the hook. We still have to settle things with him." Camille stared at Yvonne and lowered her voice even further as she said, "Maybe she really knows how to take care of Stephen?" Elizabeth wasn’t fond of the idea. She glared at Yvonne as if she wanted to swallow her whole. Yvonne cowered in a corner, trembling like a leaf. "Since she was brought here to be my wife, I'll handle her myself." Stephen’s icy voice drifted from the balcony, interrupting the commotion. Everyone looked up, but Stephen had already turned around and walked back into his room. Elizabeth relented when she heard Stephen’s decision. She waved her hand for the maids to take Yvonne back to Stephen's room. Then she turned to Camille and ordered, "Find out everything about that horrid creature's background." Chapter 4 Returning to Stephen’s room, Yvonne walked straight toward him. There was no hint of pain or sadness on her face. "Thank you for speaking up for me, Stephen," she said. Before Yvonne could react, Stephen pinned her against the wall. Yvonne didn't resist and stared at him with interest. "Have you made up your mind? When can we register our marriage?" Stephen asked sternly, "What do you want?" He was highly guarded and wary of anyone who tried to force their way into his world. Furthermore, Stephen’s gut told him that Yvonne was no simple woman. "If you don't tell me the truth, I can make you disappear from this world without a trace," he threatened. Yvonne knew that she was playing with fire, but she showed no sign of fear. She reached out and touched Stephen’s eyes. "Would you be interested if I told you that I could restore your sight as long as you promised to marry me?" Stephen grabbed Yvonne's hand and asked, "Do you know what happens to those who lie to me?" "If you don’t believe me, give me seven days to prove it to you. During this time, go along with my treatment. After seven days, you can make your decision based on the results. If there's no improvement, you won't need to kick me out. I'll leave on my own," Yvonne said indifferently. Although her thoughtless words sounded reckless, Stephen couldn’t help but want to trust this woman. He considered her proposal for a moment before letting go of her hand. "Give me a reason to believe you." "No problem. I can administer acupuncture on you right now, and you can decide after trying it." Hearing the patter of her footsteps as she walked away and came back, Stephen hesitated for a moment before finally relenting and sitting on a chair. Yvonne smirked when she saw how tense Stephen looked. His whole body was on high alert and ready to spring at any sign of danger. If she made a slight mistake, he might even put her in danger. Last night, after checking his pulse, Yvonne had already decided on a treatment plan and mapped out the acupuncture points in her mind. She placed the acupuncture needles deftly with just the right amount of pressure. Stephen didn't feel any pain. Instead, he felt an inexplicable sense of relaxation wash over him, as if his tensed nerves and muscles had finally loosened up. Regardless of whether it did anything for his blindness, she was obviously quite skilled at acupuncture just based on her technique. As Stephen relaxed his clenched fists, his intimidating demeanor dissipated a little. When Yvonne removed the last needle, Stephen grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward him. "Where did you learn acupuncture?" "When I was a child, I learned it from an old doctor," Yvonne replied simply. Stephen didn't press her further. "Good, I'll give you seven days," Stephen said. "Right." Yvonne smiled confidently. "If I succeed, you'll have to marry me. How about that?" "Why do you want to marry me?" Stephen furrowed his brows. "As part of the deal, you have to give me something in return. At any rate, I won’t cause you any harm." Yvonne stared at Stephen's face. "With a handsome husband like you, I’m getting the long end of the stick." Stephen remained silent. Over the years, he'd tried numerous methods to regain his sight, but most of them had failed. Now that there was a glimmer of hope, he wasn’t going to let it slip by. When she saw that Stephen wasn’t speaking, Yvonne withdrew her hand and said cheekily, "From now on, I'll have to rely on you to protect me." Stephen grunted in displeasure as he got up and walked away. He could wait for seven days; it was nothing to him. However, if this woman dared to joke about his condition, he would definitely make her regret it. Staring at his back, Yvonne's smile faded. The truth was that she needed a marriage certificate to fulfill the condition on her grandfather’s secret will. She would only be able to inherit Miller Jewels, the Miller family’s jewelry business, once she was married. If it weren’t for that, she wouldn’t have gone to such lengths. Upon further reflection, she realized that it would be better to marry Stephen and become a member of the Anderson family instead of marrying just any man. After all, she still needed someone influential to rely on in Northerna City. She had nothing to lose from this deal. Chapter 5 In less than three days, Elizabeth had collected all the available information on Yvonne. Despite the minuscule amount of data, she was infuriated. "The Jones family really didn't take us seriously! That woman isn't merely ill-looking; she didn’t even graduate from high school! She's just an uneducated country girl!" This time, Camille was speechless as well. Yvonne’s background and appearance were truly an insult to the Anderson family’s reputation. Elizabeth slammed the table. "Let’s go right now! Get a few strong men and take that horrid woman with us! We're going to Miller Villa!" Meanwhile, the Jones family at Miller Villa was unaware of the storm that was about to hit. "Thomas, don’t you think that I gave you a good idea? I told you that the Anderson family's blind son wasn’t in a position to pick and choose. No matter who we send to them, they'll accept her willingly." Monica was quite pleased with herself. "I even managed to keep Kayla safe. With her sharp mind and beauty, she'll definitely marry into a good family and support us." Thomas gave her the side-eye but didn't comment. He'd been feeling restless for the past few days. Deep down, he felt that this matter wasn't going to be resolved easily. However, there was still no news from the Anderson family. Could it be that, as Monica said, the Anderson family was willing to swallow this bitter pill? Just as Thomas was starting to feel relieved, it was abruptly shattered by an unexpected guest. Seconds after the housekeeper reported their arrival, Elizabeth and her entourage barged into the living room. She was utterly furious. "Thomas, you’d better give me a good explanation!" Thomas spotted Yvonne being held hostage by the bodyguards, and a chill ran down his spine. He went forward in a hurry. "Old Mrs. Anderson, what’s the meaning of this? Can't we talk this out?" "I have nothing to talk to you about!" Elizabeth waved her hand, and the bodyguards immediately pushed Yvonne forward. Staggering, Yvonne deliberately stumbled on the ground in front of Thomas. She covered her face with her hands, and her shoulders shook as if she were sobbing, but no one could see the suppressed smirk playing on her lips. She'd been looking forward to this for ages! "Thomas, you're really something. Just look at the kind of woman you sent to our family! Are you deliberately trying to insult me?" Elizabeth’s expression was livid. "That’s more than enough. Either you return the betrothal gifts or hand over Kayla to us! Otherwise, I will tear this place down!" Seeing the situation getting out of hand, Monica stepped forward as well. "Old Mrs. Anderson, did Yvonne do anything to offend you? She's still young..." "Bah!" In her anger, Elizabeth couldn’t care less about etiquette. "Don't you dare push the blame onto her. It's obviously you two who deliberately cooked up this plan to mess with my family! Do you really think that I’m a confused old lady who can't tell right from wrong?" "This..." Monica choked on her own saliva and turned to Thomas for help. They couldn't let Elizabeth take Kayla away. Thomas looked hesitant, still clueless about what to say. Elizabeth lost her patience and ordered the bodyguards harshly, "Go, bring Kayla to me!" In no time, two bodyguards brought Kayla to the living room. Kayla was struggling and screamed, "I would rather die than marry that blind man!" Elizabeth gave her a loud slap on the cheek that made Kayla’s head spin. "Who do you think you are? Since your father accepted our betrothal gifts, you now belong to the Anderson family! It seems that your parents failed to bring you up well, so I'll make sure you learn some discipline!" Elizabeth said, shaking with anger. "Even if Stephen's blind, you have no right to complain. With your dismal background, you should be grateful for this golden opportunity to be part of my family!" "Old Mrs. Anderson, let’s be frank now that things have come to this point of no return," Monica sneered sarcastically. "A blind man like Stephen is finally married, and to the only heiress of the Miller family too. They suit each other perfectly. Do you think you're in any position to complain?" Chapter 6 "Monica!" Thomas tried to stop her in dismay. "Very well!" Elizabeth laughed mockingly, clapping her hands. "I can finally see why your daughter's such a spoiled brat. Like mother, like daughter." Elizabeth had been doubtful when Yvonne tearfully told her what had actually happened a few days ago. Yet she was fully convinced now. Monica was not only materialistic but also a cruel and despicable woman. "Men, hold this woman down and slap her so that she knows her place!" Elizabeth ordered, and two bodyguards rushed forward. One held Monica down while the other slapped her ruthlessly. Monica’s screams and the sound of the slaps echoed in the living room while Kayla cried and begged them to stop. Yvonne was secretly enjoying the satisfaction. It was a shame that she couldn’t personally lend a hand in beating Monica up. At this moment, a sedan entered the courtyard. The license plate seemed very familiar to the bodyguards stationed outside. A man stepped out of the car. When the bodyguards saw who it was, they were stunned before quickly running into the living room to report his arrival. "Madam, Mr. Anderson is here." Elizabeth was shocked as she looked at the door incredulously. "Stephen's here?" Stephen hadn't set foot outside since he lost his eyesight. He wouldn't listen to anyone's advice to leave the mansion. Why did he come to Miller Villa today? It was unbelievable! Elizabeth felt like she was in a dream as she watched Stephen walk through the door with a cane in his hand. Everyone in the living room fell silent at Stephen's arrival. They stared at him with widened eyes, afraid to even breathe too loudly. Stephen broke the silence. "Grandma, why did you bring my wife back to her parents' home without telling me?" His question took everyone by surprise. What did he mean? With his dull eyes, Stephen turned left and right, seemingly searching for someone. "Where's Yvonne?" Reading the situation quickly, Yvonne stepped forward and headed straight for Stephen. "Stephen, why did you leave the mansion?" "I woke up from my nap and couldn't find you. When I asked the maids, they told me that you'd gone out with Grandma." Stephen reached out his hand, and Yvonne understood immediately, wrapping her hand around his. The two looked like a newlywed couple, completely enamored with each other. However, the scene was a little too much to take in at first sight for outsiders. They both are inormal... No matter how affectionate they were, it was a strange picture to behold. "Grandma, I’ve brought some gifts for my father- and mother-in-law. Can you help me arrange it?" As Stephen was blind, he had no idea of the chaos that had erupted in the living room just now. His only thought was to take Yvonne home as soon as possible. Yvonne could feel the cold sweat on Stephen’s hand and noticed his anxiety. She turned to Elizabeth and begged, "Grandma, can I go home with Stephen first?" Elizabeth furrowed her brows as she stared at Yvonne. She wasn't pleased with this hideous granddaughter-in-law of hers. However, Stephen had finally left the mansion and appeared in public because of her. In addition, Elizabeth felt somewhat calmer now. The situation had gotten so out of hand that the embarrassment was getting too much to bear. After much hesitation, she waved her hand in resignation and said, "Forget it. You two go back first; I'll handle the rest." Yvonne gave Stephen a helping hand as they walked out, but she came to a halt all of a sudden, as if she remembered something. She turned to Thomas and said in a beseeching tone, "Father, when will you give me my dowry?" It was an item Thomas had promised to return to her after she got married. With Elizabeth around, he couldn’t go back on his word. Hearing this, Thomas' face twisted in anger, but he could only grit his teeth and respond, "Alright, I'll go get it now." Monica knew exactly what Yvonne wanted. Her furious gaze bore into Yvonne, giving her a death stare. That horrible woman deliberately came here to provoke her! Chapter 7 Thomas went to his study and returned with a box made out of redwood. He handed it over to Yvonne. Yvonne smiled and obediently said, "Thank you, Father." Thomas gritted his teeth. "No need to thank me. Just make sure you live happily with Mr. Anderson." In other words, once she took the gift, she should never return home again. Yvonne had no intention of following his wishes. This was only the start of her revenge. She said teasingly, "Don't worry, I'll bring Mr. Anderson home to visit both of you often." Thomas was so mad that his expression became stormy. In the car, Stephen stretched out his hand. "What did you get from your father?" "It’s my late mother’s last masterpiece, a ruby necklace," Yvonne replied. She opened the box. A luxurious and extravagant ruby necklace, Treasured Love, was lying inside. It had finally returned to her after so many years! But when Yvonne remembered that her mother's love for Thomas had inspired the creation of this necklace, she slammed the box shut. Her hatred for Thomas boiled inside her. He didn’t deserve to possess this Treasured Love! It would be an insult and a disservice to such an exquisite necklace! Last year, Yvonne saw a photo of Monica walking the red carpet with the necklace around her neck. The masterpiece caught the attention and focus of major fashion magazines around the world. Just thinking about it made Yvonne grit her teeth with anger. She was determined to take back everything they had stolen from her and pay them back for all their evil deeds! "I hope something so troublesome like this will only occur once. There should be no next time," Stephen warned coldly. Yvonne snapped out of her thoughts and looked at Stephen's hand. Once a person lost their sight, it was inevitable that he would become more vulnerable and anxious in unfamiliar environments. She'd never expected Stephen to show up at Miller Villa. She pursed her lips. "Thank you for coming." Stephen turned his face away and said indifferently, "Don't thank me. I didn’t do it out of the kindness of my heart." If Yvonne had been of no value to him, he couldn’t care less about what would have happened to her. Elizabeth wasn't someone to be trifled with. She threatened the Jones family to behave themselves; otherwise, she would drive them out of Northerna City. Her threat made it crystal clear that the feud between the Anderson family and the Jones family had begun. After seeing Elizabeth off, Thomas turned around and slapped Monica. "This is all your fault! Now that we’ve offended the Andersons, we're doomed!" Monica cried, holding her burning cheek. "Do you think I wanted this to happen? The Anderson family forced our hand! Why should I marry my precious daughter off to a blind man?" Thomas was so furious that he raised his hand to slap her again, but Kayla stopped him. "Dad, Mom did this because of me! If you want to hit someone, hit me!" "Kayla, let him slap me! If he has the guts, he might as well make me vanish on the earth!" Watching them sob in each other's arms, Thomas had nowhere to vent his anger, so he stamped his foot and left in a rage. With tears running down her cheeks, Kayla asked, "Mom, what should we do now?" "Don't be intimidated by your dad's words." Monica wiped away Kayla's tears and comforted her. "Besides, the feud between the Anderson family and the Robinson family has been going on for a long time. Being on bad terms with the Andersons may actually help you marry into the Robinson family." There were four elite families in Northerna City: the Andersons, the Robinsons, the Johnsons, and the Dawsons. Although the Andersons had the most influence, the Robinson family was a close second. Getting into the Robinson family was their true goal. "But..." When Kayla thought of how loving Yvonne and Stephen seemed, she couldn’t help feeling resentful. "If Yvonne truly becomes part of the Anderson family, didn’t we just do her a favor for nothing?" Monica sneered. "My girl, don’t you know who Stephen is? He's known to be a ruthless man. Sooner or later, Yvonne will be planted his hands!" It was rumored that Stephen was merciless to the point that he would even sacrifice his own family, let alone a nobody like Yvonne. | Listen to books | 145 | https://facebook.com/100093148902033 | 0 | LEARN_MORE | 1692514800 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Yvonne Miller sat at the dressing table in her wedding gown. She carefully hid the terrible scar on her left cheek with her bridal veil. That looked much better. Today was supposed to be her big day as she was marrying into the Anderson family. However, the voices outside her door were getting on her nerves. "Mother, will the Anderson family really accept a country girl like her into their family?" "What else can we do? Would you rather marry that blind man?" Kayla Jones frowned and pouted as she looked at her mother, Monica Langley. "No way! A blind man like Stephen is useless to me! I won't ruin my future by marrying him!" Stephen Anderson was not only blind; he was also sickly and needed to take countless medications every day. With his condition, there was no telling how much longer he'd live. Kayla didn't want to be a widow at such a young age. Before Monica could reply, the door opened. Yvonne emerged from her room, giving them a cold glance as she walked past. Although Yvonne’s face was covered by a veil, the frosty look in her eyes sent chills running down Monica's and Kayla’s spines. Yvonne stalked right up to Thomas. "You'd better keep your promise to me," Yvonne muttered as she walked past him and went down the stairs without looking back. Although the villa was named Miller Villa, no one with the last name Miller had lived here for the past ten years. When Yvonne was eight years old, both her mother and grandfather passed away, leaving Yvonne as the Miller family's lone heir. Her father, Thomas Jones, was only a son-in-law who'd married into the family. He'd taken advantage of the Miller family’s wealth before marrying Monica. They had two daughters, Katie and Kayla Jones. For two years after that, Yvonne suffered constant humiliation and torture. Although she was the only daughter of the Miller family, she was treated worse than an animal. To make matters worse, her stepsister, Kayla Jones, had marred her face with a scar. When that incident occurred, Monica concocted a lie to protect Kayla, putting all the blame on Yvonne instead. In a fit of rage, Thomas banished Yvonne to the countryside. For many years, no one cared about her. It wasn't until Kayla was forced to marry Stephen thanks to Thomas owing the Anderson family a large sum of money that they finally remembered Yvonne’s existence. "Get in the car. We don't want to be late," the driver urged impatiently, pulling Yvonne out of her reverie. Yvonne stared at Miller Villa, her lips curving in a mocking smile. One day, she would make them regret the decision they made today. She silently vowed to reclaim everything that belonged to the Miller family. Two hours later, Yvonne arrived at Anderson Mansion, but there was no sign of any preparation for the wedding ceremony. Yvonne followed a maid up to the second floor where they stopped outside a door at the end of the corridor. "Get out!" A roar came from inside the room, startling both Yvonne and the maid. The maid tried to remain calm as she said, "You can go in by yourself." In a blink of an eye, Yvonne found herself alone at the door. Before she'd returned to Northerna City, Yvonne had investigated the Anderson family. Philip Anderson had three sons—Charles, William, and Harry. Stephen was the eldest son of Charles Anderson and Diane Robinson; however, he was the second-eldest among his cousins. Soon after he was born, Stephen's mother passed away, and Charles married a famous actress, Camille Sharpe. In terms of family background, talent, and ability, Stephen blew his peers out of the water. At a young age, he was entrusted with the management of Anderson Group. Alas, he had gone blind due to an accident. If not for his disability, Stephen would've been the most distinguished and revered person in Northerna City, rather than the outcast that everyone shunned. Although their childhood experiences were similar, Stephen was still luckier than her. Yvonne took a deep breath and slowly turned the doorknob in her hand. As soon as the door opened, a vase came flying toward her. Without hesitation, Yvonne dodged, and the flying vase smashed into a thousand tiny pieces behind her. Phew, that was close. The vase had been aimed directly at her face! Was he attempting to blame his own wife? The lights were switched off, and the room was in total darkness. Yvonne could barely make out a blurry figure in the distance. Without thinking twice, she reached out and turned on the light. As the lights came on, Yvonne finally saw her groom for the first time. The man stood more than six feet tall. He had defined features and impeccable bone structure. His jawline was sharp and perfectly contoured. This guy was drop-dead gorgeous! His only flaw was his eyes that were dull and had no shine at all. His pitch-black pupils were like an abyss. Yvonne started to feel a bit sorry for the man, but his next words quickly extinguished her pity. "Marrying a blind man for money—don't you think you're downright despicable?" Chapter 2 When she heard Stephen’s words, Yvonne smirked. "Throwing shade on yourself to mock me, huh? You’re quite ruthless yourself." "You..." Stephen frowned. "Thomas sold you off to pay his debt. Why aren’t you resentful? You even seem to be happy about it. How dumb can you be?" "I heard he owed your family 100 million dollars. I never thought I'd be worth that much myself." Yvonne tiptoed around the mess Stephen had made and smiled at him sweetly. "If I understand what you mean—I’m just a commodity to be sold. Since you wish to return me, you should look for the man who agreed to the deal in the first place. Why are you venting your anger on me?" "You..." Stephen struggled to think of a retort. He could already imagine the smug look on the woman's face. While he was at a loss for words, Yvonne took the opportunity to discuss the matter at hand. "Actually, I'm not Kayla Jones. My name's Yvonne Miller. I'm the daughter Thomas had with his first wife and the heiress of the Miller family. You won't lose out by marrying me. However, I have to warn you that my appearance is far behind your expectations." Taking a breath, Yvonne piped up cheerfully, "But that’s not important anyway! Since I’m not pretty and you're blind, we’re a perfect match. Let’s make the best of things and register our marriage tomorrow." Stephen’s head was spinning because of Yvonne’s constant chattering. He couldn’t believe how shameless this woman was. Seeing that she wasn’t going to budge, Stephen jumped into action. He grabbed Yvonne’s arm and dragged her out, almost tripping on the items he'd thrown on the floor. "I'm telling you the truth. Why won’t you consider it?" Yvonne pleaded. "Shut up!" Stephen roared in anger. "Even though I’m blind, I won’t let a woman dictate my life!" "I'm not trying to dictate your life; I just…" Before Stephen could throw her out, Yvonne found her footing and resisted him. "Stephen, I'm not leaving this room tonight!" "You don't have a choice!" Stephen tried to evict her by force, but Yvonne whirled around and tried to fight back. Unexpectedly, Stephen managed to stop the attack by grabbing her wrist accurately. Having been blind for years, his other senses were heightened, and he'd already learned to gauge his opponent's position and direction of attack by listening to the sound of air movements. Stephen furrowed his brows. "Where did you learn how to fight?" "I don't know what you're talking about." Yvonne played dumb. "I just want to stay here. If you drive me away, I can only go back to the countryside. Besides, Thomas would come after me." "Don’t lie to me." Stephen pinched Yvonne's cheek, his hollow eyes sharp and intimidating. "What's your motive for marrying me?" Yvonne felt a little guilty. "Let go of me." "Answer me first!" Stephen insisted. "You're a grown man, aren’t you? Why are you so difficult to deal with?" As Yvonne struggled, Stephen's fingertips brushed against the scar on her face. His keen sense of touch noted the strange sensation. Subconsciously, he grazed his fingers carefully across her cheek and confirmed that it was a scar, but the texture was unusual. "Your scar…" It was fake. Before Stephen could say those three words, he felt a dull ache at the back of his neck. His vision went black, and he fell into Yvonne's arms. Yvonne tried to hold him up, feeling annoyed. Why did he have to run his hands over her face? She used all her strength to drag Stephen onto the bed and collapsed beside him, panting. After catching her breath, she turned to look at him. She had to admit that he was physically very attractive. It was a pity he was blind—and an unreasonable blind man at that. Come to think of it, it wasn’t out of the ordinary for Stephen to have a short temper. Judging from the situation and his behavior tonight, Stephen had probably lost his status and power overnight after becoming blind. He was now an outcast of the Anderson family that no one cared about. The feeling of being abandoned and looked down upon was all too familiar to Yvonne. Her curiosity was piqued, and she reached out to check Stephen's pulse. After a moment, Yvonne frowned thoughtfully. There really was something strange about his blindness. Since she'd hoped to rely on Stephen to help regain her family’s wealth, she couldn’t let anything untoward happen to him. Just as she made up her mind, Yvonne caught sight of a flickering red light in the upper left corner of the ceiling. There were surveillance cameras installed in Stephen’s bedroom. What underhanded tricks were these elite families capable of? Chapter 3 The next day, Stephen was awakened by a commotion outside. Frowning, he opened his eyes. As expected, he still couldn’t see anything. He shld have stopped hoping for a miracle anyway. Stephen made his way out of bed. The soreness in the back of his neck reminded him that last night wasn't a dream. He gritted his teeth in anger. How dare that woman lay her hands on him? She was looking for trouble! "The Jones family really had the nerve to send such an inappropriate woman to deceive our family. They must've thought that I’m an old lady with one foot in the grave! Send this woman back to where she belongs at once. Tell the Jones that if they don't pay back the money by today, I'll come after them!" Stephen could hear every word coming from the courtyard clearly as the glass door to his balcony was open. It seemed his grandmother, Elizabeth Anderson, had discovered that the Jones family sent an inferior substitute to be Stephen’s wife. Since becoming blind, Stephen had lost all interest in other people and events in the outside world. But strangely, he felt an unexpected desire to witness the humiliation and ridicule the shameless woman would face. Stephen got up and confidently made his way to the balcony, as he was familiar with the layout of his room. When he got there, he heard the woman pleading for mercy. "Madam Elizabeth, please don’t send me back! My stepmother will make me vanish on the earth!" Yvonne grabbed onto Elizabeth’s leg, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Don't try to fool me with your acting! Look at yourself in the mirror and see what a monster you are! You don’t even deserve to step on our property!" Elizabeth gave Yvonne a kick. She'd been utterly shocked when Yvonne appeared this morning and greeted her. When Yvonne started crying, she looked even more horrifying. The intersecting scars on her left cheek looked like centipedes crawling on her skin! Yvonne fell to the ground and wiped her tears. "Madam Elizabeth, as long as you spare my family and I, I'm willing to work like a slave for the Anderson family. I'll never dream of becoming the mistress of the family! I didn't want to help them deceive you, but I had no choice. If I didn't obey their wishes, I would've been horribly tortured! I’m truly innocent!" She cried and sobbed uncontrollably. Stephen’s temples throbbed as he listened in on the conversation. Was this the same woman from last night? He distinctly remembered her as a cheeky and reckless woman. There had been no sign that she was forced into this marriage. Soon, he realized that Yvonne was merely putting on an act. Although her words made it sound like she was on Thomas' side, she was actually shifting the blame to him! "Furthermore, Stephen and I already..." Yvonne buried her face in her hands, as if she were overwhelmed with sorrow. "If you send me back now, what am I to do? My whole life will be ruined!" Everyone present was shocked. Stephen clenched his fists. Everything that came out of this woman's mouth was a lie! Elizabeth was also taken aback by her declaration. It was true. The maids had informed her that Yvonne had stayed in Stephen’s room all night. Since Stephen lost his sight, Elizabeth had been extremely worried about his marriage prospects, hoping that he would at least have a child to continue the bloodline. However, every single woman she brought to Stephen was thrown out of the room without exception. Only this horrid woman had managed to stay the night. Elizabeth furrowed her brows. Did her grandson’s taste in women change after he lost his sight? At this moment, Charles’ second wife, Camille, approached her and said, "Mother, I think this miserable child looks pitiful. Why don't we keep her for a few days?" "No! This matter cannot be left as it is!" Elizabeth immediately rejected the suggestion. "Of course, we can't let Thomas off the hook. We still have to settle things with him." Camille stared at Yvonne and lowered her voice even further as she said, "Maybe she really knows how to take care of Stephen?" Elizabeth wasn’t fond of the idea. She glared at Yvonne as if she wanted to swallow her whole. Yvonne cowered in a corner, trembling like a leaf. "Since she was brought here to be my wife, I'll handle her myself." Stephen’s icy voice drifted from the balcony, interrupting the commotion. Everyone looked up, but Stephen had already turned around and walked back into his room. Elizabeth relented when she heard Stephen’s decision. She waved her hand for the maids to take Yvonne back to Stephen's room. Then she turned to Camille and ordered, "Find out everything about that horrid creature's background." Chapter 4 Returning to Stephen’s room, Yvonne walked straight toward him. There was no hint of pain or sadness on her face. "Thank you for speaking up for me, Stephen," she said. Before Yvonne could react, Stephen pinned her against the wall. Yvonne didn't resist and stared at him with interest. "Have you made up your mind? When can we register our marriage?" Stephen asked sternly, "What do you want?" He was highly guarded and wary of anyone who tried to force their way into his world. Furthermore, Stephen’s gut told him that Yvonne was no simple woman. "If you don't tell me the truth, I can make you disappear from this world without a trace," he threatened. Yvonne knew that she was playing with fire, but she showed no sign of fear. She reached out and touched Stephen’s eyes. "Would you be interested if I told you that I could restore your sight as long as you promised to marry me?" Stephen grabbed Yvonne's hand and asked, "Do you know what happens to those who lie to me?" "If you don’t believe me, give me seven days to prove it to you. During this time, go along with my treatment. After seven days, you can make your decision based on the results. If there's no improvement, you won't need to kick me out. I'll leave on my own," Yvonne said indifferently. Although her thoughtless words sounded reckless, Stephen couldn’t help but want to trust this woman. He considered her proposal for a moment before letting go of her hand. "Give me a reason to believe you." "No problem. I can administer acupuncture on you right now, and you can decide after trying it." Hearing the patter of her footsteps as she walked away and came back, Stephen hesitated for a moment before finally relenting and sitting on a chair. Yvonne smirked when she saw how tense Stephen looked. His whole body was on high alert and ready to spring at any sign of danger. If she made a slight mistake, he might even put her in danger. Last night, after checking his pulse, Yvonne had already decided on a treatment plan and mapped out the acupuncture points in her mind. She placed the acupuncture needles deftly with just the right amount of pressure. Stephen didn't feel any pain. Instead, he felt an inexplicable sense of relaxation wash over him, as if his tensed nerves and muscles had finally loosened up. Regardless of whether it did anything for his blindness, she was obviously quite skilled at acupuncture just based on her technique. As Stephen relaxed his clenched fists, his intimidating demeanor dissipated a little. When Yvonne removed the last needle, Stephen grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward him. "Where did you learn acupuncture?" "When I was a child, I learned it from an old doctor," Yvonne replied simply. Stephen didn't press her further. "Good, I'll give you seven days," Stephen said. "Right." Yvonne smiled confidently. "If I succeed, you'll have to marry me. How about that?" "Why do you want to marry me?" Stephen furrowed his brows. "As part of the deal, you have to give me something in return. At any rate, I won’t cause you any harm." Yvonne stared at Stephen's face. "With a handsome husband like you, I’m getting the long end of the stick." Stephen remained silent. Over the years, he'd tried numerous methods to regain his sight, but most of them had failed. Now that there was a glimmer of hope, he wasn’t going to let it slip by. When she saw that Stephen wasn’t speaking, Yvonne withdrew her hand and said cheekily, "From now on, I'll have to rely on you to protect me." Stephen grunted in displeasure as he got up and walked away. He could wait for seven days; it was nothing to him. However, if this woman dared to joke about his condition, he would definitely make her regret it. Staring at his back, Yvonne's smile faded. The truth was that she needed a marriage certificate to fulfill the condition on her grandfather’s secret will. She would only be able to inherit Miller Jewels, the Miller family’s jewelry business, once she was married. If it weren’t for that, she wouldn’t have gone to such lengths. Upon further reflection, she realized that it would be better to marry Stephen and become a member of the Anderson family instead of marrying just any man. After all, she still needed someone influential to rely on in Northerna City. She had nothing to lose from this deal. Chapter 5 In less than three days, Elizabeth had collected all the available information on Yvonne. Despite the minuscule amount of data, she was infuriated. "The Jones family really didn't take us seriously! That woman isn't merely ill-looking; she didn’t even graduate from high school! She's just an uneducated country girl!" This time, Camille was speechless as well. Yvonne’s background and appearance were truly an insult to the Anderson family’s reputation. Elizabeth slammed the table. "Let’s go right now! Get a few strong men and take that horrid woman with us! We're going to Miller Villa!" Meanwhile, the Jones family at Miller Villa was unaware of the storm that was about to hit. "Thomas, don’t you think that I gave you a good idea? I told you that the Anderson family's blind son wasn’t in a position to pick and choose. No matter who we send to them, they'll accept her willingly." Monica was quite pleased with herself. "I even managed to keep Kayla safe. With her sharp mind and beauty, she'll definitely marry into a good family and support us." Thomas gave her the side-eye but didn't comment. He'd been feeling restless for the past few days. Deep down, he felt that this matter wasn't going to be resolved easily. However, there was still no news from the Anderson family. Could it be that, as Monica said, the Anderson family was willing to swallow this bitter pill? Just as Thomas was starting to feel relieved, it was abruptly shattered by an unexpected guest. Seconds after the housekeeper reported their arrival, Elizabeth and her entourage barged into the living room. She was utterly furious. "Thomas, you’d better give me a good explanation!" Thomas spotted Yvonne being held hostage by the bodyguards, and a chill ran down his spine. He went forward in a hurry. "Old Mrs. Anderson, what’s the meaning of this? Can't we talk this out?" "I have nothing to talk to you about!" Elizabeth waved her hand, and the bodyguards immediately pushed Yvonne forward. Staggering, Yvonne deliberately stumbled on the ground in front of Thomas. She covered her face with her hands, and her shoulders shook as if she were sobbing, but no one could see the suppressed smirk playing on her lips. She'd been looking forward to this for ages! "Thomas, you're really something. Just look at the kind of woman you sent to our family! Are you deliberately trying to insult me?" Elizabeth’s expression was livid. "That’s more than enough. Either you return the betrothal gifts or hand over Kayla to us! Otherwise, I will tear this place down!" Seeing the situation getting out of hand, Monica stepped forward as well. "Old Mrs. Anderson, did Yvonne do anything to offend you? She's still young..." "Bah!" In her anger, Elizabeth couldn’t care less about etiquette. "Don't you dare push the blame onto her. It's obviously you two who deliberately cooked up this plan to mess with my family! Do you really think that I’m a confused old lady who can't tell right from wrong?" "This..." Monica choked on her own saliva and turned to Thomas for help. They couldn't let Elizabeth take Kayla away. Thomas looked hesitant, still clueless about what to say. Elizabeth lost her patience and ordered the bodyguards harshly, "Go, bring Kayla to me!" In no time, two bodyguards brought Kayla to the living room. Kayla was struggling and screamed, "I would rather die than marry that blind man!" Elizabeth gave her a loud slap on the cheek that made Kayla’s head spin. "Who do you think you are? Since your father accepted our betrothal gifts, you now belong to the Anderson family! It seems that your parents failed to bring you up well, so I'll make sure you learn some discipline!" Elizabeth said, shaking with anger. "Even if Stephen's blind, you have no right to complain. With your dismal background, you should be grateful for this golden opportunity to be part of my family!" "Old Mrs. Anderson, let’s be frank now that things have come to this point of no return," Monica sneered sarcastically. "A blind man like Stephen is finally married, and to the only heiress of the Miller family too. They suit each other perfectly. Do you think you're in any position to complain?" Chapter 6 "Monica!" Thomas tried to stop her in dismay. "Very well!" Elizabeth laughed mockingly, clapping her hands. "I can finally see why your daughter's such a spoiled brat. Like mother, like daughter." Elizabeth had been doubtful when Yvonne tearfully told her what had actually happened a few days ago. Yet she was fully convinced now. Monica was not only materialistic but also a cruel and despicable woman. "Men, hold this woman down and slap her so that she knows her place!" Elizabeth ordered, and two bodyguards rushed forward. One held Monica down while the other slapped her ruthlessly. Monica’s screams and the sound of the slaps echoed in the living room while Kayla cried and begged them to stop. Yvonne was secretly enjoying the satisfaction. It was a shame that she couldn’t personally lend a hand in beating Monica up. At this moment, a sedan entered the courtyard. The license plate seemed very familiar to the bodyguards stationed outside. A man stepped out of the car. When the bodyguards saw who it was, they were stunned before quickly running into the living room to report his arrival. "Madam, Mr. Anderson is here." Elizabeth was shocked as she looked at the door incredulously. "Stephen's here?" Stephen hadn't set foot outside since he lost his eyesight. He wouldn't listen to anyone's advice to leave the mansion. Why did he come to Miller Villa today? It was unbelievable! Elizabeth felt like she was in a dream as she watched Stephen walk through the door with a cane in his hand. Everyone in the living room fell silent at Stephen's arrival. They stared at him with widened eyes, afraid to even breathe too loudly. Stephen broke the silence. "Grandma, why did you bring my wife back to her parents' home without telling me?" His question took everyone by surprise. What did he mean? With his dull eyes, Stephen turned left and right, seemingly searching for someone. "Where's Yvonne?" Reading the situation quickly, Yvonne stepped forward and headed straight for Stephen. "Stephen, why did you leave the mansion?" "I woke up from my nap and couldn't find you. When I asked the maids, they told me that you'd gone out with Grandma." Stephen reached out his hand, and Yvonne understood immediately, wrapping her hand around his. The two looked like a newlywed couple, completely enamored with each other. However, the scene was a little too much to take in at first sight for outsiders. They both are inormal... No matter how affectionate they were, it was a strange picture to behold. "Grandma, I’ve brought some gifts for my father- and mother-in-law. Can you help me arrange it?" As Stephen was blind, he had no idea of the chaos that had erupted in the living room just now. His only thought was to take Yvonne home as soon as possible. Yvonne could feel the cold sweat on Stephen’s hand and noticed his anxiety. She turned to Elizabeth and begged, "Grandma, can I go home with Stephen first?" Elizabeth furrowed her brows as she stared at Yvonne. She wasn't pleased with this hideous granddaughter-in-law of hers. However, Stephen had finally left the mansion and appeared in public because of her. In addition, Elizabeth felt somewhat calmer now. The situation had gotten so out of hand that the embarrassment was getting too much to bear. After much hesitation, she waved her hand in resignation and said, "Forget it. You two go back first; I'll handle the rest." Yvonne gave Stephen a helping hand as they walked out, but she came to a halt all of a sudden, as if she remembered something. She turned to Thomas and said in a beseeching tone, "Father, when will you give me my dowry?" It was an item Thomas had promised to return to her after she got married. With Elizabeth around, he couldn’t go back on his word. Hearing this, Thomas' face twisted in anger, but he could only grit his teeth and respond, "Alright, I'll go get it now." Monica knew exactly what Yvonne wanted. Her furious gaze bore into Yvonne, giving her a death stare. That horrible woman deliberately came here to provoke her! Chapter 7 Thomas went to his study and returned with a box made out of redwood. He handed it over to Yvonne. Yvonne smiled and obediently said, "Thank you, Father." Thomas gritted his teeth. "No need to thank me. Just make sure you live happily with Mr. Anderson." In other words, once she took the gift, she should never return home again. Yvonne had no intention of following his wishes. This was only the start of her revenge. She said teasingly, "Don't worry, I'll bring Mr. Anderson home to visit both of you often." Thomas was so mad that his expression became stormy. In the car, Stephen stretched out his hand. "What did you get from your father?" "It’s my late mother’s last masterpiece, a ruby necklace," Yvonne replied. She opened the box. A luxurious and extravagant ruby necklace, Treasured Love, was lying inside. It had finally returned to her after so many years! But when Yvonne remembered that her mother's love for Thomas had inspired the creation of this necklace, she slammed the box shut. Her hatred for Thomas boiled inside her. He didn’t deserve to possess this Treasured Love! It would be an insult and a disservice to such an exquisite necklace! Last year, Yvonne saw a photo of Monica walking the red carpet with the necklace around her neck. The masterpiece caught the attention and focus of major fashion magazines around the world. Just thinking about it made Yvonne grit her teeth with anger. She was determined to take back everything they had stolen from her and pay them back for all their evil deeds! "I hope something so troublesome like this will only occur once. There should be no next time," Stephen warned coldly. Yvonne snapped out of her thoughts and looked at Stephen's hand. Once a person lost their sight, it was inevitable that he would become more vulnerable and anxious in unfamiliar environments. She'd never expected Stephen to show up at Miller Villa. She pursed her lips. "Thank you for coming." Stephen turned his face away and said indifferently, "Don't thank me. I didn’t do it out of the kindness of my heart." If Yvonne had been of no value to him, he couldn’t care less about what would have happened to her. Elizabeth wasn't someone to be trifled with. She threatened the Jones family to behave themselves; otherwise, she would drive them out of Northerna City. Her threat made it crystal clear that the feud between the Anderson family and the Jones family had begun. After seeing Elizabeth off, Thomas turned around and slapped Monica. "This is all your fault! Now that we’ve offended the Andersons, we're doomed!" Monica cried, holding her burning cheek. "Do you think I wanted this to happen? The Anderson family forced our hand! Why should I marry my precious daughter off to a blind man?" Thomas was so furious that he raised his hand to slap her again, but Kayla stopped him. "Dad, Mom did this because of me! If you want to hit someone, hit me!" "Kayla, let him slap me! If he has the guts, he might as well make me vanish on the earth!" Watching them sob in each other's arms, Thomas had nowhere to vent his anger, so he stamped his foot and left in a rage. With tears running down her cheeks, Kayla asked, "Mom, what should we do now?" "Don't be intimidated by your dad's words." Monica wiped away Kayla's tears and comforted her. "Besides, the feud between the Anderson family and the Robinson family has been going on for a long time. Being on bad terms with the Andersons may actually help you marry into the Robinson family." There were four elite families in Northerna City: the Andersons, the Robinsons, the Johnsons, and the Dawsons. Although the Andersons had the most influence, the Robinson family was a close second. Getting into the Robinson family was their true goal. "But..." When Kayla thought of how loving Yvonne and Stephen seemed, she couldn’t help feeling resentful. "If Yvonne truly becomes part of the Anderson family, didn’t we just do her a favor for nothing?" Monica sneered. "My girl, don’t you know who Stephen is? He's known to be a ruthless man. Sooner or later, Yvonne will be planted his hands!" It was rumored that Stephen was merciless to the point that he would even sacrifice his own family, let alone a nobody like Yvonne. | Listen to books | 145 | https://facebook.com/100093148902033 | 0 | LEARN_MORE | 1692514800 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Yvonne Miller sat at the dressing table in her wedding gown. She carefully hid the terrible scar on her left cheek with her bridal veil. That looked much better. Today was supposed to be her big day as she was marrying into the Anderson family. However, the voices outside her door were getting on her nerves. "Mother, will the Anderson family really accept a country girl like her into their family?" "What else can we do? Would you rather marry that blind man?" Kayla Jones frowned and pouted as she looked at her mother, Monica Langley. "No way! A blind man like Stephen is useless to me! I won't ruin my future by marrying him!" Stephen Anderson was not only blind; he was also sickly and needed to take countless medications every day. With his condition, there was no telling how much longer he'd live. Kayla didn't want to be a widow at such a young age. Before Monica could reply, the door opened. Yvonne emerged from her room, giving them a cold glance as she walked past. Although Yvonne’s face was covered by a veil, the frosty look in her eyes sent chills running down Monica's and Kayla’s spines. Yvonne stalked right up to Thomas. "You'd better keep your promise to me," Yvonne muttered as she walked past him and went down the stairs without looking back. Although the villa was named Miller Villa, no one with the last name Miller had lived here for the past ten years. When Yvonne was eight years old, both her mother and grandfather passed away, leaving Yvonne as the Miller family's lone heir. Her father, Thomas Jones, was only a son-in-law who'd married into the family. He'd taken advantage of the Miller family’s wealth before marrying Monica. They had two daughters, Katie and Kayla Jones. For two years after that, Yvonne suffered constant humiliation and torture. Although she was the only daughter of the Miller family, she was treated worse than an animal. To make matters worse, her stepsister, Kayla Jones, had marred her face with a scar. When that incident occurred, Monica concocted a lie to protect Kayla, putting all the blame on Yvonne instead. In a fit of rage, Thomas banished Yvonne to the countryside. For many years, no one cared about her. It wasn't until Kayla was forced to marry Stephen thanks to Thomas owing the Anderson family a large sum of money that they finally remembered Yvonne’s existence. "Get in the car. We don't want to be late," the driver urged impatiently, pulling Yvonne out of her reverie. Yvonne stared at Miller Villa, her lips curving in a mocking smile. One day, she would make them regret the decision they made today. She silently vowed to reclaim everything that belonged to the Miller family. Two hours later, Yvonne arrived at Anderson Mansion, but there was no sign of any preparation for the wedding ceremony. Yvonne followed a maid up to the second floor where they stopped outside a door at the end of the corridor. "Get out!" A roar came from inside the room, startling both Yvonne and the maid. The maid tried to remain calm as she said, "You can go in by yourself." In a blink of an eye, Yvonne found herself alone at the door. Before she'd returned to Northerna City, Yvonne had investigated the Anderson family. Philip Anderson had three sons—Charles, William, and Harry. Stephen was the eldest son of Charles Anderson and Diane Robinson; however, he was the second-eldest among his cousins. Soon after he was born, Stephen's mother passed away, and Charles married a famous actress, Camille Sharpe. In terms of family background, talent, and ability, Stephen blew his peers out of the water. At a young age, he was entrusted with the management of Anderson Group. Alas, he had gone blind due to an accident. If not for his disability, Stephen would've been the most distinguished and revered person in Northerna City, rather than the outcast that everyone shunned. Although their childhood experiences were similar, Stephen was still luckier than her. Yvonne took a deep breath and slowly turned the doorknob in her hand. As soon as the door opened, a vase came flying toward her. Without hesitation, Yvonne dodged, and the flying vase smashed into a thousand tiny pieces behind her. Phew, that was close. The vase had been aimed directly at her face! Was he attempting to blame his own wife? The lights were switched off, and the room was in total darkness. Yvonne could barely make out a blurry figure in the distance. Without thinking twice, she reached out and turned on the light. As the lights came on, Yvonne finally saw her groom for the first time. The man stood more than six feet tall. He had defined features and impeccable bone structure. His jawline was sharp and perfectly contoured. This guy was drop-dead gorgeous! His only flaw was his eyes that were dull and had no shine at all. His pitch-black pupils were like an abyss. Yvonne started to feel a bit sorry for the man, but his next words quickly extinguished her pity. "Marrying a blind man for money—don't you think you're downright despicable?" Chapter 2 When she heard Stephen’s words, Yvonne smirked. "Throwing shade on yourself to mock me, huh? You’re quite ruthless yourself." "You..." Stephen frowned. "Thomas sold you off to pay his debt. Why aren’t you resentful? You even seem to be happy about it. How dumb can you be?" "I heard he owed your family 100 million dollars. I never thought I'd be worth that much myself." Yvonne tiptoed around the mess Stephen had made and smiled at him sweetly. "If I understand what you mean—I’m just a commodity to be sold. Since you wish to return me, you should look for the man who agreed to the deal in the first place. Why are you venting your anger on me?" "You..." Stephen struggled to think of a retort. He could already imagine the smug look on the woman's face. While he was at a loss for words, Yvonne took the opportunity to discuss the matter at hand. "Actually, I'm not Kayla Jones. My name's Yvonne Miller. I'm the daughter Thomas had with his first wife and the heiress of the Miller family. You won't lose out by marrying me. However, I have to warn you that my appearance is far behind your expectations." Taking a breath, Yvonne piped up cheerfully, "But that’s not important anyway! Since I’m not pretty and you're blind, we’re a perfect match. Let’s make the best of things and register our marriage tomorrow." Stephen’s head was spinning because of Yvonne’s constant chattering. He couldn’t believe how shameless this woman was. Seeing that she wasn’t going to budge, Stephen jumped into action. He grabbed Yvonne’s arm and dragged her out, almost tripping on the items he'd thrown on the floor. "I'm telling you the truth. Why won’t you consider it?" Yvonne pleaded. "Shut up!" Stephen roared in anger. "Even though I’m blind, I won’t let a woman dictate my life!" "I'm not trying to dictate your life; I just…" Before Stephen could throw her out, Yvonne found her footing and resisted him. "Stephen, I'm not leaving this room tonight!" "You don't have a choice!" Stephen tried to evict her by force, but Yvonne whirled around and tried to fight back. Unexpectedly, Stephen managed to stop the attack by grabbing her wrist accurately. Having been blind for years, his other senses were heightened, and he'd already learned to gauge his opponent's position and direction of attack by listening to the sound of air movements. Stephen furrowed his brows. "Where did you learn how to fight?" "I don't know what you're talking about." Yvonne played dumb. "I just want to stay here. If you drive me away, I can only go back to the countryside. Besides, Thomas would come after me." "Don’t lie to me." Stephen pinched Yvonne's cheek, his hollow eyes sharp and intimidating. "What's your motive for marrying me?" Yvonne felt a little guilty. "Let go of me." "Answer me first!" Stephen insisted. "You're a grown man, aren’t you? Why are you so difficult to deal with?" As Yvonne struggled, Stephen's fingertips brushed against the scar on her face. His keen sense of touch noted the strange sensation. Subconsciously, he grazed his fingers carefully across her cheek and confirmed that it was a scar, but the texture was unusual. "Your scar…" It was fake. Before Stephen could say those three words, he felt a dull ache at the back of his neck. His vision went black, and he fell into Yvonne's arms. Yvonne tried to hold him up, feeling annoyed. Why did he have to run his hands over her face? She used all her strength to drag Stephen onto the bed and collapsed beside him, panting. After catching her breath, she turned to look at him. She had to admit that he was physically very attractive. It was a pity he was blind—and an unreasonable blind man at that. Come to think of it, it wasn’t out of the ordinary for Stephen to have a short temper. Judging from the situation and his behavior tonight, Stephen had probably lost his status and power overnight after becoming blind. He was now an outcast of the Anderson family that no one cared about. The feeling of being abandoned and looked down upon was all too familiar to Yvonne. Her curiosity was piqued, and she reached out to check Stephen's pulse. After a moment, Yvonne frowned thoughtfully. There really was something strange about his blindness. Since she'd hoped to rely on Stephen to help regain her family’s wealth, she couldn’t let anything untoward happen to him. Just as she made up her mind, Yvonne caught sight of a flickering red light in the upper left corner of the ceiling. There were surveillance cameras installed in Stephen’s bedroom. What underhanded tricks were these elite families capable of? Chapter 3 The next day, Stephen was awakened by a commotion outside. Frowning, he opened his eyes. As expected, he still couldn’t see anything. He shld have stopped hoping for a miracle anyway. Stephen made his way out of bed. The soreness in the back of his neck reminded him that last night wasn't a dream. He gritted his teeth in anger. How dare that woman lay her hands on him? She was looking for trouble! "The Jones family really had the nerve to send such an inappropriate woman to deceive our family. They must've thought that I’m an old lady with one foot in the grave! Send this woman back to where she belongs at once. Tell the Jones that if they don't pay back the money by today, I'll come after them!" Stephen could hear every word coming from the courtyard clearly as the glass door to his balcony was open. It seemed his grandmother, Elizabeth Anderson, had discovered that the Jones family sent an inferior substitute to be Stephen’s wife. Since becoming blind, Stephen had lost all interest in other people and events in the outside world. But strangely, he felt an unexpected desire to witness the humiliation and ridicule the shameless woman would face. Stephen got up and confidently made his way to the balcony, as he was familiar with the layout of his room. When he got there, he heard the woman pleading for mercy. "Madam Elizabeth, please don’t send me back! My stepmother will make me vanish on the earth!" Yvonne grabbed onto Elizabeth’s leg, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Don't try to fool me with your acting! Look at yourself in the mirror and see what a monster you are! You don’t even deserve to step on our property!" Elizabeth gave Yvonne a kick. She'd been utterly shocked when Yvonne appeared this morning and greeted her. When Yvonne started crying, she looked even more horrifying. The intersecting scars on her left cheek looked like centipedes crawling on her skin! Yvonne fell to the ground and wiped her tears. "Madam Elizabeth, as long as you spare my family and I, I'm willing to work like a slave for the Anderson family. I'll never dream of becoming the mistress of the family! I didn't want to help them deceive you, but I had no choice. If I didn't obey their wishes, I would've been horribly tortured! I’m truly innocent!" She cried and sobbed uncontrollably. Stephen’s temples throbbed as he listened in on the conversation. Was this the same woman from last night? He distinctly remembered her as a cheeky and reckless woman. There had been no sign that she was forced into this marriage. Soon, he realized that Yvonne was merely putting on an act. Although her words made it sound like she was on Thomas' side, she was actually shifting the blame to him! "Furthermore, Stephen and I already..." Yvonne buried her face in her hands, as if she were overwhelmed with sorrow. "If you send me back now, what am I to do? My whole life will be ruined!" Everyone present was shocked. Stephen clenched his fists. Everything that came out of this woman's mouth was a lie! Elizabeth was also taken aback by her declaration. It was true. The maids had informed her that Yvonne had stayed in Stephen’s room all night. Since Stephen lost his sight, Elizabeth had been extremely worried about his marriage prospects, hoping that he would at least have a child to continue the bloodline. However, every single woman she brought to Stephen was thrown out of the room without exception. Only this horrid woman had managed to stay the night. Elizabeth furrowed her brows. Did her grandson’s taste in women change after he lost his sight? At this moment, Charles’ second wife, Camille, approached her and said, "Mother, I think this miserable child looks pitiful. Why don't we keep her for a few days?" "No! This matter cannot be left as it is!" Elizabeth immediately rejected the suggestion. "Of course, we can't let Thomas off the hook. We still have to settle things with him." Camille stared at Yvonne and lowered her voice even further as she said, "Maybe she really knows how to take care of Stephen?" Elizabeth wasn’t fond of the idea. She glared at Yvonne as if she wanted to swallow her whole. Yvonne cowered in a corner, trembling like a leaf. "Since she was brought here to be my wife, I'll handle her myself." Stephen’s icy voice drifted from the balcony, interrupting the commotion. Everyone looked up, but Stephen had already turned around and walked back into his room. Elizabeth relented when she heard Stephen’s decision. She waved her hand for the maids to take Yvonne back to Stephen's room. Then she turned to Camille and ordered, "Find out everything about that horrid creature's background." Chapter 4 Returning to Stephen’s room, Yvonne walked straight toward him. There was no hint of pain or sadness on her face. "Thank you for speaking up for me, Stephen," she said. Before Yvonne could react, Stephen pinned her against the wall. Yvonne didn't resist and stared at him with interest. "Have you made up your mind? When can we register our marriage?" Stephen asked sternly, "What do you want?" He was highly guarded and wary of anyone who tried to force their way into his world. Furthermore, Stephen’s gut told him that Yvonne was no simple woman. "If you don't tell me the truth, I can make you disappear from this world without a trace," he threatened. Yvonne knew that she was playing with fire, but she showed no sign of fear. She reached out and touched Stephen’s eyes. "Would you be interested if I told you that I could restore your sight as long as you promised to marry me?" Stephen grabbed Yvonne's hand and asked, "Do you know what happens to those who lie to me?" "If you don’t believe me, give me seven days to prove it to you. During this time, go along with my treatment. After seven days, you can make your decision based on the results. If there's no improvement, you won't need to kick me out. I'll leave on my own," Yvonne said indifferently. Although her thoughtless words sounded reckless, Stephen couldn’t help but want to trust this woman. He considered her proposal for a moment before letting go of her hand. "Give me a reason to believe you." "No problem. I can administer acupuncture on you right now, and you can decide after trying it." Hearing the patter of her footsteps as she walked away and came back, Stephen hesitated for a moment before finally relenting and sitting on a chair. Yvonne smirked when she saw how tense Stephen looked. His whole body was on high alert and ready to spring at any sign of danger. If she made a slight mistake, he might even put her in danger. Last night, after checking his pulse, Yvonne had already decided on a treatment plan and mapped out the acupuncture points in her mind. She placed the acupuncture needles deftly with just the right amount of pressure. Stephen didn't feel any pain. Instead, he felt an inexplicable sense of relaxation wash over him, as if his tensed nerves and muscles had finally loosened up. Regardless of whether it did anything for his blindness, she was obviously quite skilled at acupuncture just based on her technique. As Stephen relaxed his clenched fists, his intimidating demeanor dissipated a little. When Yvonne removed the last needle, Stephen grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward him. "Where did you learn acupuncture?" "When I was a child, I learned it from an old doctor," Yvonne replied simply. Stephen didn't press her further. "Good, I'll give you seven days," Stephen said. "Right." Yvonne smiled confidently. "If I succeed, you'll have to marry me. How about that?" "Why do you want to marry me?" Stephen furrowed his brows. "As part of the deal, you have to give me something in return. At any rate, I won’t cause you any harm." Yvonne stared at Stephen's face. "With a handsome husband like you, I’m getting the long end of the stick." Stephen remained silent. Over the years, he'd tried numerous methods to regain his sight, but most of them had failed. Now that there was a glimmer of hope, he wasn’t going to let it slip by. When she saw that Stephen wasn’t speaking, Yvonne withdrew her hand and said cheekily, "From now on, I'll have to rely on you to protect me." Stephen grunted in displeasure as he got up and walked away. He could wait for seven days; it was nothing to him. However, if this woman dared to joke about his condition, he would definitely make her regret it. Staring at his back, Yvonne's smile faded. The truth was that she needed a marriage certificate to fulfill the condition on her grandfather’s secret will. She would only be able to inherit Miller Jewels, the Miller family’s jewelry business, once she was married. If it weren’t for that, she wouldn’t have gone to such lengths. Upon further reflection, she realized that it would be better to marry Stephen and become a member of the Anderson family instead of marrying just any man. After all, she still needed someone influential to rely on in Northerna City. She had nothing to lose from this deal. Chapter 5 In less than three days, Elizabeth had collected all the available information on Yvonne. Despite the minuscule amount of data, she was infuriated. "The Jones family really didn't take us seriously! That woman isn't merely ill-looking; she didn’t even graduate from high school! She's just an uneducated country girl!" This time, Camille was speechless as well. Yvonne’s background and appearance were truly an insult to the Anderson family’s reputation. Elizabeth slammed the table. "Let’s go right now! Get a few strong men and take that horrid woman with us! We're going to Miller Villa!" Meanwhile, the Jones family at Miller Villa was unaware of the storm that was about to hit. "Thomas, don’t you think that I gave you a good idea? I told you that the Anderson family's blind son wasn’t in a position to pick and choose. No matter who we send to them, they'll accept her willingly." Monica was quite pleased with herself. "I even managed to keep Kayla safe. With her sharp mind and beauty, she'll definitely marry into a good family and support us." Thomas gave her the side-eye but didn't comment. He'd been feeling restless for the past few days. Deep down, he felt that this matter wasn't going to be resolved easily. However, there was still no news from the Anderson family. Could it be that, as Monica said, the Anderson family was willing to swallow this bitter pill? Just as Thomas was starting to feel relieved, it was abruptly shattered by an unexpected guest. Seconds after the housekeeper reported their arrival, Elizabeth and her entourage barged into the living room. She was utterly furious. "Thomas, you’d better give me a good explanation!" Thomas spotted Yvonne being held hostage by the bodyguards, and a chill ran down his spine. He went forward in a hurry. "Old Mrs. Anderson, what’s the meaning of this? Can't we talk this out?" "I have nothing to talk to you about!" Elizabeth waved her hand, and the bodyguards immediately pushed Yvonne forward. Staggering, Yvonne deliberately stumbled on the ground in front of Thomas. She covered her face with her hands, and her shoulders shook as if she were sobbing, but no one could see the suppressed smirk playing on her lips. She'd been looking forward to this for ages! "Thomas, you're really something. Just look at the kind of woman you sent to our family! Are you deliberately trying to insult me?" Elizabeth’s expression was livid. "That’s more than enough. Either you return the betrothal gifts or hand over Kayla to us! Otherwise, I will tear this place down!" Seeing the situation getting out of hand, Monica stepped forward as well. "Old Mrs. Anderson, did Yvonne do anything to offend you? She's still young..." "Bah!" In her anger, Elizabeth couldn’t care less about etiquette. "Don't you dare push the blame onto her. It's obviously you two who deliberately cooked up this plan to mess with my family! Do you really think that I’m a confused old lady who can't tell right from wrong?" "This..." Monica choked on her own saliva and turned to Thomas for help. They couldn't let Elizabeth take Kayla away. Thomas looked hesitant, still clueless about what to say. Elizabeth lost her patience and ordered the bodyguards harshly, "Go, bring Kayla to me!" In no time, two bodyguards brought Kayla to the living room. Kayla was struggling and screamed, "I would rather die than marry that blind man!" Elizabeth gave her a loud slap on the cheek that made Kayla’s head spin. "Who do you think you are? Since your father accepted our betrothal gifts, you now belong to the Anderson family! It seems that your parents failed to bring you up well, so I'll make sure you learn some discipline!" Elizabeth said, shaking with anger. "Even if Stephen's blind, you have no right to complain. With your dismal background, you should be grateful for this golden opportunity to be part of my family!" "Old Mrs. Anderson, let’s be frank now that things have come to this point of no return," Monica sneered sarcastically. "A blind man like Stephen is finally married, and to the only heiress of the Miller family too. They suit each other perfectly. Do you think you're in any position to complain?" Chapter 6 "Monica!" Thomas tried to stop her in dismay. "Very well!" Elizabeth laughed mockingly, clapping her hands. "I can finally see why your daughter's such a spoiled brat. Like mother, like daughter." Elizabeth had been doubtful when Yvonne tearfully told her what had actually happened a few days ago. Yet she was fully convinced now. Monica was not only materialistic but also a cruel and despicable woman. "Men, hold this woman down and slap her so that she knows her place!" Elizabeth ordered, and two bodyguards rushed forward. One held Monica down while the other slapped her ruthlessly. Monica’s screams and the sound of the slaps echoed in the living room while Kayla cried and begged them to stop. Yvonne was secretly enjoying the satisfaction. It was a shame that she couldn’t personally lend a hand in beating Monica up. At this moment, a sedan entered the courtyard. The license plate seemed very familiar to the bodyguards stationed outside. A man stepped out of the car. When the bodyguards saw who it was, they were stunned before quickly running into the living room to report his arrival. "Madam, Mr. Anderson is here." Elizabeth was shocked as she looked at the door incredulously. "Stephen's here?" Stephen hadn't set foot outside since he lost his eyesight. He wouldn't listen to anyone's advice to leave the mansion. Why did he come to Miller Villa today? It was unbelievable! Elizabeth felt like she was in a dream as she watched Stephen walk through the door with a cane in his hand. Everyone in the living room fell silent at Stephen's arrival. They stared at him with widened eyes, afraid to even breathe too loudly. Stephen broke the silence. "Grandma, why did you bring my wife back to her parents' home without telling me?" His question took everyone by surprise. What did he mean? With his dull eyes, Stephen turned left and right, seemingly searching for someone. "Where's Yvonne?" Reading the situation quickly, Yvonne stepped forward and headed straight for Stephen. "Stephen, why did you leave the mansion?" "I woke up from my nap and couldn't find you. When I asked the maids, they told me that you'd gone out with Grandma." Stephen reached out his hand, and Yvonne understood immediately, wrapping her hand around his. The two looked like a newlywed couple, completely enamored with each other. However, the scene was a little too much to take in at first sight for outsiders. They both are inormal... No matter how affectionate they were, it was a strange picture to behold. "Grandma, I’ve brought some gifts for my father- and mother-in-law. Can you help me arrange it?" As Stephen was blind, he had no idea of the chaos that had erupted in the living room just now. His only thought was to take Yvonne home as soon as possible. Yvonne could feel the cold sweat on Stephen’s hand and noticed his anxiety. She turned to Elizabeth and begged, "Grandma, can I go home with Stephen first?" Elizabeth furrowed her brows as she stared at Yvonne. She wasn't pleased with this hideous granddaughter-in-law of hers. However, Stephen had finally left the mansion and appeared in public because of her. In addition, Elizabeth felt somewhat calmer now. The situation had gotten so out of hand that the embarrassment was getting too much to bear. After much hesitation, she waved her hand in resignation and said, "Forget it. You two go back first; I'll handle the rest." Yvonne gave Stephen a helping hand as they walked out, but she came to a halt all of a sudden, as if she remembered something. She turned to Thomas and said in a beseeching tone, "Father, when will you give me my dowry?" It was an item Thomas had promised to return to her after she got married. With Elizabeth around, he couldn’t go back on his word. Hearing this, Thomas' face twisted in anger, but he could only grit his teeth and respond, "Alright, I'll go get it now." Monica knew exactly what Yvonne wanted. Her furious gaze bore into Yvonne, giving her a death stare. That horrible woman deliberately came here to provoke her! Chapter 7 Thomas went to his study and returned with a box made out of redwood. He handed it over to Yvonne. Yvonne smiled and obediently said, "Thank you, Father." Thomas gritted his teeth. "No need to thank me. Just make sure you live happily with Mr. Anderson." In other words, once she took the gift, she should never return home again. Yvonne had no intention of following his wishes. This was only the start of her revenge. She said teasingly, "Don't worry, I'll bring Mr. Anderson home to visit both of you often." Thomas was so mad that his expression became stormy. In the car, Stephen stretched out his hand. "What did you get from your father?" "It’s my late mother’s last masterpiece, a ruby necklace," Yvonne replied. She opened the box. A luxurious and extravagant ruby necklace, Treasured Love, was lying inside. It had finally returned to her after so many years! But when Yvonne remembered that her mother's love for Thomas had inspired the creation of this necklace, she slammed the box shut. Her hatred for Thomas boiled inside her. He didn’t deserve to possess this Treasured Love! It would be an insult and a disservice to such an exquisite necklace! Last year, Yvonne saw a photo of Monica walking the red carpet with the necklace around her neck. The masterpiece caught the attention and focus of major fashion magazines around the world. Just thinking about it made Yvonne grit her teeth with anger. She was determined to take back everything they had stolen from her and pay them back for all their evil deeds! "I hope something so troublesome like this will only occur once. There should be no next time," Stephen warned coldly. Yvonne snapped out of her thoughts and looked at Stephen's hand. Once a person lost their sight, it was inevitable that he would become more vulnerable and anxious in unfamiliar environments. She'd never expected Stephen to show up at Miller Villa. She pursed her lips. "Thank you for coming." Stephen turned his face away and said indifferently, "Don't thank me. I didn’t do it out of the kindness of my heart." If Yvonne had been of no value to him, he couldn’t care less about what would have happened to her. Elizabeth wasn't someone to be trifled with. She threatened the Jones family to behave themselves; otherwise, she would drive them out of Northerna City. Her threat made it crystal clear that the feud between the Anderson family and the Jones family had begun. After seeing Elizabeth off, Thomas turned around and slapped Monica. "This is all your fault! Now that we’ve offended the Andersons, we're doomed!" Monica cried, holding her burning cheek. "Do you think I wanted this to happen? The Anderson family forced our hand! Why should I marry my precious daughter off to a blind man?" Thomas was so furious that he raised his hand to slap her again, but Kayla stopped him. "Dad, Mom did this because of me! If you want to hit someone, hit me!" "Kayla, let him slap me! If he has the guts, he might as well make me vanish on the earth!" Watching them sob in each other's arms, Thomas had nowhere to vent his anger, so he stamped his foot and left in a rage. With tears running down her cheeks, Kayla asked, "Mom, what should we do now?" "Don't be intimidated by your dad's words." Monica wiped away Kayla's tears and comforted her. "Besides, the feud between the Anderson family and the Robinson family has been going on for a long time. Being on bad terms with the Andersons may actually help you marry into the Robinson family." There were four elite families in Northerna City: the Andersons, the Robinsons, the Johnsons, and the Dawsons. Although the Andersons had the most influence, the Robinson family was a close second. Getting into the Robinson family was their true goal. "But..." When Kayla thought of how loving Yvonne and Stephen seemed, she couldn’t help feeling resentful. "If Yvonne truly becomes part of the Anderson family, didn’t we just do her a favor for nothing?" Monica sneered. "My girl, don’t you know who Stephen is? He's known to be a ruthless man. Sooner or later, Yvonne will be planted his hands!" It was rumored that Stephen was merciless to the point that he would even sacrifice his own family, let alone a nobody like Yvonne. | Listen to books | 145 | https://facebook.com/100093148902033 | 0 | LEARN_MORE | 1692514800 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Yvonne Miller sat at the dressing table in her wedding gown. She carefully hid the terrible scar on her left cheek with her bridal veil. That looked much better. Today was supposed to be her big day as she was marrying into the Anderson family. However, the voices outside her door were getting on her nerves. "Mother, will the Anderson family really accept a country girl like her into their family?" "What else can we do? Would you rather marry that blind man?" Kayla Jones frowned and pouted as she looked at her mother, Monica Langley. "No way! A blind man like Stephen is useless to me! I won't ruin my future by marrying him!" Stephen Anderson was not only blind; he was also sickly and needed to take countless medications every day. With his condition, there was no telling how much longer he'd live. Kayla didn't want to be a widow at such a young age. Before Monica could reply, the door opened. Yvonne emerged from her room, giving them a cold glance as she walked past. Although Yvonne’s face was covered by a veil, the frosty look in her eyes sent chills running down Monica's and Kayla’s spines. Yvonne stalked right up to Thomas. "You'd better keep your promise to me," Yvonne muttered as she walked past him and went down the stairs without looking back. Although the villa was named Miller Villa, no one with the last name Miller had lived here for the past ten years. When Yvonne was eight years old, both her mother and grandfather passed away, leaving Yvonne as the Miller family's lone heir. Her father, Thomas Jones, was only a son-in-law who'd married into the family. He'd taken advantage of the Miller family’s wealth before marrying Monica. They had two daughters, Katie and Kayla Jones. For two years after that, Yvonne suffered constant humiliation and torture. Although she was the only daughter of the Miller family, she was treated worse than an animal. To make matters worse, her stepsister, Kayla Jones, had marred her face with a scar. When that incident occurred, Monica concocted a lie to protect Kayla, putting all the blame on Yvonne instead. In a fit of rage, Thomas banished Yvonne to the countryside. For many years, no one cared about her. It wasn't until Kayla was forced to marry Stephen thanks to Thomas owing the Anderson family a large sum of money that they finally remembered Yvonne’s existence. "Get in the car. We don't want to be late," the driver urged impatiently, pulling Yvonne out of her reverie. Yvonne stared at Miller Villa, her lips curving in a mocking smile. One day, she would make them regret the decision they made today. She silently vowed to reclaim everything that belonged to the Miller family. Two hours later, Yvonne arrived at Anderson Mansion, but there was no sign of any preparation for the wedding ceremony. Yvonne followed a maid up to the second floor where they stopped outside a door at the end of the corridor. "Get out!" A roar came from inside the room, startling both Yvonne and the maid. The maid tried to remain calm as she said, "You can go in by yourself." In a blink of an eye, Yvonne found herself alone at the door. Before she'd returned to Northerna City, Yvonne had investigated the Anderson family. Philip Anderson had three sons—Charles, William, and Harry. Stephen was the eldest son of Charles Anderson and Diane Robinson; however, he was the second-eldest among his cousins. Soon after he was born, Stephen's mother passed away, and Charles married a famous actress, Camille Sharpe. In terms of family background, talent, and ability, Stephen blew his peers out of the water. At a young age, he was entrusted with the management of Anderson Group. Alas, he had gone blind due to an accident. If not for his disability, Stephen would've been the most distinguished and revered person in Northerna City, rather than the outcast that everyone shunned. Although their childhood experiences were similar, Stephen was still luckier than her. Yvonne took a deep breath and slowly turned the doorknob in her hand. As soon as the door opened, a vase came flying toward her. Without hesitation, Yvonne dodged, and the flying vase smashed into a thousand tiny pieces behind her. Phew, that was close. The vase had been aimed directly at her face! Was he attempting to blame his own wife? The lights were switched off, and the room was in total darkness. Yvonne could barely make out a blurry figure in the distance. Without thinking twice, she reached out and turned on the light. As the lights came on, Yvonne finally saw her groom for the first time. The man stood more than six feet tall. He had defined features and impeccable bone structure. His jawline was sharp and perfectly contoured. This guy was drop-dead gorgeous! His only flaw was his eyes that were dull and had no shine at all. His pitch-black pupils were like an abyss. Yvonne started to feel a bit sorry for the man, but his next words quickly extinguished her pity. "Marrying a blind man for money—don't you think you're downright despicable?" Chapter 2 When she heard Stephen’s words, Yvonne smirked. "Throwing shade on yourself to mock me, huh? You’re quite ruthless yourself." "You..." Stephen frowned. "Thomas sold you off to pay his debt. Why aren’t you resentful? You even seem to be happy about it. How dumb can you be?" "I heard he owed your family 100 million dollars. I never thought I'd be worth that much myself." Yvonne tiptoed around the mess Stephen had made and smiled at him sweetly. "If I understand what you mean—I’m just a commodity to be sold. Since you wish to return me, you should look for the man who agreed to the deal in the first place. Why are you venting your anger on me?" "You..." Stephen struggled to think of a retort. He could already imagine the smug look on the woman's face. While he was at a loss for words, Yvonne took the opportunity to discuss the matter at hand. "Actually, I'm not Kayla Jones. My name's Yvonne Miller. I'm the daughter Thomas had with his first wife and the heiress of the Miller family. You won't lose out by marrying me. However, I have to warn you that my appearance is far behind your expectations." Taking a breath, Yvonne piped up cheerfully, "But that’s not important anyway! Since I’m not pretty and you're blind, we’re a perfect match. Let’s make the best of things and register our marriage tomorrow." Stephen’s head was spinning because of Yvonne’s constant chattering. He couldn’t believe how shameless this woman was. Seeing that she wasn’t going to budge, Stephen jumped into action. He grabbed Yvonne’s arm and dragged her out, almost tripping on the items he'd thrown on the floor. "I'm telling you the truth. Why won’t you consider it?" Yvonne pleaded. "Shut up!" Stephen roared in anger. "Even though I’m blind, I won’t let a woman dictate my life!" "I'm not trying to dictate your life; I just…" Before Stephen could throw her out, Yvonne found her footing and resisted him. "Stephen, I'm not leaving this room tonight!" "You don't have a choice!" Stephen tried to evict her by force, but Yvonne whirled around and tried to fight back. Unexpectedly, Stephen managed to stop the attack by grabbing her wrist accurately. Having been blind for years, his other senses were heightened, and he'd already learned to gauge his opponent's position and direction of attack by listening to the sound of air movements. Stephen furrowed his brows. "Where did you learn how to fight?" "I don't know what you're talking about." Yvonne played dumb. "I just want to stay here. If you drive me away, I can only go back to the countryside. Besides, Thomas would come after me." "Don’t lie to me." Stephen pinched Yvonne's cheek, his hollow eyes sharp and intimidating. "What's your motive for marrying me?" Yvonne felt a little guilty. "Let go of me." "Answer me first!" Stephen insisted. "You're a grown man, aren’t you? Why are you so difficult to deal with?" As Yvonne struggled, Stephen's fingertips brushed against the scar on her face. His keen sense of touch noted the strange sensation. Subconsciously, he grazed his fingers carefully across her cheek and confirmed that it was a scar, but the texture was unusual. "Your scar…" It was fake. Before Stephen could say those three words, he felt a dull ache at the back of his neck. His vision went black, and he fell into Yvonne's arms. Yvonne tried to hold him up, feeling annoyed. Why did he have to run his hands over her face? She used all her strength to drag Stephen onto the bed and collapsed beside him, panting. After catching her breath, she turned to look at him. She had to admit that he was physically very attractive. It was a pity he was blind—and an unreasonable blind man at that. Come to think of it, it wasn’t out of the ordinary for Stephen to have a short temper. Judging from the situation and his behavior tonight, Stephen had probably lost his status and power overnight after becoming blind. He was now an outcast of the Anderson family that no one cared about. The feeling of being abandoned and looked down upon was all too familiar to Yvonne. Her curiosity was piqued, and she reached out to check Stephen's pulse. After a moment, Yvonne frowned thoughtfully. There really was something strange about his blindness. Since she'd hoped to rely on Stephen to help regain her family’s wealth, she couldn’t let anything untoward happen to him. Just as she made up her mind, Yvonne caught sight of a flickering red light in the upper left corner of the ceiling. There were surveillance cameras installed in Stephen’s bedroom. What underhanded tricks were these elite families capable of? Chapter 3 The next day, Stephen was awakened by a commotion outside. Frowning, he opened his eyes. As expected, he still couldn’t see anything. He shld have stopped hoping for a miracle anyway. Stephen made his way out of bed. The soreness in the back of his neck reminded him that last night wasn't a dream. He gritted his teeth in anger. How dare that woman lay her hands on him? She was looking for trouble! "The Jones family really had the nerve to send such an inappropriate woman to deceive our family. They must've thought that I’m an old lady with one foot in the grave! Send this woman back to where she belongs at once. Tell the Jones that if they don't pay back the money by today, I'll come after them!" Stephen could hear every word coming from the courtyard clearly as the glass door to his balcony was open. It seemed his grandmother, Elizabeth Anderson, had discovered that the Jones family sent an inferior substitute to be Stephen’s wife. Since becoming blind, Stephen had lost all interest in other people and events in the outside world. But strangely, he felt an unexpected desire to witness the humiliation and ridicule the shameless woman would face. Stephen got up and confidently made his way to the balcony, as he was familiar with the layout of his room. When he got there, he heard the woman pleading for mercy. "Madam Elizabeth, please don’t send me back! My stepmother will make me vanish on the earth!" Yvonne grabbed onto Elizabeth’s leg, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Don't try to fool me with your acting! Look at yourself in the mirror and see what a monster you are! You don’t even deserve to step on our property!" Elizabeth gave Yvonne a kick. She'd been utterly shocked when Yvonne appeared this morning and greeted her. When Yvonne started crying, she looked even more horrifying. The intersecting scars on her left cheek looked like centipedes crawling on her skin! Yvonne fell to the ground and wiped her tears. "Madam Elizabeth, as long as you spare my family and I, I'm willing to work like a slave for the Anderson family. I'll never dream of becoming the mistress of the family! I didn't want to help them deceive you, but I had no choice. If I didn't obey their wishes, I would've been horribly tortured! I’m truly innocent!" She cried and sobbed uncontrollably. Stephen’s temples throbbed as he listened in on the conversation. Was this the same woman from last night? He distinctly remembered her as a cheeky and reckless woman. There had been no sign that she was forced into this marriage. Soon, he realized that Yvonne was merely putting on an act. Although her words made it sound like she was on Thomas' side, she was actually shifting the blame to him! "Furthermore, Stephen and I already..." Yvonne buried her face in her hands, as if she were overwhelmed with sorrow. "If you send me back now, what am I to do? My whole life will be ruined!" Everyone present was shocked. Stephen clenched his fists. Everything that came out of this woman's mouth was a lie! Elizabeth was also taken aback by her declaration. It was true. The maids had informed her that Yvonne had stayed in Stephen’s room all night. Since Stephen lost his sight, Elizabeth had been extremely worried about his marriage prospects, hoping that he would at least have a child to continue the bloodline. However, every single woman she brought to Stephen was thrown out of the room without exception. Only this horrid woman had managed to stay the night. Elizabeth furrowed her brows. Did her grandson’s taste in women change after he lost his sight? At this moment, Charles’ second wife, Camille, approached her and said, "Mother, I think this miserable child looks pitiful. Why don't we keep her for a few days?" "No! This matter cannot be left as it is!" Elizabeth immediately rejected the suggestion. "Of course, we can't let Thomas off the hook. We still have to settle things with him." Camille stared at Yvonne and lowered her voice even further as she said, "Maybe she really knows how to take care of Stephen?" Elizabeth wasn’t fond of the idea. She glared at Yvonne as if she wanted to swallow her whole. Yvonne cowered in a corner, trembling like a leaf. "Since she was brought here to be my wife, I'll handle her myself." Stephen’s icy voice drifted from the balcony, interrupting the commotion. Everyone looked up, but Stephen had already turned around and walked back into his room. Elizabeth relented when she heard Stephen’s decision. She waved her hand for the maids to take Yvonne back to Stephen's room. Then she turned to Camille and ordered, "Find out everything about that horrid creature's background." Chapter 4 Returning to Stephen’s room, Yvonne walked straight toward him. There was no hint of pain or sadness on her face. "Thank you for speaking up for me, Stephen," she said. Before Yvonne could react, Stephen pinned her against the wall. Yvonne didn't resist and stared at him with interest. "Have you made up your mind? When can we register our marriage?" Stephen asked sternly, "What do you want?" He was highly guarded and wary of anyone who tried to force their way into his world. Furthermore, Stephen’s gut told him that Yvonne was no simple woman. "If you don't tell me the truth, I can make you disappear from this world without a trace," he threatened. Yvonne knew that she was playing with fire, but she showed no sign of fear. She reached out and touched Stephen’s eyes. "Would you be interested if I told you that I could restore your sight as long as you promised to marry me?" Stephen grabbed Yvonne's hand and asked, "Do you know what happens to those who lie to me?" "If you don’t believe me, give me seven days to prove it to you. During this time, go along with my treatment. After seven days, you can make your decision based on the results. If there's no improvement, you won't need to kick me out. I'll leave on my own," Yvonne said indifferently. Although her thoughtless words sounded reckless, Stephen couldn’t help but want to trust this woman. He considered her proposal for a moment before letting go of her hand. "Give me a reason to believe you." "No problem. I can administer acupuncture on you right now, and you can decide after trying it." Hearing the patter of her footsteps as she walked away and came back, Stephen hesitated for a moment before finally relenting and sitting on a chair. Yvonne smirked when she saw how tense Stephen looked. His whole body was on high alert and ready to spring at any sign of danger. If she made a slight mistake, he might even put her in danger. Last night, after checking his pulse, Yvonne had already decided on a treatment plan and mapped out the acupuncture points in her mind. She placed the acupuncture needles deftly with just the right amount of pressure. Stephen didn't feel any pain. Instead, he felt an inexplicable sense of relaxation wash over him, as if his tensed nerves and muscles had finally loosened up. Regardless of whether it did anything for his blindness, she was obviously quite skilled at acupuncture just based on her technique. As Stephen relaxed his clenched fists, his intimidating demeanor dissipated a little. When Yvonne removed the last needle, Stephen grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward him. "Where did you learn acupuncture?" "When I was a child, I learned it from an old doctor," Yvonne replied simply. Stephen didn't press her further. "Good, I'll give you seven days," Stephen said. "Right." Yvonne smiled confidently. "If I succeed, you'll have to marry me. How about that?" "Why do you want to marry me?" Stephen furrowed his brows. "As part of the deal, you have to give me something in return. At any rate, I won’t cause you any harm." Yvonne stared at Stephen's face. "With a handsome husband like you, I’m getting the long end of the stick." Stephen remained silent. Over the years, he'd tried numerous methods to regain his sight, but most of them had failed. Now that there was a glimmer of hope, he wasn’t going to let it slip by. When she saw that Stephen wasn’t speaking, Yvonne withdrew her hand and said cheekily, "From now on, I'll have to rely on you to protect me." Stephen grunted in displeasure as he got up and walked away. He could wait for seven days; it was nothing to him. However, if this woman dared to joke about his condition, he would definitely make her regret it. Staring at his back, Yvonne's smile faded. The truth was that she needed a marriage certificate to fulfill the condition on her grandfather’s secret will. She would only be able to inherit Miller Jewels, the Miller family’s jewelry business, once she was married. If it weren’t for that, she wouldn’t have gone to such lengths. Upon further reflection, she realized that it would be better to marry Stephen and become a member of the Anderson family instead of marrying just any man. After all, she still needed someone influential to rely on in Northerna City. She had nothing to lose from this deal. Chapter 5 In less than three days, Elizabeth had collected all the available information on Yvonne. Despite the minuscule amount of data, she was infuriated. "The Jones family really didn't take us seriously! That woman isn't merely ill-looking; she didn’t even graduate from high school! She's just an uneducated country girl!" This time, Camille was speechless as well. Yvonne’s background and appearance were truly an insult to the Anderson family’s reputation. Elizabeth slammed the table. "Let’s go right now! Get a few strong men and take that horrid woman with us! We're going to Miller Villa!" Meanwhile, the Jones family at Miller Villa was unaware of the storm that was about to hit. "Thomas, don’t you think that I gave you a good idea? I told you that the Anderson family's blind son wasn’t in a position to pick and choose. No matter who we send to them, they'll accept her willingly." Monica was quite pleased with herself. "I even managed to keep Kayla safe. With her sharp mind and beauty, she'll definitely marry into a good family and support us." Thomas gave her the side-eye but didn't comment. He'd been feeling restless for the past few days. Deep down, he felt that this matter wasn't going to be resolved easily. However, there was still no news from the Anderson family. Could it be that, as Monica said, the Anderson family was willing to swallow this bitter pill? Just as Thomas was starting to feel relieved, it was abruptly shattered by an unexpected guest. Seconds after the housekeeper reported their arrival, Elizabeth and her entourage barged into the living room. She was utterly furious. "Thomas, you’d better give me a good explanation!" Thomas spotted Yvonne being held hostage by the bodyguards, and a chill ran down his spine. He went forward in a hurry. "Old Mrs. Anderson, what’s the meaning of this? Can't we talk this out?" "I have nothing to talk to you about!" Elizabeth waved her hand, and the bodyguards immediately pushed Yvonne forward. Staggering, Yvonne deliberately stumbled on the ground in front of Thomas. She covered her face with her hands, and her shoulders shook as if she were sobbing, but no one could see the suppressed smirk playing on her lips. She'd been looking forward to this for ages! "Thomas, you're really something. Just look at the kind of woman you sent to our family! Are you deliberately trying to insult me?" Elizabeth’s expression was livid. "That’s more than enough. Either you return the betrothal gifts or hand over Kayla to us! Otherwise, I will tear this place down!" Seeing the situation getting out of hand, Monica stepped forward as well. "Old Mrs. Anderson, did Yvonne do anything to offend you? She's still young..." "Bah!" In her anger, Elizabeth couldn’t care less about etiquette. "Don't you dare push the blame onto her. It's obviously you two who deliberately cooked up this plan to mess with my family! Do you really think that I’m a confused old lady who can't tell right from wrong?" "This..." Monica choked on her own saliva and turned to Thomas for help. They couldn't let Elizabeth take Kayla away. Thomas looked hesitant, still clueless about what to say. Elizabeth lost her patience and ordered the bodyguards harshly, "Go, bring Kayla to me!" In no time, two bodyguards brought Kayla to the living room. Kayla was struggling and screamed, "I would rather die than marry that blind man!" Elizabeth gave her a loud slap on the cheek that made Kayla’s head spin. "Who do you think you are? Since your father accepted our betrothal gifts, you now belong to the Anderson family! It seems that your parents failed to bring you up well, so I'll make sure you learn some discipline!" Elizabeth said, shaking with anger. "Even if Stephen's blind, you have no right to complain. With your dismal background, you should be grateful for this golden opportunity to be part of my family!" "Old Mrs. Anderson, let’s be frank now that things have come to this point of no return," Monica sneered sarcastically. "A blind man like Stephen is finally married, and to the only heiress of the Miller family too. They suit each other perfectly. Do you think you're in any position to complain?" Chapter 6 "Monica!" Thomas tried to stop her in dismay. "Very well!" Elizabeth laughed mockingly, clapping her hands. "I can finally see why your daughter's such a spoiled brat. Like mother, like daughter." Elizabeth had been doubtful when Yvonne tearfully told her what had actually happened a few days ago. Yet she was fully convinced now. Monica was not only materialistic but also a cruel and despicable woman. "Men, hold this woman down and slap her so that she knows her place!" Elizabeth ordered, and two bodyguards rushed forward. One held Monica down while the other slapped her ruthlessly. Monica’s screams and the sound of the slaps echoed in the living room while Kayla cried and begged them to stop. Yvonne was secretly enjoying the satisfaction. It was a shame that she couldn’t personally lend a hand in beating Monica up. At this moment, a sedan entered the courtyard. The license plate seemed very familiar to the bodyguards stationed outside. A man stepped out of the car. When the bodyguards saw who it was, they were stunned before quickly running into the living room to report his arrival. "Madam, Mr. Anderson is here." Elizabeth was shocked as she looked at the door incredulously. "Stephen's here?" Stephen hadn't set foot outside since he lost his eyesight. He wouldn't listen to anyone's advice to leave the mansion. Why did he come to Miller Villa today? It was unbelievable! Elizabeth felt like she was in a dream as she watched Stephen walk through the door with a cane in his hand. Everyone in the living room fell silent at Stephen's arrival. They stared at him with widened eyes, afraid to even breathe too loudly. Stephen broke the silence. "Grandma, why did you bring my wife back to her parents' home without telling me?" His question took everyone by surprise. What did he mean? With his dull eyes, Stephen turned left and right, seemingly searching for someone. "Where's Yvonne?" Reading the situation quickly, Yvonne stepped forward and headed straight for Stephen. "Stephen, why did you leave the mansion?" "I woke up from my nap and couldn't find you. When I asked the maids, they told me that you'd gone out with Grandma." Stephen reached out his hand, and Yvonne understood immediately, wrapping her hand around his. The two looked like a newlywed couple, completely enamored with each other. However, the scene was a little too much to take in at first sight for outsiders. They both are inormal... No matter how affectionate they were, it was a strange picture to behold. "Grandma, I’ve brought some gifts for my father- and mother-in-law. Can you help me arrange it?" As Stephen was blind, he had no idea of the chaos that had erupted in the living room just now. His only thought was to take Yvonne home as soon as possible. Yvonne could feel the cold sweat on Stephen’s hand and noticed his anxiety. She turned to Elizabeth and begged, "Grandma, can I go home with Stephen first?" Elizabeth furrowed her brows as she stared at Yvonne. She wasn't pleased with this hideous granddaughter-in-law of hers. However, Stephen had finally left the mansion and appeared in public because of her. In addition, Elizabeth felt somewhat calmer now. The situation had gotten so out of hand that the embarrassment was getting too much to bear. After much hesitation, she waved her hand in resignation and said, "Forget it. You two go back first; I'll handle the rest." Yvonne gave Stephen a helping hand as they walked out, but she came to a halt all of a sudden, as if she remembered something. She turned to Thomas and said in a beseeching tone, "Father, when will you give me my dowry?" It was an item Thomas had promised to return to her after she got married. With Elizabeth around, he couldn’t go back on his word. Hearing this, Thomas' face twisted in anger, but he could only grit his teeth and respond, "Alright, I'll go get it now." Monica knew exactly what Yvonne wanted. Her furious gaze bore into Yvonne, giving her a death stare. That horrible woman deliberately came here to provoke her! Chapter 7 Thomas went to his study and returned with a box made out of redwood. He handed it over to Yvonne. Yvonne smiled and obediently said, "Thank you, Father." Thomas gritted his teeth. "No need to thank me. Just make sure you live happily with Mr. Anderson." In other words, once she took the gift, she should never return home again. Yvonne had no intention of following his wishes. This was only the start of her revenge. She said teasingly, "Don't worry, I'll bring Mr. Anderson home to visit both of you often." Thomas was so mad that his expression became stormy. In the car, Stephen stretched out his hand. "What did you get from your father?" "It’s my late mother’s last masterpiece, a ruby necklace," Yvonne replied. She opened the box. A luxurious and extravagant ruby necklace, Treasured Love, was lying inside. It had finally returned to her after so many years! But when Yvonne remembered that her mother's love for Thomas had inspired the creation of this necklace, she slammed the box shut. Her hatred for Thomas boiled inside her. He didn’t deserve to possess this Treasured Love! It would be an insult and a disservice to such an exquisite necklace! Last year, Yvonne saw a photo of Monica walking the red carpet with the necklace around her neck. The masterpiece caught the attention and focus of major fashion magazines around the world. Just thinking about it made Yvonne grit her teeth with anger. She was determined to take back everything they had stolen from her and pay them back for all their evil deeds! "I hope something so troublesome like this will only occur once. There should be no next time," Stephen warned coldly. Yvonne snapped out of her thoughts and looked at Stephen's hand. Once a person lost their sight, it was inevitable that he would become more vulnerable and anxious in unfamiliar environments. She'd never expected Stephen to show up at Miller Villa. She pursed her lips. "Thank you for coming." Stephen turned his face away and said indifferently, "Don't thank me. I didn’t do it out of the kindness of my heart." If Yvonne had been of no value to him, he couldn’t care less about what would have happened to her. Elizabeth wasn't someone to be trifled with. She threatened the Jones family to behave themselves; otherwise, she would drive them out of Northerna City. Her threat made it crystal clear that the feud between the Anderson family and the Jones family had begun. After seeing Elizabeth off, Thomas turned around and slapped Monica. "This is all your fault! Now that we’ve offended the Andersons, we're doomed!" Monica cried, holding her burning cheek. "Do you think I wanted this to happen? The Anderson family forced our hand! Why should I marry my precious daughter off to a blind man?" Thomas was so furious that he raised his hand to slap her again, but Kayla stopped him. "Dad, Mom did this because of me! If you want to hit someone, hit me!" "Kayla, let him slap me! If he has the guts, he might as well make me vanish on the earth!" Watching them sob in each other's arms, Thomas had nowhere to vent his anger, so he stamped his foot and left in a rage. With tears running down her cheeks, Kayla asked, "Mom, what should we do now?" "Don't be intimidated by your dad's words." Monica wiped away Kayla's tears and comforted her. "Besides, the feud between the Anderson family and the Robinson family has been going on for a long time. Being on bad terms with the Andersons may actually help you marry into the Robinson family." There were four elite families in Northerna City: the Andersons, the Robinsons, the Johnsons, and the Dawsons. Although the Andersons had the most influence, the Robinson family was a close second. Getting into the Robinson family was their true goal. "But..." When Kayla thought of how loving Yvonne and Stephen seemed, she couldn’t help feeling resentful. "If Yvonne truly becomes part of the Anderson family, didn’t we just do her a favor for nothing?" Monica sneered. "My girl, don’t you know who Stephen is? He's known to be a ruthless man. Sooner or later, Yvonne will be planted his hands!" It was rumored that Stephen was merciless to the point that he would even sacrifice his own family, let alone a nobody like Yvonne. | Listen to books | 145 | https://facebook.com/100093148902033 | 0 | LEARN_MORE | 1692514800 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Yvonne Miller sat at the dressing table in her wedding gown. She carefully hid the terrible scar on her left cheek with her bridal veil. That looked much better. Today was supposed to be her big day as she was marrying into the Anderson family. However, the voices outside her door were getting on her nerves. "Mother, will the Anderson family really accept a country girl like her into their family?" "What else can we do? Would you rather marry that blind man?" Kayla Jones frowned and pouted as she looked at her mother, Monica Langley. "No way! A blind man like Stephen is useless to me! I won't ruin my future by marrying him!" Stephen Anderson was not only blind; he was also sickly and needed to take countless medications every day. With his condition, there was no telling how much longer he'd live. Kayla didn't want to be a widow at such a young age. Before Monica could reply, the door opened. Yvonne emerged from her room, giving them a cold glance as she walked past. Although Yvonne’s face was covered by a veil, the frosty look in her eyes sent chills running down Monica's and Kayla’s spines. Yvonne stalked right up to Thomas. "You'd better keep your promise to me," Yvonne muttered as she walked past him and went down the stairs without looking back. Although the villa was named Miller Villa, no one with the last name Miller had lived here for the past ten years. When Yvonne was eight years old, both her mother and grandfather passed away, leaving Yvonne as the Miller family's lone heir. Her father, Thomas Jones, was only a son-in-law who'd married into the family. He'd taken advantage of the Miller family’s wealth before marrying Monica. They had two daughters, Katie and Kayla Jones. For two years after that, Yvonne suffered constant humiliation and torture. Although she was the only daughter of the Miller family, she was treated worse than an animal. To make matters worse, her stepsister, Kayla Jones, had marred her face with a scar. When that incident occurred, Monica concocted a lie to protect Kayla, putting all the blame on Yvonne instead. In a fit of rage, Thomas banished Yvonne to the countryside. For many years, no one cared about her. It wasn't until Kayla was forced to marry Stephen thanks to Thomas owing the Anderson family a large sum of money that they finally remembered Yvonne’s existence. "Get in the car. We don't want to be late," the driver urged impatiently, pulling Yvonne out of her reverie. Yvonne stared at Miller Villa, her lips curving in a mocking smile. One day, she would make them regret the decision they made today. She silently vowed to reclaim everything that belonged to the Miller family. Two hours later, Yvonne arrived at Anderson Mansion, but there was no sign of any preparation for the wedding ceremony. Yvonne followed a maid up to the second floor where they stopped outside a door at the end of the corridor. "Get out!" A roar came from inside the room, startling both Yvonne and the maid. The maid tried to remain calm as she said, "You can go in by yourself." In a blink of an eye, Yvonne found herself alone at the door. Before she'd returned to Northerna City, Yvonne had investigated the Anderson family. Philip Anderson had three sons—Charles, William, and Harry. Stephen was the eldest son of Charles Anderson and Diane Robinson; however, he was the second-eldest among his cousins. Soon after he was born, Stephen's mother passed away, and Charles married a famous actress, Camille Sharpe. In terms of family background, talent, and ability, Stephen blew his peers out of the water. At a young age, he was entrusted with the management of Anderson Group. Alas, he had gone blind due to an accident. If not for his disability, Stephen would've been the most distinguished and revered person in Northerna City, rather than the outcast that everyone shunned. Although their childhood experiences were similar, Stephen was still luckier than her. Yvonne took a deep breath and slowly turned the doorknob in her hand. As soon as the door opened, a vase came flying toward her. Without hesitation, Yvonne dodged, and the flying vase smashed into a thousand tiny pieces behind her. Phew, that was close. The vase had been aimed directly at her face! Was he attempting to blame his own wife? The lights were switched off, and the room was in total darkness. Yvonne could barely make out a blurry figure in the distance. Without thinking twice, she reached out and turned on the light. As the lights came on, Yvonne finally saw her groom for the first time. The man stood more than six feet tall. He had defined features and impeccable bone structure. His jawline was sharp and perfectly contoured. This guy was drop-dead gorgeous! His only flaw was his eyes that were dull and had no shine at all. His pitch-black pupils were like an abyss. Yvonne started to feel a bit sorry for the man, but his next words quickly extinguished her pity. "Marrying a blind man for money—don't you think you're downright despicable?" Chapter 2 When she heard Stephen’s words, Yvonne smirked. "Throwing shade on yourself to mock me, huh? You’re quite ruthless yourself." "You..." Stephen frowned. "Thomas sold you off to pay his debt. Why aren’t you resentful? You even seem to be happy about it. How dumb can you be?" "I heard he owed your family 100 million dollars. I never thought I'd be worth that much myself." Yvonne tiptoed around the mess Stephen had made and smiled at him sweetly. "If I understand what you mean—I’m just a commodity to be sold. Since you wish to return me, you should look for the man who agreed to the deal in the first place. Why are you venting your anger on me?" "You..." Stephen struggled to think of a retort. He could already imagine the smug look on the woman's face. While he was at a loss for words, Yvonne took the opportunity to discuss the matter at hand. "Actually, I'm not Kayla Jones. My name's Yvonne Miller. I'm the daughter Thomas had with his first wife and the heiress of the Miller family. You won't lose out by marrying me. However, I have to warn you that my appearance is far behind your expectations." Taking a breath, Yvonne piped up cheerfully, "But that’s not important anyway! Since I’m not pretty and you're blind, we’re a perfect match. Let’s make the best of things and register our marriage tomorrow." Stephen’s head was spinning because of Yvonne’s constant chattering. He couldn’t believe how shameless this woman was. Seeing that she wasn’t going to budge, Stephen jumped into action. He grabbed Yvonne’s arm and dragged her out, almost tripping on the items he'd thrown on the floor. "I'm telling you the truth. Why won’t you consider it?" Yvonne pleaded. "Shut up!" Stephen roared in anger. "Even though I’m blind, I won’t let a woman dictate my life!" "I'm not trying to dictate your life; I just…" Before Stephen could throw her out, Yvonne found her footing and resisted him. "Stephen, I'm not leaving this room tonight!" "You don't have a choice!" Stephen tried to evict her by force, but Yvonne whirled around and tried to fight back. Unexpectedly, Stephen managed to stop the attack by grabbing her wrist accurately. Having been blind for years, his other senses were heightened, and he'd already learned to gauge his opponent's position and direction of attack by listening to the sound of air movements. Stephen furrowed his brows. "Where did you learn how to fight?" "I don't know what you're talking about." Yvonne played dumb. "I just want to stay here. If you drive me away, I can only go back to the countryside. Besides, Thomas would come after me." "Don’t lie to me." Stephen pinched Yvonne's cheek, his hollow eyes sharp and intimidating. "What's your motive for marrying me?" Yvonne felt a little guilty. "Let go of me." "Answer me first!" Stephen insisted. "You're a grown man, aren’t you? Why are you so difficult to deal with?" As Yvonne struggled, Stephen's fingertips brushed against the scar on her face. His keen sense of touch noted the strange sensation. Subconsciously, he grazed his fingers carefully across her cheek and confirmed that it was a scar, but the texture was unusual. "Your scar…" It was fake. Before Stephen could say those three words, he felt a dull ache at the back of his neck. His vision went black, and he fell into Yvonne's arms. Yvonne tried to hold him up, feeling annoyed. Why did he have to run his hands over her face? She used all her strength to drag Stephen onto the bed and collapsed beside him, panting. After catching her breath, she turned to look at him. She had to admit that he was physically very attractive. It was a pity he was blind—and an unreasonable blind man at that. Come to think of it, it wasn’t out of the ordinary for Stephen to have a short temper. Judging from the situation and his behavior tonight, Stephen had probably lost his status and power overnight after becoming blind. He was now an outcast of the Anderson family that no one cared about. The feeling of being abandoned and looked down upon was all too familiar to Yvonne. Her curiosity was piqued, and she reached out to check Stephen's pulse. After a moment, Yvonne frowned thoughtfully. There really was something strange about his blindness. Since she'd hoped to rely on Stephen to help regain her family’s wealth, she couldn’t let anything untoward happen to him. Just as she made up her mind, Yvonne caught sight of a flickering red light in the upper left corner of the ceiling. There were surveillance cameras installed in Stephen’s bedroom. What underhanded tricks were these elite families capable of? Chapter 3 The next day, Stephen was awakened by a commotion outside. Frowning, he opened his eyes. As expected, he still couldn’t see anything. He shld have stopped hoping for a miracle anyway. Stephen made his way out of bed. The soreness in the back of his neck reminded him that last night wasn't a dream. He gritted his teeth in anger. How dare that woman lay her hands on him? She was looking for trouble! "The Jones family really had the nerve to send such an inappropriate woman to deceive our family. They must've thought that I’m an old lady with one foot in the grave! Send this woman back to where she belongs at once. Tell the Jones that if they don't pay back the money by today, I'll come after them!" Stephen could hear every word coming from the courtyard clearly as the glass door to his balcony was open. It seemed his grandmother, Elizabeth Anderson, had discovered that the Jones family sent an inferior substitute to be Stephen’s wife. Since becoming blind, Stephen had lost all interest in other people and events in the outside world. But strangely, he felt an unexpected desire to witness the humiliation and ridicule the shameless woman would face. Stephen got up and confidently made his way to the balcony, as he was familiar with the layout of his room. When he got there, he heard the woman pleading for mercy. "Madam Elizabeth, please don’t send me back! My stepmother will make me vanish on the earth!" Yvonne grabbed onto Elizabeth’s leg, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Don't try to fool me with your acting! Look at yourself in the mirror and see what a monster you are! You don’t even deserve to step on our property!" Elizabeth gave Yvonne a kick. She'd been utterly shocked when Yvonne appeared this morning and greeted her. When Yvonne started crying, she looked even more horrifying. The intersecting scars on her left cheek looked like centipedes crawling on her skin! Yvonne fell to the ground and wiped her tears. "Madam Elizabeth, as long as you spare my family and I, I'm willing to work like a slave for the Anderson family. I'll never dream of becoming the mistress of the family! I didn't want to help them deceive you, but I had no choice. If I didn't obey their wishes, I would've been horribly tortured! I’m truly innocent!" She cried and sobbed uncontrollably. Stephen’s temples throbbed as he listened in on the conversation. Was this the same woman from last night? He distinctly remembered her as a cheeky and reckless woman. There had been no sign that she was forced into this marriage. Soon, he realized that Yvonne was merely putting on an act. Although her words made it sound like she was on Thomas' side, she was actually shifting the blame to him! "Furthermore, Stephen and I already..." Yvonne buried her face in her hands, as if she were overwhelmed with sorrow. "If you send me back now, what am I to do? My whole life will be ruined!" Everyone present was shocked. Stephen clenched his fists. Everything that came out of this woman's mouth was a lie! Elizabeth was also taken aback by her declaration. It was true. The maids had informed her that Yvonne had stayed in Stephen’s room all night. Since Stephen lost his sight, Elizabeth had been extremely worried about his marriage prospects, hoping that he would at least have a child to continue the bloodline. However, every single woman she brought to Stephen was thrown out of the room without exception. Only this horrid woman had managed to stay the night. Elizabeth furrowed her brows. Did her grandson’s taste in women change after he lost his sight? At this moment, Charles’ second wife, Camille, approached her and said, "Mother, I think this miserable child looks pitiful. Why don't we keep her for a few days?" "No! This matter cannot be left as it is!" Elizabeth immediately rejected the suggestion. "Of course, we can't let Thomas off the hook. We still have to settle things with him." Camille stared at Yvonne and lowered her voice even further as she said, "Maybe she really knows how to take care of Stephen?" Elizabeth wasn’t fond of the idea. She glared at Yvonne as if she wanted to swallow her whole. Yvonne cowered in a corner, trembling like a leaf. "Since she was brought here to be my wife, I'll handle her myself." Stephen’s icy voice drifted from the balcony, interrupting the commotion. Everyone looked up, but Stephen had already turned around and walked back into his room. Elizabeth relented when she heard Stephen’s decision. She waved her hand for the maids to take Yvonne back to Stephen's room. Then she turned to Camille and ordered, "Find out everything about that horrid creature's background." Chapter 4 Returning to Stephen’s room, Yvonne walked straight toward him. There was no hint of pain or sadness on her face. "Thank you for speaking up for me, Stephen," she said. Before Yvonne could react, Stephen pinned her against the wall. Yvonne didn't resist and stared at him with interest. "Have you made up your mind? When can we register our marriage?" Stephen asked sternly, "What do you want?" He was highly guarded and wary of anyone who tried to force their way into his world. Furthermore, Stephen’s gut told him that Yvonne was no simple woman. "If you don't tell me the truth, I can make you disappear from this world without a trace," he threatened. Yvonne knew that she was playing with fire, but she showed no sign of fear. She reached out and touched Stephen’s eyes. "Would you be interested if I told you that I could restore your sight as long as you promised to marry me?" Stephen grabbed Yvonne's hand and asked, "Do you know what happens to those who lie to me?" "If you don’t believe me, give me seven days to prove it to you. During this time, go along with my treatment. After seven days, you can make your decision based on the results. If there's no improvement, you won't need to kick me out. I'll leave on my own," Yvonne said indifferently. Although her thoughtless words sounded reckless, Stephen couldn’t help but want to trust this woman. He considered her proposal for a moment before letting go of her hand. "Give me a reason to believe you." "No problem. I can administer acupuncture on you right now, and you can decide after trying it." Hearing the patter of her footsteps as she walked away and came back, Stephen hesitated for a moment before finally relenting and sitting on a chair. Yvonne smirked when she saw how tense Stephen looked. His whole body was on high alert and ready to spring at any sign of danger. If she made a slight mistake, he might even put her in danger. Last night, after checking his pulse, Yvonne had already decided on a treatment plan and mapped out the acupuncture points in her mind. She placed the acupuncture needles deftly with just the right amount of pressure. Stephen didn't feel any pain. Instead, he felt an inexplicable sense of relaxation wash over him, as if his tensed nerves and muscles had finally loosened up. Regardless of whether it did anything for his blindness, she was obviously quite skilled at acupuncture just based on her technique. As Stephen relaxed his clenched fists, his intimidating demeanor dissipated a little. When Yvonne removed the last needle, Stephen grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward him. "Where did you learn acupuncture?" "When I was a child, I learned it from an old doctor," Yvonne replied simply. Stephen didn't press her further. "Good, I'll give you seven days," Stephen said. "Right." Yvonne smiled confidently. "If I succeed, you'll have to marry me. How about that?" "Why do you want to marry me?" Stephen furrowed his brows. "As part of the deal, you have to give me something in return. At any rate, I won’t cause you any harm." Yvonne stared at Stephen's face. "With a handsome husband like you, I’m getting the long end of the stick." Stephen remained silent. Over the years, he'd tried numerous methods to regain his sight, but most of them had failed. Now that there was a glimmer of hope, he wasn’t going to let it slip by. When she saw that Stephen wasn’t speaking, Yvonne withdrew her hand and said cheekily, "From now on, I'll have to rely on you to protect me." Stephen grunted in displeasure as he got up and walked away. He could wait for seven days; it was nothing to him. However, if this woman dared to joke about his condition, he would definitely make her regret it. Staring at his back, Yvonne's smile faded. The truth was that she needed a marriage certificate to fulfill the condition on her grandfather’s secret will. She would only be able to inherit Miller Jewels, the Miller family’s jewelry business, once she was married. If it weren’t for that, she wouldn’t have gone to such lengths. Upon further reflection, she realized that it would be better to marry Stephen and become a member of the Anderson family instead of marrying just any man. After all, she still needed someone influential to rely on in Northerna City. She had nothing to lose from this deal. Chapter 5 In less than three days, Elizabeth had collected all the available information on Yvonne. Despite the minuscule amount of data, she was infuriated. "The Jones family really didn't take us seriously! That woman isn't merely ill-looking; she didn’t even graduate from high school! She's just an uneducated country girl!" This time, Camille was speechless as well. Yvonne’s background and appearance were truly an insult to the Anderson family’s reputation. Elizabeth slammed the table. "Let’s go right now! Get a few strong men and take that horrid woman with us! We're going to Miller Villa!" Meanwhile, the Jones family at Miller Villa was unaware of the storm that was about to hit. "Thomas, don’t you think that I gave you a good idea? I told you that the Anderson family's blind son wasn’t in a position to pick and choose. No matter who we send to them, they'll accept her willingly." Monica was quite pleased with herself. "I even managed to keep Kayla safe. With her sharp mind and beauty, she'll definitely marry into a good family and support us." Thomas gave her the side-eye but didn't comment. He'd been feeling restless for the past few days. Deep down, he felt that this matter wasn't going to be resolved easily. However, there was still no news from the Anderson family. Could it be that, as Monica said, the Anderson family was willing to swallow this bitter pill? Just as Thomas was starting to feel relieved, it was abruptly shattered by an unexpected guest. Seconds after the housekeeper reported their arrival, Elizabeth and her entourage barged into the living room. She was utterly furious. "Thomas, you’d better give me a good explanation!" Thomas spotted Yvonne being held hostage by the bodyguards, and a chill ran down his spine. He went forward in a hurry. "Old Mrs. Anderson, what’s the meaning of this? Can't we talk this out?" "I have nothing to talk to you about!" Elizabeth waved her hand, and the bodyguards immediately pushed Yvonne forward. Staggering, Yvonne deliberately stumbled on the ground in front of Thomas. She covered her face with her hands, and her shoulders shook as if she were sobbing, but no one could see the suppressed smirk playing on her lips. She'd been looking forward to this for ages! "Thomas, you're really something. Just look at the kind of woman you sent to our family! Are you deliberately trying to insult me?" Elizabeth’s expression was livid. "That’s more than enough. Either you return the betrothal gifts or hand over Kayla to us! Otherwise, I will tear this place down!" Seeing the situation getting out of hand, Monica stepped forward as well. "Old Mrs. Anderson, did Yvonne do anything to offend you? She's still young..." "Bah!" In her anger, Elizabeth couldn’t care less about etiquette. "Don't you dare push the blame onto her. It's obviously you two who deliberately cooked up this plan to mess with my family! Do you really think that I’m a confused old lady who can't tell right from wrong?" "This..." Monica choked on her own saliva and turned to Thomas for help. They couldn't let Elizabeth take Kayla away. Thomas looked hesitant, still clueless about what to say. Elizabeth lost her patience and ordered the bodyguards harshly, "Go, bring Kayla to me!" In no time, two bodyguards brought Kayla to the living room. Kayla was struggling and screamed, "I would rather die than marry that blind man!" Elizabeth gave her a loud slap on the cheek that made Kayla’s head spin. "Who do you think you are? Since your father accepted our betrothal gifts, you now belong to the Anderson family! It seems that your parents failed to bring you up well, so I'll make sure you learn some discipline!" Elizabeth said, shaking with anger. "Even if Stephen's blind, you have no right to complain. With your dismal background, you should be grateful for this golden opportunity to be part of my family!" "Old Mrs. Anderson, let’s be frank now that things have come to this point of no return," Monica sneered sarcastically. "A blind man like Stephen is finally married, and to the only heiress of the Miller family too. They suit each other perfectly. Do you think you're in any position to complain?" Chapter 6 "Monica!" Thomas tried to stop her in dismay. "Very well!" Elizabeth laughed mockingly, clapping her hands. "I can finally see why your daughter's such a spoiled brat. Like mother, like daughter." Elizabeth had been doubtful when Yvonne tearfully told her what had actually happened a few days ago. Yet she was fully convinced now. Monica was not only materialistic but also a cruel and despicable woman. "Men, hold this woman down and slap her so that she knows her place!" Elizabeth ordered, and two bodyguards rushed forward. One held Monica down while the other slapped her ruthlessly. Monica’s screams and the sound of the slaps echoed in the living room while Kayla cried and begged them to stop. Yvonne was secretly enjoying the satisfaction. It was a shame that she couldn’t personally lend a hand in beating Monica up. At this moment, a sedan entered the courtyard. The license plate seemed very familiar to the bodyguards stationed outside. A man stepped out of the car. When the bodyguards saw who it was, they were stunned before quickly running into the living room to report his arrival. "Madam, Mr. Anderson is here." Elizabeth was shocked as she looked at the door incredulously. "Stephen's here?" Stephen hadn't set foot outside since he lost his eyesight. He wouldn't listen to anyone's advice to leave the mansion. Why did he come to Miller Villa today? It was unbelievable! Elizabeth felt like she was in a dream as she watched Stephen walk through the door with a cane in his hand. Everyone in the living room fell silent at Stephen's arrival. They stared at him with widened eyes, afraid to even breathe too loudly. Stephen broke the silence. "Grandma, why did you bring my wife back to her parents' home without telling me?" His question took everyone by surprise. What did he mean? With his dull eyes, Stephen turned left and right, seemingly searching for someone. "Where's Yvonne?" Reading the situation quickly, Yvonne stepped forward and headed straight for Stephen. "Stephen, why did you leave the mansion?" "I woke up from my nap and couldn't find you. When I asked the maids, they told me that you'd gone out with Grandma." Stephen reached out his hand, and Yvonne understood immediately, wrapping her hand around his. The two looked like a newlywed couple, completely enamored with each other. However, the scene was a little too much to take in at first sight for outsiders. They both are inormal... No matter how affectionate they were, it was a strange picture to behold. "Grandma, I’ve brought some gifts for my father- and mother-in-law. Can you help me arrange it?" As Stephen was blind, he had no idea of the chaos that had erupted in the living room just now. His only thought was to take Yvonne home as soon as possible. Yvonne could feel the cold sweat on Stephen’s hand and noticed his anxiety. She turned to Elizabeth and begged, "Grandma, can I go home with Stephen first?" Elizabeth furrowed her brows as she stared at Yvonne. She wasn't pleased with this hideous granddaughter-in-law of hers. However, Stephen had finally left the mansion and appeared in public because of her. In addition, Elizabeth felt somewhat calmer now. The situation had gotten so out of hand that the embarrassment was getting too much to bear. After much hesitation, she waved her hand in resignation and said, "Forget it. You two go back first; I'll handle the rest." Yvonne gave Stephen a helping hand as they walked out, but she came to a halt all of a sudden, as if she remembered something. She turned to Thomas and said in a beseeching tone, "Father, when will you give me my dowry?" It was an item Thomas had promised to return to her after she got married. With Elizabeth around, he couldn’t go back on his word. Hearing this, Thomas' face twisted in anger, but he could only grit his teeth and respond, "Alright, I'll go get it now." Monica knew exactly what Yvonne wanted. Her furious gaze bore into Yvonne, giving her a death stare. That horrible woman deliberately came here to provoke her! Chapter 7 Thomas went to his study and returned with a box made out of redwood. He handed it over to Yvonne. Yvonne smiled and obediently said, "Thank you, Father." Thomas gritted his teeth. "No need to thank me. Just make sure you live happily with Mr. Anderson." In other words, once she took the gift, she should never return home again. Yvonne had no intention of following his wishes. This was only the start of her revenge. She said teasingly, "Don't worry, I'll bring Mr. Anderson home to visit both of you often." Thomas was so mad that his expression became stormy. In the car, Stephen stretched out his hand. "What did you get from your father?" "It’s my late mother’s last masterpiece, a ruby necklace," Yvonne replied. She opened the box. A luxurious and extravagant ruby necklace, Treasured Love, was lying inside. It had finally returned to her after so many years! But when Yvonne remembered that her mother's love for Thomas had inspired the creation of this necklace, she slammed the box shut. Her hatred for Thomas boiled inside her. He didn’t deserve to possess this Treasured Love! It would be an insult and a disservice to such an exquisite necklace! Last year, Yvonne saw a photo of Monica walking the red carpet with the necklace around her neck. The masterpiece caught the attention and focus of major fashion magazines around the world. Just thinking about it made Yvonne grit her teeth with anger. She was determined to take back everything they had stolen from her and pay them back for all their evil deeds! "I hope something so troublesome like this will only occur once. There should be no next time," Stephen warned coldly. Yvonne snapped out of her thoughts and looked at Stephen's hand. Once a person lost their sight, it was inevitable that he would become more vulnerable and anxious in unfamiliar environments. She'd never expected Stephen to show up at Miller Villa. She pursed her lips. "Thank you for coming." Stephen turned his face away and said indifferently, "Don't thank me. I didn’t do it out of the kindness of my heart." If Yvonne had been of no value to him, he couldn’t care less about what would have happened to her. Elizabeth wasn't someone to be trifled with. She threatened the Jones family to behave themselves; otherwise, she would drive them out of Northerna City. Her threat made it crystal clear that the feud between the Anderson family and the Jones family had begun. After seeing Elizabeth off, Thomas turned around and slapped Monica. "This is all your fault! Now that we’ve offended the Andersons, we're doomed!" Monica cried, holding her burning cheek. "Do you think I wanted this to happen? The Anderson family forced our hand! Why should I marry my precious daughter off to a blind man?" Thomas was so furious that he raised his hand to slap her again, but Kayla stopped him. "Dad, Mom did this because of me! If you want to hit someone, hit me!" "Kayla, let him slap me! If he has the guts, he might as well make me vanish on the earth!" Watching them sob in each other's arms, Thomas had nowhere to vent his anger, so he stamped his foot and left in a rage. With tears running down her cheeks, Kayla asked, "Mom, what should we do now?" "Don't be intimidated by your dad's words." Monica wiped away Kayla's tears and comforted her. "Besides, the feud between the Anderson family and the Robinson family has been going on for a long time. Being on bad terms with the Andersons may actually help you marry into the Robinson family." There were four elite families in Northerna City: the Andersons, the Robinsons, the Johnsons, and the Dawsons. Although the Andersons had the most influence, the Robinson family was a close second. Getting into the Robinson family was their true goal. "But..." When Kayla thought of how loving Yvonne and Stephen seemed, she couldn’t help feeling resentful. "If Yvonne truly becomes part of the Anderson family, didn’t we just do her a favor for nothing?" Monica sneered. "My girl, don’t you know who Stephen is? He's known to be a ruthless man. Sooner or later, Yvonne will be planted his hands!" It was rumored that Stephen was merciless to the point that he would even sacrifice his own family, let alone a nobody like Yvonne. | Listen to books | 145 | https://facebook.com/100093148902033 | 0 | LEARN_MORE | 1692514800 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Yvonne Miller sat at the dressing table in her wedding gown. She carefully hid the terrible scar on her left cheek with her bridal veil. That looked much better. Today was supposed to be her big day as she was marrying into the Anderson family. However, the voices outside her door were getting on her nerves. "Mother, will the Anderson family really accept a country girl like her into their family?" "What else can we do? Would you rather marry that blind man?" Kayla Jones frowned and pouted as she looked at her mother, Monica Langley. "No way! A blind man like Stephen is useless to me! I won't ruin my future by marrying him!" Stephen Anderson was not only blind; he was also sickly and needed to take countless medications every day. With his condition, there was no telling how much longer he'd live. Kayla didn't want to be a widow at such a young age. Before Monica could reply, the door opened. Yvonne emerged from her room, giving them a cold glance as she walked past. Although Yvonne’s face was covered by a veil, the frosty look in her eyes sent chills running down Monica's and Kayla’s spines. Yvonne stalked right up to Thomas. "You'd better keep your promise to me," Yvonne muttered as she walked past him and went down the stairs without looking back. Although the villa was named Miller Villa, no one with the last name Miller had lived here for the past ten years. When Yvonne was eight years old, both her mother and grandfather passed away, leaving Yvonne as the Miller family's lone heir. Her father, Thomas Jones, was only a son-in-law who'd married into the family. He'd taken advantage of the Miller family’s wealth before marrying Monica. They had two daughters, Katie and Kayla Jones. For two years after that, Yvonne suffered constant humiliation and torture. Although she was the only daughter of the Miller family, she was treated worse than an animal. To make matters worse, her stepsister, Kayla Jones, had marred her face with a scar. When that incident occurred, Monica concocted a lie to protect Kayla, putting all the blame on Yvonne instead. In a fit of rage, Thomas banished Yvonne to the countryside. For many years, no one cared about her. It wasn't until Kayla was forced to marry Stephen thanks to Thomas owing the Anderson family a large sum of money that they finally remembered Yvonne’s existence. "Get in the car. We don't want to be late," the driver urged impatiently, pulling Yvonne out of her reverie. Yvonne stared at Miller Villa, her lips curving in a mocking smile. One day, she would make them regret the decision they made today. She silently vowed to reclaim everything that belonged to the Miller family. Two hours later, Yvonne arrived at Anderson Mansion, but there was no sign of any preparation for the wedding ceremony. Yvonne followed a maid up to the second floor where they stopped outside a door at the end of the corridor. "Get out!" A roar came from inside the room, startling both Yvonne and the maid. The maid tried to remain calm as she said, "You can go in by yourself." In a blink of an eye, Yvonne found herself alone at the door. Before she'd returned to Northerna City, Yvonne had investigated the Anderson family. Philip Anderson had three sons—Charles, William, and Harry. Stephen was the eldest son of Charles Anderson and Diane Robinson; however, he was the second-eldest among his cousins. Soon after he was born, Stephen's mother passed away, and Charles married a famous actress, Camille Sharpe. In terms of family background, talent, and ability, Stephen blew his peers out of the water. At a young age, he was entrusted with the management of Anderson Group. Alas, he had gone blind due to an accident. If not for his disability, Stephen would've been the most distinguished and revered person in Northerna City, rather than the outcast that everyone shunned. Although their childhood experiences were similar, Stephen was still luckier than her. Yvonne took a deep breath and slowly turned the doorknob in her hand. As soon as the door opened, a vase came flying toward her. Without hesitation, Yvonne dodged, and the flying vase smashed into a thousand tiny pieces behind her. Phew, that was close. The vase had been aimed directly at her face! Was he attempting to blame his own wife? The lights were switched off, and the room was in total darkness. Yvonne could barely make out a blurry figure in the distance. Without thinking twice, she reached out and turned on the light. As the lights came on, Yvonne finally saw her groom for the first time. The man stood more than six feet tall. He had defined features and impeccable bone structure. His jawline was sharp and perfectly contoured. This guy was drop-dead gorgeous! His only flaw was his eyes that were dull and had no shine at all. His pitch-black pupils were like an abyss. Yvonne started to feel a bit sorry for the man, but his next words quickly extinguished her pity. "Marrying a blind man for money—don't you think you're downright despicable?" Chapter 2 When she heard Stephen’s words, Yvonne smirked. "Throwing shade on yourself to mock me, huh? You’re quite ruthless yourself." "You..." Stephen frowned. "Thomas sold you off to pay his debt. Why aren’t you resentful? You even seem to be happy about it. How dumb can you be?" "I heard he owed your family 100 million dollars. I never thought I'd be worth that much myself." Yvonne tiptoed around the mess Stephen had made and smiled at him sweetly. "If I understand what you mean—I’m just a commodity to be sold. Since you wish to return me, you should look for the man who agreed to the deal in the first place. Why are you venting your anger on me?" "You..." Stephen struggled to think of a retort. He could already imagine the smug look on the woman's face. While he was at a loss for words, Yvonne took the opportunity to discuss the matter at hand. "Actually, I'm not Kayla Jones. My name's Yvonne Miller. I'm the daughter Thomas had with his first wife and the heiress of the Miller family. You won't lose out by marrying me. However, I have to warn you that my appearance is far behind your expectations." Taking a breath, Yvonne piped up cheerfully, "But that’s not important anyway! Since I’m not pretty and you're blind, we’re a perfect match. Let’s make the best of things and register our marriage tomorrow." Stephen’s head was spinning because of Yvonne’s constant chattering. He couldn’t believe how shameless this woman was. Seeing that she wasn’t going to budge, Stephen jumped into action. He grabbed Yvonne’s arm and dragged her out, almost tripping on the items he'd thrown on the floor. "I'm telling you the truth. Why won’t you consider it?" Yvonne pleaded. "Shut up!" Stephen roared in anger. "Even though I’m blind, I won’t let a woman dictate my life!" "I'm not trying to dictate your life; I just…" Before Stephen could throw her out, Yvonne found her footing and resisted him. "Stephen, I'm not leaving this room tonight!" "You don't have a choice!" Stephen tried to evict her by force, but Yvonne whirled around and tried to fight back. Unexpectedly, Stephen managed to stop the attack by grabbing her wrist accurately. Having been blind for years, his other senses were heightened, and he'd already learned to gauge his opponent's position and direction of attack by listening to the sound of air movements. Stephen furrowed his brows. "Where did you learn how to fight?" "I don't know what you're talking about." Yvonne played dumb. "I just want to stay here. If you drive me away, I can only go back to the countryside. Besides, Thomas would come after me." "Don’t lie to me." Stephen pinched Yvonne's cheek, his hollow eyes sharp and intimidating. "What's your motive for marrying me?" Yvonne felt a little guilty. "Let go of me." "Answer me first!" Stephen insisted. "You're a grown man, aren’t you? Why are you so difficult to deal with?" As Yvonne struggled, Stephen's fingertips brushed against the scar on her face. His keen sense of touch noted the strange sensation. Subconsciously, he grazed his fingers carefully across her cheek and confirmed that it was a scar, but the texture was unusual. "Your scar…" It was fake. Before Stephen could say those three words, he felt a dull ache at the back of his neck. His vision went black, and he fell into Yvonne's arms. Yvonne tried to hold him up, feeling annoyed. Why did he have to run his hands over her face? She used all her strength to drag Stephen onto the bed and collapsed beside him, panting. After catching her breath, she turned to look at him. She had to admit that he was physically very attractive. It was a pity he was blind—and an unreasonable blind man at that. Come to think of it, it wasn’t out of the ordinary for Stephen to have a short temper. Judging from the situation and his behavior tonight, Stephen had probably lost his status and power overnight after becoming blind. He was now an outcast of the Anderson family that no one cared about. The feeling of being abandoned and looked down upon was all too familiar to Yvonne. Her curiosity was piqued, and she reached out to check Stephen's pulse. After a moment, Yvonne frowned thoughtfully. There really was something strange about his blindness. Since she'd hoped to rely on Stephen to help regain her family’s wealth, she couldn’t let anything untoward happen to him. Just as she made up her mind, Yvonne caught sight of a flickering red light in the upper left corner of the ceiling. There were surveillance cameras installed in Stephen’s bedroom. What underhanded tricks were these elite families capable of? Chapter 3 The next day, Stephen was awakened by a commotion outside. Frowning, he opened his eyes. As expected, he still couldn’t see anything. He shld have stopped hoping for a miracle anyway. Stephen made his way out of bed. The soreness in the back of his neck reminded him that last night wasn't a dream. He gritted his teeth in anger. How dare that woman lay her hands on him? She was looking for trouble! "The Jones family really had the nerve to send such an inappropriate woman to deceive our family. They must've thought that I’m an old lady with one foot in the grave! Send this woman back to where she belongs at once. Tell the Jones that if they don't pay back the money by today, I'll come after them!" Stephen could hear every word coming from the courtyard clearly as the glass door to his balcony was open. It seemed his grandmother, Elizabeth Anderson, had discovered that the Jones family sent an inferior substitute to be Stephen’s wife. Since becoming blind, Stephen had lost all interest in other people and events in the outside world. But strangely, he felt an unexpected desire to witness the humiliation and ridicule the shameless woman would face. Stephen got up and confidently made his way to the balcony, as he was familiar with the layout of his room. When he got there, he heard the woman pleading for mercy. "Madam Elizabeth, please don’t send me back! My stepmother will make me vanish on the earth!" Yvonne grabbed onto Elizabeth’s leg, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Don't try to fool me with your acting! Look at yourself in the mirror and see what a monster you are! You don’t even deserve to step on our property!" Elizabeth gave Yvonne a kick. She'd been utterly shocked when Yvonne appeared this morning and greeted her. When Yvonne started crying, she looked even more horrifying. The intersecting scars on her left cheek looked like centipedes crawling on her skin! Yvonne fell to the ground and wiped her tears. "Madam Elizabeth, as long as you spare my family and I, I'm willing to work like a slave for the Anderson family. I'll never dream of becoming the mistress of the family! I didn't want to help them deceive you, but I had no choice. If I didn't obey their wishes, I would've been horribly tortured! I’m truly innocent!" She cried and sobbed uncontrollably. Stephen’s temples throbbed as he listened in on the conversation. Was this the same woman from last night? He distinctly remembered her as a cheeky and reckless woman. There had been no sign that she was forced into this marriage. Soon, he realized that Yvonne was merely putting on an act. Although her words made it sound like she was on Thomas' side, she was actually shifting the blame to him! "Furthermore, Stephen and I already..." Yvonne buried her face in her hands, as if she were overwhelmed with sorrow. "If you send me back now, what am I to do? My whole life will be ruined!" Everyone present was shocked. Stephen clenched his fists. Everything that came out of this woman's mouth was a lie! Elizabeth was also taken aback by her declaration. It was true. The maids had informed her that Yvonne had stayed in Stephen’s room all night. Since Stephen lost his sight, Elizabeth had been extremely worried about his marriage prospects, hoping that he would at least have a child to continue the bloodline. However, every single woman she brought to Stephen was thrown out of the room without exception. Only this horrid woman had managed to stay the night. Elizabeth furrowed her brows. Did her grandson’s taste in women change after he lost his sight? At this moment, Charles’ second wife, Camille, approached her and said, "Mother, I think this miserable child looks pitiful. Why don't we keep her for a few days?" "No! This matter cannot be left as it is!" Elizabeth immediately rejected the suggestion. "Of course, we can't let Thomas off the hook. We still have to settle things with him." Camille stared at Yvonne and lowered her voice even further as she said, "Maybe she really knows how to take care of Stephen?" Elizabeth wasn’t fond of the idea. She glared at Yvonne as if she wanted to swallow her whole. Yvonne cowered in a corner, trembling like a leaf. "Since she was brought here to be my wife, I'll handle her myself." Stephen’s icy voice drifted from the balcony, interrupting the commotion. Everyone looked up, but Stephen had already turned around and walked back into his room. Elizabeth relented when she heard Stephen’s decision. She waved her hand for the maids to take Yvonne back to Stephen's room. Then she turned to Camille and ordered, "Find out everything about that horrid creature's background." Chapter 4 Returning to Stephen’s room, Yvonne walked straight toward him. There was no hint of pain or sadness on her face. "Thank you for speaking up for me, Stephen," she said. Before Yvonne could react, Stephen pinned her against the wall. Yvonne didn't resist and stared at him with interest. "Have you made up your mind? When can we register our marriage?" Stephen asked sternly, "What do you want?" He was highly guarded and wary of anyone who tried to force their way into his world. Furthermore, Stephen’s gut told him that Yvonne was no simple woman. "If you don't tell me the truth, I can make you disappear from this world without a trace," he threatened. Yvonne knew that she was playing with fire, but she showed no sign of fear. She reached out and touched Stephen’s eyes. "Would you be interested if I told you that I could restore your sight as long as you promised to marry me?" Stephen grabbed Yvonne's hand and asked, "Do you know what happens to those who lie to me?" "If you don’t believe me, give me seven days to prove it to you. During this time, go along with my treatment. After seven days, you can make your decision based on the results. If there's no improvement, you won't need to kick me out. I'll leave on my own," Yvonne said indifferently. Although her thoughtless words sounded reckless, Stephen couldn’t help but want to trust this woman. He considered her proposal for a moment before letting go of her hand. "Give me a reason to believe you." "No problem. I can administer acupuncture on you right now, and you can decide after trying it." Hearing the patter of her footsteps as she walked away and came back, Stephen hesitated for a moment before finally relenting and sitting on a chair. Yvonne smirked when she saw how tense Stephen looked. His whole body was on high alert and ready to spring at any sign of danger. If she made a slight mistake, he might even put her in danger. Last night, after checking his pulse, Yvonne had already decided on a treatment plan and mapped out the acupuncture points in her mind. She placed the acupuncture needles deftly with just the right amount of pressure. Stephen didn't feel any pain. Instead, he felt an inexplicable sense of relaxation wash over him, as if his tensed nerves and muscles had finally loosened up. Regardless of whether it did anything for his blindness, she was obviously quite skilled at acupuncture just based on her technique. As Stephen relaxed his clenched fists, his intimidating demeanor dissipated a little. When Yvonne removed the last needle, Stephen grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward him. "Where did you learn acupuncture?" "When I was a child, I learned it from an old doctor," Yvonne replied simply. Stephen didn't press her further. "Good, I'll give you seven days," Stephen said. "Right." Yvonne smiled confidently. "If I succeed, you'll have to marry me. How about that?" "Why do you want to marry me?" Stephen furrowed his brows. "As part of the deal, you have to give me something in return. At any rate, I won’t cause you any harm." Yvonne stared at Stephen's face. "With a handsome husband like you, I’m getting the long end of the stick." Stephen remained silent. Over the years, he'd tried numerous methods to regain his sight, but most of them had failed. Now that there was a glimmer of hope, he wasn’t going to let it slip by. When she saw that Stephen wasn’t speaking, Yvonne withdrew her hand and said cheekily, "From now on, I'll have to rely on you to protect me." Stephen grunted in displeasure as he got up and walked away. He could wait for seven days; it was nothing to him. However, if this woman dared to joke about his condition, he would definitely make her regret it. Staring at his back, Yvonne's smile faded. The truth was that she needed a marriage certificate to fulfill the condition on her grandfather’s secret will. She would only be able to inherit Miller Jewels, the Miller family’s jewelry business, once she was married. If it weren’t for that, she wouldn’t have gone to such lengths. Upon further reflection, she realized that it would be better to marry Stephen and become a member of the Anderson family instead of marrying just any man. After all, she still needed someone influential to rely on in Northerna City. She had nothing to lose from this deal. Chapter 5 In less than three days, Elizabeth had collected all the available information on Yvonne. Despite the minuscule amount of data, she was infuriated. "The Jones family really didn't take us seriously! That woman isn't merely ill-looking; she didn’t even graduate from high school! She's just an uneducated country girl!" This time, Camille was speechless as well. Yvonne’s background and appearance were truly an insult to the Anderson family’s reputation. Elizabeth slammed the table. "Let’s go right now! Get a few strong men and take that horrid woman with us! We're going to Miller Villa!" Meanwhile, the Jones family at Miller Villa was unaware of the storm that was about to hit. "Thomas, don’t you think that I gave you a good idea? I told you that the Anderson family's blind son wasn’t in a position to pick and choose. No matter who we send to them, they'll accept her willingly." Monica was quite pleased with herself. "I even managed to keep Kayla safe. With her sharp mind and beauty, she'll definitely marry into a good family and support us." Thomas gave her the side-eye but didn't comment. He'd been feeling restless for the past few days. Deep down, he felt that this matter wasn't going to be resolved easily. However, there was still no news from the Anderson family. Could it be that, as Monica said, the Anderson family was willing to swallow this bitter pill? Just as Thomas was starting to feel relieved, it was abruptly shattered by an unexpected guest. Seconds after the housekeeper reported their arrival, Elizabeth and her entourage barged into the living room. She was utterly furious. "Thomas, you’d better give me a good explanation!" Thomas spotted Yvonne being held hostage by the bodyguards, and a chill ran down his spine. He went forward in a hurry. "Old Mrs. Anderson, what’s the meaning of this? Can't we talk this out?" "I have nothing to talk to you about!" Elizabeth waved her hand, and the bodyguards immediately pushed Yvonne forward. Staggering, Yvonne deliberately stumbled on the ground in front of Thomas. She covered her face with her hands, and her shoulders shook as if she were sobbing, but no one could see the suppressed smirk playing on her lips. She'd been looking forward to this for ages! "Thomas, you're really something. Just look at the kind of woman you sent to our family! Are you deliberately trying to insult me?" Elizabeth’s expression was livid. "That’s more than enough. Either you return the betrothal gifts or hand over Kayla to us! Otherwise, I will tear this place down!" Seeing the situation getting out of hand, Monica stepped forward as well. "Old Mrs. Anderson, did Yvonne do anything to offend you? She's still young..." "Bah!" In her anger, Elizabeth couldn’t care less about etiquette. "Don't you dare push the blame onto her. It's obviously you two who deliberately cooked up this plan to mess with my family! Do you really think that I’m a confused old lady who can't tell right from wrong?" "This..." Monica choked on her own saliva and turned to Thomas for help. They couldn't let Elizabeth take Kayla away. Thomas looked hesitant, still clueless about what to say. Elizabeth lost her patience and ordered the bodyguards harshly, "Go, bring Kayla to me!" In no time, two bodyguards brought Kayla to the living room. Kayla was struggling and screamed, "I would rather die than marry that blind man!" Elizabeth gave her a loud slap on the cheek that made Kayla’s head spin. "Who do you think you are? Since your father accepted our betrothal gifts, you now belong to the Anderson family! It seems that your parents failed to bring you up well, so I'll make sure you learn some discipline!" Elizabeth said, shaking with anger. "Even if Stephen's blind, you have no right to complain. With your dismal background, you should be grateful for this golden opportunity to be part of my family!" "Old Mrs. Anderson, let’s be frank now that things have come to this point of no return," Monica sneered sarcastically. "A blind man like Stephen is finally married, and to the only heiress of the Miller family too. They suit each other perfectly. Do you think you're in any position to complain?" Chapter 6 "Monica!" Thomas tried to stop her in dismay. "Very well!" Elizabeth laughed mockingly, clapping her hands. "I can finally see why your daughter's such a spoiled brat. Like mother, like daughter." Elizabeth had been doubtful when Yvonne tearfully told her what had actually happened a few days ago. Yet she was fully convinced now. Monica was not only materialistic but also a cruel and despicable woman. "Men, hold this woman down and slap her so that she knows her place!" Elizabeth ordered, and two bodyguards rushed forward. One held Monica down while the other slapped her ruthlessly. Monica’s screams and the sound of the slaps echoed in the living room while Kayla cried and begged them to stop. Yvonne was secretly enjoying the satisfaction. It was a shame that she couldn’t personally lend a hand in beating Monica up. At this moment, a sedan entered the courtyard. The license plate seemed very familiar to the bodyguards stationed outside. A man stepped out of the car. When the bodyguards saw who it was, they were stunned before quickly running into the living room to report his arrival. "Madam, Mr. Anderson is here." Elizabeth was shocked as she looked at the door incredulously. "Stephen's here?" Stephen hadn't set foot outside since he lost his eyesight. He wouldn't listen to anyone's advice to leave the mansion. Why did he come to Miller Villa today? It was unbelievable! Elizabeth felt like she was in a dream as she watched Stephen walk through the door with a cane in his hand. Everyone in the living room fell silent at Stephen's arrival. They stared at him with widened eyes, afraid to even breathe too loudly. Stephen broke the silence. "Grandma, why did you bring my wife back to her parents' home without telling me?" His question took everyone by surprise. What did he mean? With his dull eyes, Stephen turned left and right, seemingly searching for someone. "Where's Yvonne?" Reading the situation quickly, Yvonne stepped forward and headed straight for Stephen. "Stephen, why did you leave the mansion?" "I woke up from my nap and couldn't find you. When I asked the maids, they told me that you'd gone out with Grandma." Stephen reached out his hand, and Yvonne understood immediately, wrapping her hand around his. The two looked like a newlywed couple, completely enamored with each other. However, the scene was a little too much to take in at first sight for outsiders. They both are inormal... No matter how affectionate they were, it was a strange picture to behold. "Grandma, I’ve brought some gifts for my father- and mother-in-law. Can you help me arrange it?" As Stephen was blind, he had no idea of the chaos that had erupted in the living room just now. His only thought was to take Yvonne home as soon as possible. Yvonne could feel the cold sweat on Stephen’s hand and noticed his anxiety. She turned to Elizabeth and begged, "Grandma, can I go home with Stephen first?" Elizabeth furrowed her brows as she stared at Yvonne. She wasn't pleased with this hideous granddaughter-in-law of hers. However, Stephen had finally left the mansion and appeared in public because of her. In addition, Elizabeth felt somewhat calmer now. The situation had gotten so out of hand that the embarrassment was getting too much to bear. After much hesitation, she waved her hand in resignation and said, "Forget it. You two go back first; I'll handle the rest." Yvonne gave Stephen a helping hand as they walked out, but she came to a halt all of a sudden, as if she remembered something. She turned to Thomas and said in a beseeching tone, "Father, when will you give me my dowry?" It was an item Thomas had promised to return to her after she got married. With Elizabeth around, he couldn’t go back on his word. Hearing this, Thomas' face twisted in anger, but he could only grit his teeth and respond, "Alright, I'll go get it now." Monica knew exactly what Yvonne wanted. Her furious gaze bore into Yvonne, giving her a death stare. That horrible woman deliberately came here to provoke her! Chapter 7 Thomas went to his study and returned with a box made out of redwood. He handed it over to Yvonne. Yvonne smiled and obediently said, "Thank you, Father." Thomas gritted his teeth. "No need to thank me. Just make sure you live happily with Mr. Anderson." In other words, once she took the gift, she should never return home again. Yvonne had no intention of following his wishes. This was only the start of her revenge. She said teasingly, "Don't worry, I'll bring Mr. Anderson home to visit both of you often." Thomas was so mad that his expression became stormy. In the car, Stephen stretched out his hand. "What did you get from your father?" "It’s my late mother’s last masterpiece, a ruby necklace," Yvonne replied. She opened the box. A luxurious and extravagant ruby necklace, Treasured Love, was lying inside. It had finally returned to her after so many years! But when Yvonne remembered that her mother's love for Thomas had inspired the creation of this necklace, she slammed the box shut. Her hatred for Thomas boiled inside her. He didn’t deserve to possess this Treasured Love! It would be an insult and a disservice to such an exquisite necklace! Last year, Yvonne saw a photo of Monica walking the red carpet with the necklace around her neck. The masterpiece caught the attention and focus of major fashion magazines around the world. Just thinking about it made Yvonne grit her teeth with anger. She was determined to take back everything they had stolen from her and pay them back for all their evil deeds! "I hope something so troublesome like this will only occur once. There should be no next time," Stephen warned coldly. Yvonne snapped out of her thoughts and looked at Stephen's hand. Once a person lost their sight, it was inevitable that he would become more vulnerable and anxious in unfamiliar environments. She'd never expected Stephen to show up at Miller Villa. She pursed her lips. "Thank you for coming." Stephen turned his face away and said indifferently, "Don't thank me. I didn’t do it out of the kindness of my heart." If Yvonne had been of no value to him, he couldn’t care less about what would have happened to her. Elizabeth wasn't someone to be trifled with. She threatened the Jones family to behave themselves; otherwise, she would drive them out of Northerna City. Her threat made it crystal clear that the feud between the Anderson family and the Jones family had begun. After seeing Elizabeth off, Thomas turned around and slapped Monica. "This is all your fault! Now that we’ve offended the Andersons, we're doomed!" Monica cried, holding her burning cheek. "Do you think I wanted this to happen? The Anderson family forced our hand! Why should I marry my precious daughter off to a blind man?" Thomas was so furious that he raised his hand to slap her again, but Kayla stopped him. "Dad, Mom did this because of me! If you want to hit someone, hit me!" "Kayla, let him slap me! If he has the guts, he might as well make me vanish on the earth!" Watching them sob in each other's arms, Thomas had nowhere to vent his anger, so he stamped his foot and left in a rage. With tears running down her cheeks, Kayla asked, "Mom, what should we do now?" "Don't be intimidated by your dad's words." Monica wiped away Kayla's tears and comforted her. "Besides, the feud between the Anderson family and the Robinson family has been going on for a long time. Being on bad terms with the Andersons may actually help you marry into the Robinson family." There were four elite families in Northerna City: the Andersons, the Robinsons, the Johnsons, and the Dawsons. Although the Andersons had the most influence, the Robinson family was a close second. Getting into the Robinson family was their true goal. "But..." When Kayla thought of how loving Yvonne and Stephen seemed, she couldn’t help feeling resentful. "If Yvonne truly becomes part of the Anderson family, didn’t we just do her a favor for nothing?" Monica sneered. "My girl, don’t you know who Stephen is? He's known to be a ruthless man. Sooner or later, Yvonne will be planted his hands!" It was rumored that Stephen was merciless to the point that he would even sacrifice his own family, let alone a nobody like Yvonne. | Listen to books | 145 | https://facebook.com/100093148902033 | 0 | LEARN_MORE | 1692514800 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Yvonne Miller sat at the dressing table in her wedding gown. She carefully hid the terrible scar on her left cheek with her bridal veil. That looked much better. Today was supposed to be her big day as she was marrying into the Anderson family. However, the voices outside her door were getting on her nerves. "Mother, will the Anderson family really accept a country girl like her into their family?" "What else can we do? Would you rather marry that blind man?" Kayla Jones frowned and pouted as she looked at her mother, Monica Langley. "No way! A blind man like Stephen is useless to me! I won't ruin my future by marrying him!" Stephen Anderson was not only blind; he was also sickly and needed to take countless medications every day. With his condition, there was no telling how much longer he'd live. Kayla didn't want to be a widow at such a young age. Before Monica could reply, the door opened. Yvonne emerged from her room, giving them a cold glance as she walked past. Although Yvonne’s face was covered by a veil, the frosty look in her eyes sent chills running down Monica's and Kayla’s spines. Yvonne stalked right up to Thomas. "You'd better keep your promise to me," Yvonne muttered as she walked past him and went down the stairs without looking back. Although the villa was named Miller Villa, no one with the last name Miller had lived here for the past ten years. When Yvonne was eight years old, both her mother and grandfather passed away, leaving Yvonne as the Miller family's lone heir. Her father, Thomas Jones, was only a son-in-law who'd married into the family. He'd taken advantage of the Miller family’s wealth before marrying Monica. They had two daughters, Katie and Kayla Jones. For two years after that, Yvonne suffered constant humiliation and torture. Although she was the only daughter of the Miller family, she was treated worse than an animal. To make matters worse, her stepsister, Kayla Jones, had marred her face with a scar. When that incident occurred, Monica concocted a lie to protect Kayla, putting all the blame on Yvonne instead. In a fit of rage, Thomas banished Yvonne to the countryside. For many years, no one cared about her. It wasn't until Kayla was forced to marry Stephen thanks to Thomas owing the Anderson family a large sum of money that they finally remembered Yvonne’s existence. "Get in the car. We don't want to be late," the driver urged impatiently, pulling Yvonne out of her reverie. Yvonne stared at Miller Villa, her lips curving in a mocking smile. One day, she would make them regret the decision they made today. She silently vowed to reclaim everything that belonged to the Miller family. Two hours later, Yvonne arrived at Anderson Mansion, but there was no sign of any preparation for the wedding ceremony. Yvonne followed a maid up to the second floor where they stopped outside a door at the end of the corridor. "Get out!" A roar came from inside the room, startling both Yvonne and the maid. The maid tried to remain calm as she said, "You can go in by yourself." In a blink of an eye, Yvonne found herself alone at the door. Before she'd returned to Northerna City, Yvonne had investigated the Anderson family. Philip Anderson had three sons—Charles, William, and Harry. Stephen was the eldest son of Charles Anderson and Diane Robinson; however, he was the second-eldest among his cousins. Soon after he was born, Stephen's mother passed away, and Charles married a famous actress, Camille Sharpe. In terms of family background, talent, and ability, Stephen blew his peers out of the water. At a young age, he was entrusted with the management of Anderson Group. Alas, he had gone blind due to an accident. If not for his disability, Stephen would've been the most distinguished and revered person in Northerna City, rather than the outcast that everyone shunned. Although their childhood experiences were similar, Stephen was still luckier than her. Yvonne took a deep breath and slowly turned the doorknob in her hand. As soon as the door opened, a vase came flying toward her. Without hesitation, Yvonne dodged, and the flying vase smashed into a thousand tiny pieces behind her. Phew, that was close. The vase had been aimed directly at her face! Was he attempting to blame his own wife? The lights were switched off, and the room was in total darkness. Yvonne could barely make out a blurry figure in the distance. Without thinking twice, she reached out and turned on the light. As the lights came on, Yvonne finally saw her groom for the first time. The man stood more than six feet tall. He had defined features and impeccable bone structure. His jawline was sharp and perfectly contoured. This guy was drop-dead gorgeous! His only flaw was his eyes that were dull and had no shine at all. His pitch-black pupils were like an abyss. Yvonne started to feel a bit sorry for the man, but his next words quickly extinguished her pity. "Marrying a blind man for money—don't you think you're downright despicable?" Chapter 2 When she heard Stephen’s words, Yvonne smirked. "Throwing shade on yourself to mock me, huh? You’re quite ruthless yourself." "You..." Stephen frowned. "Thomas sold you off to pay his debt. Why aren’t you resentful? You even seem to be happy about it. How dumb can you be?" "I heard he owed your family 100 million dollars. I never thought I'd be worth that much myself." Yvonne tiptoed around the mess Stephen had made and smiled at him sweetly. "If I understand what you mean—I’m just a commodity to be sold. Since you wish to return me, you should look for the man who agreed to the deal in the first place. Why are you venting your anger on me?" "You..." Stephen struggled to think of a retort. He could already imagine the smug look on the woman's face. While he was at a loss for words, Yvonne took the opportunity to discuss the matter at hand. "Actually, I'm not Kayla Jones. My name's Yvonne Miller. I'm the daughter Thomas had with his first wife and the heiress of the Miller family. You won't lose out by marrying me. However, I have to warn you that my appearance is far behind your expectations." Taking a breath, Yvonne piped up cheerfully, "But that’s not important anyway! Since I’m not pretty and you're blind, we’re a perfect match. Let’s make the best of things and register our marriage tomorrow." Stephen’s head was spinning because of Yvonne’s constant chattering. He couldn’t believe how shameless this woman was. Seeing that she wasn’t going to budge, Stephen jumped into action. He grabbed Yvonne’s arm and dragged her out, almost tripping on the items he'd thrown on the floor. "I'm telling you the truth. Why won’t you consider it?" Yvonne pleaded. "Shut up!" Stephen roared in anger. "Even though I’m blind, I won’t let a woman dictate my life!" "I'm not trying to dictate your life; I just…" Before Stephen could throw her out, Yvonne found her footing and resisted him. "Stephen, I'm not leaving this room tonight!" "You don't have a choice!" Stephen tried to evict her by force, but Yvonne whirled around and tried to fight back. Unexpectedly, Stephen managed to stop the attack by grabbing her wrist accurately. Having been blind for years, his other senses were heightened, and he'd already learned to gauge his opponent's position and direction of attack by listening to the sound of air movements. Stephen furrowed his brows. "Where did you learn how to fight?" "I don't know what you're talking about." Yvonne played dumb. "I just want to stay here. If you drive me away, I can only go back to the countryside. Besides, Thomas would come after me." "Don’t lie to me." Stephen pinched Yvonne's cheek, his hollow eyes sharp and intimidating. "What's your motive for marrying me?" Yvonne felt a little guilty. "Let go of me." "Answer me first!" Stephen insisted. "You're a grown man, aren’t you? Why are you so difficult to deal with?" As Yvonne struggled, Stephen's fingertips brushed against the scar on her face. His keen sense of touch noted the strange sensation. Subconsciously, he grazed his fingers carefully across her cheek and confirmed that it was a scar, but the texture was unusual. "Your scar…" It was fake. Before Stephen could say those three words, he felt a dull ache at the back of his neck. His vision went black, and he fell into Yvonne's arms. Yvonne tried to hold him up, feeling annoyed. Why did he have to run his hands over her face? She used all her strength to drag Stephen onto the bed and collapsed beside him, panting. After catching her breath, she turned to look at him. She had to admit that he was physically very attractive. It was a pity he was blind—and an unreasonable blind man at that. Come to think of it, it wasn’t out of the ordinary for Stephen to have a short temper. Judging from the situation and his behavior tonight, Stephen had probably lost his status and power overnight after becoming blind. He was now an outcast of the Anderson family that no one cared about. The feeling of being abandoned and looked down upon was all too familiar to Yvonne. Her curiosity was piqued, and she reached out to check Stephen's pulse. After a moment, Yvonne frowned thoughtfully. There really was something strange about his blindness. Since she'd hoped to rely on Stephen to help regain her family’s wealth, she couldn’t let anything untoward happen to him. Just as she made up her mind, Yvonne caught sight of a flickering red light in the upper left corner of the ceiling. There were surveillance cameras installed in Stephen’s bedroom. What underhanded tricks were these elite families capable of? Chapter 3 The next day, Stephen was awakened by a commotion outside. Frowning, he opened his eyes. As expected, he still couldn’t see anything. He shld have stopped hoping for a miracle anyway. Stephen made his way out of bed. The soreness in the back of his neck reminded him that last night wasn't a dream. He gritted his teeth in anger. How dare that woman lay her hands on him? She was looking for trouble! "The Jones family really had the nerve to send such an inappropriate woman to deceive our family. They must've thought that I’m an old lady with one foot in the grave! Send this woman back to where she belongs at once. Tell the Jones that if they don't pay back the money by today, I'll come after them!" Stephen could hear every word coming from the courtyard clearly as the glass door to his balcony was open. It seemed his grandmother, Elizabeth Anderson, had discovered that the Jones family sent an inferior substitute to be Stephen’s wife. Since becoming blind, Stephen had lost all interest in other people and events in the outside world. But strangely, he felt an unexpected desire to witness the humiliation and ridicule the shameless woman would face. Stephen got up and confidently made his way to the balcony, as he was familiar with the layout of his room. When he got there, he heard the woman pleading for mercy. "Madam Elizabeth, please don’t send me back! My stepmother will make me vanish on the earth!" Yvonne grabbed onto Elizabeth’s leg, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Don't try to fool me with your acting! Look at yourself in the mirror and see what a monster you are! You don’t even deserve to step on our property!" Elizabeth gave Yvonne a kick. She'd been utterly shocked when Yvonne appeared this morning and greeted her. When Yvonne started crying, she looked even more horrifying. The intersecting scars on her left cheek looked like centipedes crawling on her skin! Yvonne fell to the ground and wiped her tears. "Madam Elizabeth, as long as you spare my family and I, I'm willing to work like a slave for the Anderson family. I'll never dream of becoming the mistress of the family! I didn't want to help them deceive you, but I had no choice. If I didn't obey their wishes, I would've been horribly tortured! I’m truly innocent!" She cried and sobbed uncontrollably. Stephen’s temples throbbed as he listened in on the conversation. Was this the same woman from last night? He distinctly remembered her as a cheeky and reckless woman. There had been no sign that she was forced into this marriage. Soon, he realized that Yvonne was merely putting on an act. Although her words made it sound like she was on Thomas' side, she was actually shifting the blame to him! "Furthermore, Stephen and I already..." Yvonne buried her face in her hands, as if she were overwhelmed with sorrow. "If you send me back now, what am I to do? My whole life will be ruined!" Everyone present was shocked. Stephen clenched his fists. Everything that came out of this woman's mouth was a lie! Elizabeth was also taken aback by her declaration. It was true. The maids had informed her that Yvonne had stayed in Stephen’s room all night. Since Stephen lost his sight, Elizabeth had been extremely worried about his marriage prospects, hoping that he would at least have a child to continue the bloodline. However, every single woman she brought to Stephen was thrown out of the room without exception. Only this horrid woman had managed to stay the night. Elizabeth furrowed her brows. Did her grandson’s taste in women change after he lost his sight? At this moment, Charles’ second wife, Camille, approached her and said, "Mother, I think this miserable child looks pitiful. Why don't we keep her for a few days?" "No! This matter cannot be left as it is!" Elizabeth immediately rejected the suggestion. "Of course, we can't let Thomas off the hook. We still have to settle things with him." Camille stared at Yvonne and lowered her voice even further as she said, "Maybe she really knows how to take care of Stephen?" Elizabeth wasn’t fond of the idea. She glared at Yvonne as if she wanted to swallow her whole. Yvonne cowered in a corner, trembling like a leaf. "Since she was brought here to be my wife, I'll handle her myself." Stephen’s icy voice drifted from the balcony, interrupting the commotion. Everyone looked up, but Stephen had already turned around and walked back into his room. Elizabeth relented when she heard Stephen’s decision. She waved her hand for the maids to take Yvonne back to Stephen's room. Then she turned to Camille and ordered, "Find out everything about that horrid creature's background." Chapter 4 Returning to Stephen’s room, Yvonne walked straight toward him. There was no hint of pain or sadness on her face. "Thank you for speaking up for me, Stephen," she said. Before Yvonne could react, Stephen pinned her against the wall. Yvonne didn't resist and stared at him with interest. "Have you made up your mind? When can we register our marriage?" Stephen asked sternly, "What do you want?" He was highly guarded and wary of anyone who tried to force their way into his world. Furthermore, Stephen’s gut told him that Yvonne was no simple woman. "If you don't tell me the truth, I can make you disappear from this world without a trace," he threatened. Yvonne knew that she was playing with fire, but she showed no sign of fear. She reached out and touched Stephen’s eyes. "Would you be interested if I told you that I could restore your sight as long as you promised to marry me?" Stephen grabbed Yvonne's hand and asked, "Do you know what happens to those who lie to me?" "If you don’t believe me, give me seven days to prove it to you. During this time, go along with my treatment. After seven days, you can make your decision based on the results. If there's no improvement, you won't need to kick me out. I'll leave on my own," Yvonne said indifferently. Although her thoughtless words sounded reckless, Stephen couldn’t help but want to trust this woman. He considered her proposal for a moment before letting go of her hand. "Give me a reason to believe you." "No problem. I can administer acupuncture on you right now, and you can decide after trying it." Hearing the patter of her footsteps as she walked away and came back, Stephen hesitated for a moment before finally relenting and sitting on a chair. Yvonne smirked when she saw how tense Stephen looked. His whole body was on high alert and ready to spring at any sign of danger. If she made a slight mistake, he might even put her in danger. Last night, after checking his pulse, Yvonne had already decided on a treatment plan and mapped out the acupuncture points in her mind. She placed the acupuncture needles deftly with just the right amount of pressure. Stephen didn't feel any pain. Instead, he felt an inexplicable sense of relaxation wash over him, as if his tensed nerves and muscles had finally loosened up. Regardless of whether it did anything for his blindness, she was obviously quite skilled at acupuncture just based on her technique. As Stephen relaxed his clenched fists, his intimidating demeanor dissipated a little. When Yvonne removed the last needle, Stephen grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward him. "Where did you learn acupuncture?" "When I was a child, I learned it from an old doctor," Yvonne replied simply. Stephen didn't press her further. "Good, I'll give you seven days," Stephen said. "Right." Yvonne smiled confidently. "If I succeed, you'll have to marry me. How about that?" "Why do you want to marry me?" Stephen furrowed his brows. "As part of the deal, you have to give me something in return. At any rate, I won’t cause you any harm." Yvonne stared at Stephen's face. "With a handsome husband like you, I’m getting the long end of the stick." Stephen remained silent. Over the years, he'd tried numerous methods to regain his sight, but most of them had failed. Now that there was a glimmer of hope, he wasn’t going to let it slip by. When she saw that Stephen wasn’t speaking, Yvonne withdrew her hand and said cheekily, "From now on, I'll have to rely on you to protect me." Stephen grunted in displeasure as he got up and walked away. He could wait for seven days; it was nothing to him. However, if this woman dared to joke about his condition, he would definitely make her regret it. Staring at his back, Yvonne's smile faded. The truth was that she needed a marriage certificate to fulfill the condition on her grandfather’s secret will. She would only be able to inherit Miller Jewels, the Miller family’s jewelry business, once she was married. If it weren’t for that, she wouldn’t have gone to such lengths. Upon further reflection, she realized that it would be better to marry Stephen and become a member of the Anderson family instead of marrying just any man. After all, she still needed someone influential to rely on in Northerna City. She had nothing to lose from this deal. Chapter 5 In less than three days, Elizabeth had collected all the available information on Yvonne. Despite the minuscule amount of data, she was infuriated. "The Jones family really didn't take us seriously! That woman isn't merely ill-looking; she didn’t even graduate from high school! She's just an uneducated country girl!" This time, Camille was speechless as well. Yvonne’s background and appearance were truly an insult to the Anderson family’s reputation. Elizabeth slammed the table. "Let’s go right now! Get a few strong men and take that horrid woman with us! We're going to Miller Villa!" Meanwhile, the Jones family at Miller Villa was unaware of the storm that was about to hit. "Thomas, don’t you think that I gave you a good idea? I told you that the Anderson family's blind son wasn’t in a position to pick and choose. No matter who we send to them, they'll accept her willingly." Monica was quite pleased with herself. "I even managed to keep Kayla safe. With her sharp mind and beauty, she'll definitely marry into a good family and support us." Thomas gave her the side-eye but didn't comment. He'd been feeling restless for the past few days. Deep down, he felt that this matter wasn't going to be resolved easily. However, there was still no news from the Anderson family. Could it be that, as Monica said, the Anderson family was willing to swallow this bitter pill? Just as Thomas was starting to feel relieved, it was abruptly shattered by an unexpected guest. Seconds after the housekeeper reported their arrival, Elizabeth and her entourage barged into the living room. She was utterly furious. "Thomas, you’d better give me a good explanation!" Thomas spotted Yvonne being held hostage by the bodyguards, and a chill ran down his spine. He went forward in a hurry. "Old Mrs. Anderson, what’s the meaning of this? Can't we talk this out?" "I have nothing to talk to you about!" Elizabeth waved her hand, and the bodyguards immediately pushed Yvonne forward. Staggering, Yvonne deliberately stumbled on the ground in front of Thomas. She covered her face with her hands, and her shoulders shook as if she were sobbing, but no one could see the suppressed smirk playing on her lips. She'd been looking forward to this for ages! "Thomas, you're really something. Just look at the kind of woman you sent to our family! Are you deliberately trying to insult me?" Elizabeth’s expression was livid. "That’s more than enough. Either you return the betrothal gifts or hand over Kayla to us! Otherwise, I will tear this place down!" Seeing the situation getting out of hand, Monica stepped forward as well. "Old Mrs. Anderson, did Yvonne do anything to offend you? She's still young..." "Bah!" In her anger, Elizabeth couldn’t care less about etiquette. "Don't you dare push the blame onto her. It's obviously you two who deliberately cooked up this plan to mess with my family! Do you really think that I’m a confused old lady who can't tell right from wrong?" "This..." Monica choked on her own saliva and turned to Thomas for help. They couldn't let Elizabeth take Kayla away. Thomas looked hesitant, still clueless about what to say. Elizabeth lost her patience and ordered the bodyguards harshly, "Go, bring Kayla to me!" In no time, two bodyguards brought Kayla to the living room. Kayla was struggling and screamed, "I would rather die than marry that blind man!" Elizabeth gave her a loud slap on the cheek that made Kayla’s head spin. "Who do you think you are? Since your father accepted our betrothal gifts, you now belong to the Anderson family! It seems that your parents failed to bring you up well, so I'll make sure you learn some discipline!" Elizabeth said, shaking with anger. "Even if Stephen's blind, you have no right to complain. With your dismal background, you should be grateful for this golden opportunity to be part of my family!" "Old Mrs. Anderson, let’s be frank now that things have come to this point of no return," Monica sneered sarcastically. "A blind man like Stephen is finally married, and to the only heiress of the Miller family too. They suit each other perfectly. Do you think you're in any position to complain?" Chapter 6 "Monica!" Thomas tried to stop her in dismay. "Very well!" Elizabeth laughed mockingly, clapping her hands. "I can finally see why your daughter's such a spoiled brat. Like mother, like daughter." Elizabeth had been doubtful when Yvonne tearfully told her what had actually happened a few days ago. Yet she was fully convinced now. Monica was not only materialistic but also a cruel and despicable woman. "Men, hold this woman down and slap her so that she knows her place!" Elizabeth ordered, and two bodyguards rushed forward. One held Monica down while the other slapped her ruthlessly. Monica’s screams and the sound of the slaps echoed in the living room while Kayla cried and begged them to stop. Yvonne was secretly enjoying the satisfaction. It was a shame that she couldn’t personally lend a hand in beating Monica up. At this moment, a sedan entered the courtyard. The license plate seemed very familiar to the bodyguards stationed outside. A man stepped out of the car. When the bodyguards saw who it was, they were stunned before quickly running into the living room to report his arrival. "Madam, Mr. Anderson is here." Elizabeth was shocked as she looked at the door incredulously. "Stephen's here?" Stephen hadn't set foot outside since he lost his eyesight. He wouldn't listen to anyone's advice to leave the mansion. Why did he come to Miller Villa today? It was unbelievable! Elizabeth felt like she was in a dream as she watched Stephen walk through the door with a cane in his hand. Everyone in the living room fell silent at Stephen's arrival. They stared at him with widened eyes, afraid to even breathe too loudly. Stephen broke the silence. "Grandma, why did you bring my wife back to her parents' home without telling me?" His question took everyone by surprise. What did he mean? With his dull eyes, Stephen turned left and right, seemingly searching for someone. "Where's Yvonne?" Reading the situation quickly, Yvonne stepped forward and headed straight for Stephen. "Stephen, why did you leave the mansion?" "I woke up from my nap and couldn't find you. When I asked the maids, they told me that you'd gone out with Grandma." Stephen reached out his hand, and Yvonne understood immediately, wrapping her hand around his. The two looked like a newlywed couple, completely enamored with each other. However, the scene was a little too much to take in at first sight for outsiders. They both are inormal... No matter how affectionate they were, it was a strange picture to behold. "Grandma, I’ve brought some gifts for my father- and mother-in-law. Can you help me arrange it?" As Stephen was blind, he had no idea of the chaos that had erupted in the living room just now. His only thought was to take Yvonne home as soon as possible. Yvonne could feel the cold sweat on Stephen’s hand and noticed his anxiety. She turned to Elizabeth and begged, "Grandma, can I go home with Stephen first?" Elizabeth furrowed her brows as she stared at Yvonne. She wasn't pleased with this hideous granddaughter-in-law of hers. However, Stephen had finally left the mansion and appeared in public because of her. In addition, Elizabeth felt somewhat calmer now. The situation had gotten so out of hand that the embarrassment was getting too much to bear. After much hesitation, she waved her hand in resignation and said, "Forget it. You two go back first; I'll handle the rest." Yvonne gave Stephen a helping hand as they walked out, but she came to a halt all of a sudden, as if she remembered something. She turned to Thomas and said in a beseeching tone, "Father, when will you give me my dowry?" It was an item Thomas had promised to return to her after she got married. With Elizabeth around, he couldn’t go back on his word. Hearing this, Thomas' face twisted in anger, but he could only grit his teeth and respond, "Alright, I'll go get it now." Monica knew exactly what Yvonne wanted. Her furious gaze bore into Yvonne, giving her a death stare. That horrible woman deliberately came here to provoke her! Chapter 7 Thomas went to his study and returned with a box made out of redwood. He handed it over to Yvonne. Yvonne smiled and obediently said, "Thank you, Father." Thomas gritted his teeth. "No need to thank me. Just make sure you live happily with Mr. Anderson." In other words, once she took the gift, she should never return home again. Yvonne had no intention of following his wishes. This was only the start of her revenge. She said teasingly, "Don't worry, I'll bring Mr. Anderson home to visit both of you often." Thomas was so mad that his expression became stormy. In the car, Stephen stretched out his hand. "What did you get from your father?" "It’s my late mother’s last masterpiece, a ruby necklace," Yvonne replied. She opened the box. A luxurious and extravagant ruby necklace, Treasured Love, was lying inside. It had finally returned to her after so many years! But when Yvonne remembered that her mother's love for Thomas had inspired the creation of this necklace, she slammed the box shut. Her hatred for Thomas boiled inside her. He didn’t deserve to possess this Treasured Love! It would be an insult and a disservice to such an exquisite necklace! Last year, Yvonne saw a photo of Monica walking the red carpet with the necklace around her neck. The masterpiece caught the attention and focus of major fashion magazines around the world. Just thinking about it made Yvonne grit her teeth with anger. She was determined to take back everything they had stolen from her and pay them back for all their evil deeds! "I hope something so troublesome like this will only occur once. There should be no next time," Stephen warned coldly. Yvonne snapped out of her thoughts and looked at Stephen's hand. Once a person lost their sight, it was inevitable that he would become more vulnerable and anxious in unfamiliar environments. She'd never expected Stephen to show up at Miller Villa. She pursed her lips. "Thank you for coming." Stephen turned his face away and said indifferently, "Don't thank me. I didn’t do it out of the kindness of my heart." If Yvonne had been of no value to him, he couldn’t care less about what would have happened to her. Elizabeth wasn't someone to be trifled with. She threatened the Jones family to behave themselves; otherwise, she would drive them out of Northerna City. Her threat made it crystal clear that the feud between the Anderson family and the Jones family had begun. After seeing Elizabeth off, Thomas turned around and slapped Monica. "This is all your fault! Now that we’ve offended the Andersons, we're doomed!" Monica cried, holding her burning cheek. "Do you think I wanted this to happen? The Anderson family forced our hand! Why should I marry my precious daughter off to a blind man?" Thomas was so furious that he raised his hand to slap her again, but Kayla stopped him. "Dad, Mom did this because of me! If you want to hit someone, hit me!" "Kayla, let him slap me! If he has the guts, he might as well make me vanish on the earth!" Watching them sob in each other's arms, Thomas had nowhere to vent his anger, so he stamped his foot and left in a rage. With tears running down her cheeks, Kayla asked, "Mom, what should we do now?" "Don't be intimidated by your dad's words." Monica wiped away Kayla's tears and comforted her. "Besides, the feud between the Anderson family and the Robinson family has been going on for a long time. Being on bad terms with the Andersons may actually help you marry into the Robinson family." There were four elite families in Northerna City: the Andersons, the Robinsons, the Johnsons, and the Dawsons. Although the Andersons had the most influence, the Robinson family was a close second. Getting into the Robinson family was their true goal. "But..." When Kayla thought of how loving Yvonne and Stephen seemed, she couldn’t help feeling resentful. "If Yvonne truly becomes part of the Anderson family, didn’t we just do her a favor for nothing?" Monica sneered. "My girl, don’t you know who Stephen is? He's known to be a ruthless man. Sooner or later, Yvonne will be planted his hands!" It was rumored that Stephen was merciless to the point that he would even sacrifice his own family, let alone a nobody like Yvonne. | Listen to books | 145 | https://facebook.com/100093148902033 | 0 | LEARN_MORE | 1692514800 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Yvonne Miller sat at the dressing table in her wedding gown. She carefully hid the terrible scar on her left cheek with her bridal veil. That looked much better. Today was supposed to be her big day as she was marrying into the Anderson family. However, the voices outside her door were getting on her nerves. "Mother, will the Anderson family really accept a country girl like her into their family?" "What else can we do? Would you rather marry that blind man?" Kayla Jones frowned and pouted as she looked at her mother, Monica Langley. "No way! A blind man like Stephen is useless to me! I won't ruin my future by marrying him!" Stephen Anderson was not only blind; he was also sickly and needed to take countless medications every day. With his condition, there was no telling how much longer he'd live. Kayla didn't want to be a widow at such a young age. Before Monica could reply, the door opened. Yvonne emerged from her room, giving them a cold glance as she walked past. Although Yvonne’s face was covered by a veil, the frosty look in her eyes sent chills running down Monica's and Kayla’s spines. Yvonne stalked right up to Thomas. "You'd better keep your promise to me," Yvonne muttered as she walked past him and went down the stairs without looking back. Although the villa was named Miller Villa, no one with the last name Miller had lived here for the past ten years. When Yvonne was eight years old, both her mother and grandfather passed away, leaving Yvonne as the Miller family's lone heir. Her father, Thomas Jones, was only a son-in-law who'd married into the family. He'd taken advantage of the Miller family’s wealth before marrying Monica. They had two daughters, Katie and Kayla Jones. For two years after that, Yvonne suffered constant humiliation and torture. Although she was the only daughter of the Miller family, she was treated worse than an animal. To make matters worse, her stepsister, Kayla Jones, had marred her face with a scar. When that incident occurred, Monica concocted a lie to protect Kayla, putting all the blame on Yvonne instead. In a fit of rage, Thomas banished Yvonne to the countryside. For many years, no one cared about her. It wasn't until Kayla was forced to marry Stephen thanks to Thomas owing the Anderson family a large sum of money that they finally remembered Yvonne’s existence. "Get in the car. We don't want to be late," the driver urged impatiently, pulling Yvonne out of her reverie. Yvonne stared at Miller Villa, her lips curving in a mocking smile. One day, she would make them regret the decision they made today. She silently vowed to reclaim everything that belonged to the Miller family. Two hours later, Yvonne arrived at Anderson Mansion, but there was no sign of any preparation for the wedding ceremony. Yvonne followed a maid up to the second floor where they stopped outside a door at the end of the corridor. "Get out!" A roar came from inside the room, startling both Yvonne and the maid. The maid tried to remain calm as she said, "You can go in by yourself." In a blink of an eye, Yvonne found herself alone at the door. Before she'd returned to Northerna City, Yvonne had investigated the Anderson family. Philip Anderson had three sons—Charles, William, and Harry. Stephen was the eldest son of Charles Anderson and Diane Robinson; however, he was the second-eldest among his cousins. Soon after he was born, Stephen's mother passed away, and Charles married a famous actress, Camille Sharpe. In terms of family background, talent, and ability, Stephen blew his peers out of the water. At a young age, he was entrusted with the management of Anderson Group. Alas, he had gone blind due to an accident. If not for his disability, Stephen would've been the most distinguished and revered person in Northerna City, rather than the outcast that everyone shunned. Although their childhood experiences were similar, Stephen was still luckier than her. Yvonne took a deep breath and slowly turned the doorknob in her hand. As soon as the door opened, a vase came flying toward her. Without hesitation, Yvonne dodged, and the flying vase smashed into a thousand tiny pieces behind her. Phew, that was close. The vase had been aimed directly at her face! Was he attempting to blame his own wife? The lights were switched off, and the room was in total darkness. Yvonne could barely make out a blurry figure in the distance. Without thinking twice, she reached out and turned on the light. As the lights came on, Yvonne finally saw her groom for the first time. The man stood more than six feet tall. He had defined features and impeccable bone structure. His jawline was sharp and perfectly contoured. This guy was drop-dead gorgeous! His only flaw was his eyes that were dull and had no shine at all. His pitch-black pupils were like an abyss. Yvonne started to feel a bit sorry for the man, but his next words quickly extinguished her pity. "Marrying a blind man for money—don't you think you're downright despicable?" Chapter 2 When she heard Stephen’s words, Yvonne smirked. "Throwing shade on yourself to mock me, huh? You’re quite ruthless yourself." "You..." Stephen frowned. "Thomas sold you off to pay his debt. Why aren’t you resentful? You even seem to be happy about it. How dumb can you be?" "I heard he owed your family 100 million dollars. I never thought I'd be worth that much myself." Yvonne tiptoed around the mess Stephen had made and smiled at him sweetly. "If I understand what you mean—I’m just a commodity to be sold. Since you wish to return me, you should look for the man who agreed to the deal in the first place. Why are you venting your anger on me?" "You..." Stephen struggled to think of a retort. He could already imagine the smug look on the woman's face. While he was at a loss for words, Yvonne took the opportunity to discuss the matter at hand. "Actually, I'm not Kayla Jones. My name's Yvonne Miller. I'm the daughter Thomas had with his first wife and the heiress of the Miller family. You won't lose out by marrying me. However, I have to warn you that my appearance is far behind your expectations." Taking a breath, Yvonne piped up cheerfully, "But that’s not important anyway! Since I’m not pretty and you're blind, we’re a perfect match. Let’s make the best of things and register our marriage tomorrow." Stephen’s head was spinning because of Yvonne’s constant chattering. He couldn’t believe how shameless this woman was. Seeing that she wasn’t going to budge, Stephen jumped into action. He grabbed Yvonne’s arm and dragged her out, almost tripping on the items he'd thrown on the floor. "I'm telling you the truth. Why won’t you consider it?" Yvonne pleaded. "Shut up!" Stephen roared in anger. "Even though I’m blind, I won’t let a woman dictate my life!" "I'm not trying to dictate your life; I just…" Before Stephen could throw her out, Yvonne found her footing and resisted him. "Stephen, I'm not leaving this room tonight!" "You don't have a choice!" Stephen tried to evict her by force, but Yvonne whirled around and tried to fight back. Unexpectedly, Stephen managed to stop the attack by grabbing her wrist accurately. Having been blind for years, his other senses were heightened, and he'd already learned to gauge his opponent's position and direction of attack by listening to the sound of air movements. Stephen furrowed his brows. "Where did you learn how to fight?" "I don't know what you're talking about." Yvonne played dumb. "I just want to stay here. If you drive me away, I can only go back to the countryside. Besides, Thomas would come after me." "Don’t lie to me." Stephen pinched Yvonne's cheek, his hollow eyes sharp and intimidating. "What's your motive for marrying me?" Yvonne felt a little guilty. "Let go of me." "Answer me first!" Stephen insisted. "You're a grown man, aren’t you? Why are you so difficult to deal with?" As Yvonne struggled, Stephen's fingertips brushed against the scar on her face. His keen sense of touch noted the strange sensation. Subconsciously, he grazed his fingers carefully across her cheek and confirmed that it was a scar, but the texture was unusual. "Your scar…" It was fake. Before Stephen could say those three words, he felt a dull ache at the back of his neck. His vision went black, and he fell into Yvonne's arms. Yvonne tried to hold him up, feeling annoyed. Why did he have to run his hands over her face? She used all her strength to drag Stephen onto the bed and collapsed beside him, panting. After catching her breath, she turned to look at him. She had to admit that he was physically very attractive. It was a pity he was blind—and an unreasonable blind man at that. Come to think of it, it wasn’t out of the ordinary for Stephen to have a short temper. Judging from the situation and his behavior tonight, Stephen had probably lost his status and power overnight after becoming blind. He was now an outcast of the Anderson family that no one cared about. The feeling of being abandoned and looked down upon was all too familiar to Yvonne. Her curiosity was piqued, and she reached out to check Stephen's pulse. After a moment, Yvonne frowned thoughtfully. There really was something strange about his blindness. Since she'd hoped to rely on Stephen to help regain her family’s wealth, she couldn’t let anything untoward happen to him. Just as she made up her mind, Yvonne caught sight of a flickering red light in the upper left corner of the ceiling. There were surveillance cameras installed in Stephen’s bedroom. What underhanded tricks were these elite families capable of? Chapter 3 The next day, Stephen was awakened by a commotion outside. Frowning, he opened his eyes. As expected, he still couldn’t see anything. He shld have stopped hoping for a miracle anyway. Stephen made his way out of bed. The soreness in the back of his neck reminded him that last night wasn't a dream. He gritted his teeth in anger. How dare that woman lay her hands on him? She was looking for trouble! "The Jones family really had the nerve to send such an inappropriate woman to deceive our family. They must've thought that I’m an old lady with one foot in the grave! Send this woman back to where she belongs at once. Tell the Jones that if they don't pay back the money by today, I'll come after them!" Stephen could hear every word coming from the courtyard clearly as the glass door to his balcony was open. It seemed his grandmother, Elizabeth Anderson, had discovered that the Jones family sent an inferior substitute to be Stephen’s wife. Since becoming blind, Stephen had lost all interest in other people and events in the outside world. But strangely, he felt an unexpected desire to witness the humiliation and ridicule the shameless woman would face. Stephen got up and confidently made his way to the balcony, as he was familiar with the layout of his room. When he got there, he heard the woman pleading for mercy. "Madam Elizabeth, please don’t send me back! My stepmother will make me vanish on the earth!" Yvonne grabbed onto Elizabeth’s leg, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Don't try to fool me with your acting! Look at yourself in the mirror and see what a monster you are! You don’t even deserve to step on our property!" Elizabeth gave Yvonne a kick. She'd been utterly shocked when Yvonne appeared this morning and greeted her. When Yvonne started crying, she looked even more horrifying. The intersecting scars on her left cheek looked like centipedes crawling on her skin! Yvonne fell to the ground and wiped her tears. "Madam Elizabeth, as long as you spare my family and I, I'm willing to work like a slave for the Anderson family. I'll never dream of becoming the mistress of the family! I didn't want to help them deceive you, but I had no choice. If I didn't obey their wishes, I would've been horribly tortured! I’m truly innocent!" She cried and sobbed uncontrollably. Stephen’s temples throbbed as he listened in on the conversation. Was this the same woman from last night? He distinctly remembered her as a cheeky and reckless woman. There had been no sign that she was forced into this marriage. Soon, he realized that Yvonne was merely putting on an act. Although her words made it sound like she was on Thomas' side, she was actually shifting the blame to him! "Furthermore, Stephen and I already..." Yvonne buried her face in her hands, as if she were overwhelmed with sorrow. "If you send me back now, what am I to do? My whole life will be ruined!" Everyone present was shocked. Stephen clenched his fists. Everything that came out of this woman's mouth was a lie! Elizabeth was also taken aback by her declaration. It was true. The maids had informed her that Yvonne had stayed in Stephen’s room all night. Since Stephen lost his sight, Elizabeth had been extremely worried about his marriage prospects, hoping that he would at least have a child to continue the bloodline. However, every single woman she brought to Stephen was thrown out of the room without exception. Only this horrid woman had managed to stay the night. Elizabeth furrowed her brows. Did her grandson’s taste in women change after he lost his sight? At this moment, Charles’ second wife, Camille, approached her and said, "Mother, I think this miserable child looks pitiful. Why don't we keep her for a few days?" "No! This matter cannot be left as it is!" Elizabeth immediately rejected the suggestion. "Of course, we can't let Thomas off the hook. We still have to settle things with him." Camille stared at Yvonne and lowered her voice even further as she said, "Maybe she really knows how to take care of Stephen?" Elizabeth wasn’t fond of the idea. She glared at Yvonne as if she wanted to swallow her whole. Yvonne cowered in a corner, trembling like a leaf. "Since she was brought here to be my wife, I'll handle her myself." Stephen’s icy voice drifted from the balcony, interrupting the commotion. Everyone looked up, but Stephen had already turned around and walked back into his room. Elizabeth relented when she heard Stephen’s decision. She waved her hand for the maids to take Yvonne back to Stephen's room. Then she turned to Camille and ordered, "Find out everything about that horrid creature's background." Chapter 4 Returning to Stephen’s room, Yvonne walked straight toward him. There was no hint of pain or sadness on her face. "Thank you for speaking up for me, Stephen," she said. Before Yvonne could react, Stephen pinned her against the wall. Yvonne didn't resist and stared at him with interest. "Have you made up your mind? When can we register our marriage?" Stephen asked sternly, "What do you want?" He was highly guarded and wary of anyone who tried to force their way into his world. Furthermore, Stephen’s gut told him that Yvonne was no simple woman. "If you don't tell me the truth, I can make you disappear from this world without a trace," he threatened. Yvonne knew that she was playing with fire, but she showed no sign of fear. She reached out and touched Stephen’s eyes. "Would you be interested if I told you that I could restore your sight as long as you promised to marry me?" Stephen grabbed Yvonne's hand and asked, "Do you know what happens to those who lie to me?" "If you don’t believe me, give me seven days to prove it to you. During this time, go along with my treatment. After seven days, you can make your decision based on the results. If there's no improvement, you won't need to kick me out. I'll leave on my own," Yvonne said indifferently. Although her thoughtless words sounded reckless, Stephen couldn’t help but want to trust this woman. He considered her proposal for a moment before letting go of her hand. "Give me a reason to believe you." "No problem. I can administer acupuncture on you right now, and you can decide after trying it." Hearing the patter of her footsteps as she walked away and came back, Stephen hesitated for a moment before finally relenting and sitting on a chair. Yvonne smirked when she saw how tense Stephen looked. His whole body was on high alert and ready to spring at any sign of danger. If she made a slight mistake, he might even put her in danger. Last night, after checking his pulse, Yvonne had already decided on a treatment plan and mapped out the acupuncture points in her mind. She placed the acupuncture needles deftly with just the right amount of pressure. Stephen didn't feel any pain. Instead, he felt an inexplicable sense of relaxation wash over him, as if his tensed nerves and muscles had finally loosened up. Regardless of whether it did anything for his blindness, she was obviously quite skilled at acupuncture just based on her technique. As Stephen relaxed his clenched fists, his intimidating demeanor dissipated a little. When Yvonne removed the last needle, Stephen grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward him. "Where did you learn acupuncture?" "When I was a child, I learned it from an old doctor," Yvonne replied simply. Stephen didn't press her further. "Good, I'll give you seven days," Stephen said. "Right." Yvonne smiled confidently. "If I succeed, you'll have to marry me. How about that?" "Why do you want to marry me?" Stephen furrowed his brows. "As part of the deal, you have to give me something in return. At any rate, I won’t cause you any harm." Yvonne stared at Stephen's face. "With a handsome husband like you, I’m getting the long end of the stick." Stephen remained silent. Over the years, he'd tried numerous methods to regain his sight, but most of them had failed. Now that there was a glimmer of hope, he wasn’t going to let it slip by. When she saw that Stephen wasn’t speaking, Yvonne withdrew her hand and said cheekily, "From now on, I'll have to rely on you to protect me." Stephen grunted in displeasure as he got up and walked away. He could wait for seven days; it was nothing to him. However, if this woman dared to joke about his condition, he would definitely make her regret it. Staring at his back, Yvonne's smile faded. The truth was that she needed a marriage certificate to fulfill the condition on her grandfather’s secret will. She would only be able to inherit Miller Jewels, the Miller family’s jewelry business, once she was married. If it weren’t for that, she wouldn’t have gone to such lengths. Upon further reflection, she realized that it would be better to marry Stephen and become a member of the Anderson family instead of marrying just any man. After all, she still needed someone influential to rely on in Northerna City. She had nothing to lose from this deal. Chapter 5 In less than three days, Elizabeth had collected all the available information on Yvonne. Despite the minuscule amount of data, she was infuriated. "The Jones family really didn't take us seriously! That woman isn't merely ill-looking; she didn’t even graduate from high school! She's just an uneducated country girl!" This time, Camille was speechless as well. Yvonne’s background and appearance were truly an insult to the Anderson family’s reputation. Elizabeth slammed the table. "Let’s go right now! Get a few strong men and take that horrid woman with us! We're going to Miller Villa!" Meanwhile, the Jones family at Miller Villa was unaware of the storm that was about to hit. "Thomas, don’t you think that I gave you a good idea? I told you that the Anderson family's blind son wasn’t in a position to pick and choose. No matter who we send to them, they'll accept her willingly." Monica was quite pleased with herself. "I even managed to keep Kayla safe. With her sharp mind and beauty, she'll definitely marry into a good family and support us." Thomas gave her the side-eye but didn't comment. He'd been feeling restless for the past few days. Deep down, he felt that this matter wasn't going to be resolved easily. However, there was still no news from the Anderson family. Could it be that, as Monica said, the Anderson family was willing to swallow this bitter pill? Just as Thomas was starting to feel relieved, it was abruptly shattered by an unexpected guest. Seconds after the housekeeper reported their arrival, Elizabeth and her entourage barged into the living room. She was utterly furious. "Thomas, you’d better give me a good explanation!" Thomas spotted Yvonne being held hostage by the bodyguards, and a chill ran down his spine. He went forward in a hurry. "Old Mrs. Anderson, what’s the meaning of this? Can't we talk this out?" "I have nothing to talk to you about!" Elizabeth waved her hand, and the bodyguards immediately pushed Yvonne forward. Staggering, Yvonne deliberately stumbled on the ground in front of Thomas. She covered her face with her hands, and her shoulders shook as if she were sobbing, but no one could see the suppressed smirk playing on her lips. She'd been looking forward to this for ages! "Thomas, you're really something. Just look at the kind of woman you sent to our family! Are you deliberately trying to insult me?" Elizabeth’s expression was livid. "That’s more than enough. Either you return the betrothal gifts or hand over Kayla to us! Otherwise, I will tear this place down!" Seeing the situation getting out of hand, Monica stepped forward as well. "Old Mrs. Anderson, did Yvonne do anything to offend you? She's still young..." "Bah!" In her anger, Elizabeth couldn’t care less about etiquette. "Don't you dare push the blame onto her. It's obviously you two who deliberately cooked up this plan to mess with my family! Do you really think that I’m a confused old lady who can't tell right from wrong?" "This..." Monica choked on her own saliva and turned to Thomas for help. They couldn't let Elizabeth take Kayla away. Thomas looked hesitant, still clueless about what to say. Elizabeth lost her patience and ordered the bodyguards harshly, "Go, bring Kayla to me!" In no time, two bodyguards brought Kayla to the living room. Kayla was struggling and screamed, "I would rather die than marry that blind man!" Elizabeth gave her a loud slap on the cheek that made Kayla’s head spin. "Who do you think you are? Since your father accepted our betrothal gifts, you now belong to the Anderson family! It seems that your parents failed to bring you up well, so I'll make sure you learn some discipline!" Elizabeth said, shaking with anger. "Even if Stephen's blind, you have no right to complain. With your dismal background, you should be grateful for this golden opportunity to be part of my family!" "Old Mrs. Anderson, let’s be frank now that things have come to this point of no return," Monica sneered sarcastically. "A blind man like Stephen is finally married, and to the only heiress of the Miller family too. They suit each other perfectly. Do you think you're in any position to complain?" Chapter 6 "Monica!" Thomas tried to stop her in dismay. "Very well!" Elizabeth laughed mockingly, clapping her hands. "I can finally see why your daughter's such a spoiled brat. Like mother, like daughter." Elizabeth had been doubtful when Yvonne tearfully told her what had actually happened a few days ago. Yet she was fully convinced now. Monica was not only materialistic but also a cruel and despicable woman. "Men, hold this woman down and slap her so that she knows her place!" Elizabeth ordered, and two bodyguards rushed forward. One held Monica down while the other slapped her ruthlessly. Monica’s screams and the sound of the slaps echoed in the living room while Kayla cried and begged them to stop. Yvonne was secretly enjoying the satisfaction. It was a shame that she couldn’t personally lend a hand in beating Monica up. At this moment, a sedan entered the courtyard. The license plate seemed very familiar to the bodyguards stationed outside. A man stepped out of the car. When the bodyguards saw who it was, they were stunned before quickly running into the living room to report his arrival. "Madam, Mr. Anderson is here." Elizabeth was shocked as she looked at the door incredulously. "Stephen's here?" Stephen hadn't set foot outside since he lost his eyesight. He wouldn't listen to anyone's advice to leave the mansion. Why did he come to Miller Villa today? It was unbelievable! Elizabeth felt like she was in a dream as she watched Stephen walk through the door with a cane in his hand. Everyone in the living room fell silent at Stephen's arrival. They stared at him with widened eyes, afraid to even breathe too loudly. Stephen broke the silence. "Grandma, why did you bring my wife back to her parents' home without telling me?" His question took everyone by surprise. What did he mean? With his dull eyes, Stephen turned left and right, seemingly searching for someone. "Where's Yvonne?" Reading the situation quickly, Yvonne stepped forward and headed straight for Stephen. "Stephen, why did you leave the mansion?" "I woke up from my nap and couldn't find you. When I asked the maids, they told me that you'd gone out with Grandma." Stephen reached out his hand, and Yvonne understood immediately, wrapping her hand around his. The two looked like a newlywed couple, completely enamored with each other. However, the scene was a little too much to take in at first sight for outsiders. They both are inormal... No matter how affectionate they were, it was a strange picture to behold. "Grandma, I’ve brought some gifts for my father- and mother-in-law. Can you help me arrange it?" As Stephen was blind, he had no idea of the chaos that had erupted in the living room just now. His only thought was to take Yvonne home as soon as possible. Yvonne could feel the cold sweat on Stephen’s hand and noticed his anxiety. She turned to Elizabeth and begged, "Grandma, can I go home with Stephen first?" Elizabeth furrowed her brows as she stared at Yvonne. She wasn't pleased with this hideous granddaughter-in-law of hers. However, Stephen had finally left the mansion and appeared in public because of her. In addition, Elizabeth felt somewhat calmer now. The situation had gotten so out of hand that the embarrassment was getting too much to bear. After much hesitation, she waved her hand in resignation and said, "Forget it. You two go back first; I'll handle the rest." Yvonne gave Stephen a helping hand as they walked out, but she came to a halt all of a sudden, as if she remembered something. She turned to Thomas and said in a beseeching tone, "Father, when will you give me my dowry?" It was an item Thomas had promised to return to her after she got married. With Elizabeth around, he couldn’t go back on his word. Hearing this, Thomas' face twisted in anger, but he could only grit his teeth and respond, "Alright, I'll go get it now." Monica knew exactly what Yvonne wanted. Her furious gaze bore into Yvonne, giving her a death stare. That horrible woman deliberately came here to provoke her! Chapter 7 Thomas went to his study and returned with a box made out of redwood. He handed it over to Yvonne. Yvonne smiled and obediently said, "Thank you, Father." Thomas gritted his teeth. "No need to thank me. Just make sure you live happily with Mr. Anderson." In other words, once she took the gift, she should never return home again. Yvonne had no intention of following his wishes. This was only the start of her revenge. She said teasingly, "Don't worry, I'll bring Mr. Anderson home to visit both of you often." Thomas was so mad that his expression became stormy. In the car, Stephen stretched out his hand. "What did you get from your father?" "It’s my late mother’s last masterpiece, a ruby necklace," Yvonne replied. She opened the box. A luxurious and extravagant ruby necklace, Treasured Love, was lying inside. It had finally returned to her after so many years! But when Yvonne remembered that her mother's love for Thomas had inspired the creation of this necklace, she slammed the box shut. Her hatred for Thomas boiled inside her. He didn’t deserve to possess this Treasured Love! It would be an insult and a disservice to such an exquisite necklace! Last year, Yvonne saw a photo of Monica walking the red carpet with the necklace around her neck. The masterpiece caught the attention and focus of major fashion magazines around the world. Just thinking about it made Yvonne grit her teeth with anger. She was determined to take back everything they had stolen from her and pay them back for all their evil deeds! "I hope something so troublesome like this will only occur once. There should be no next time," Stephen warned coldly. Yvonne snapped out of her thoughts and looked at Stephen's hand. Once a person lost their sight, it was inevitable that he would become more vulnerable and anxious in unfamiliar environments. She'd never expected Stephen to show up at Miller Villa. She pursed her lips. "Thank you for coming." Stephen turned his face away and said indifferently, "Don't thank me. I didn’t do it out of the kindness of my heart." If Yvonne had been of no value to him, he couldn’t care less about what would have happened to her. Elizabeth wasn't someone to be trifled with. She threatened the Jones family to behave themselves; otherwise, she would drive them out of Northerna City. Her threat made it crystal clear that the feud between the Anderson family and the Jones family had begun. After seeing Elizabeth off, Thomas turned around and slapped Monica. "This is all your fault! Now that we’ve offended the Andersons, we're doomed!" Monica cried, holding her burning cheek. "Do you think I wanted this to happen? The Anderson family forced our hand! Why should I marry my precious daughter off to a blind man?" Thomas was so furious that he raised his hand to slap her again, but Kayla stopped him. "Dad, Mom did this because of me! If you want to hit someone, hit me!" "Kayla, let him slap me! If he has the guts, he might as well make me vanish on the earth!" Watching them sob in each other's arms, Thomas had nowhere to vent his anger, so he stamped his foot and left in a rage. With tears running down her cheeks, Kayla asked, "Mom, what should we do now?" "Don't be intimidated by your dad's words." Monica wiped away Kayla's tears and comforted her. "Besides, the feud between the Anderson family and the Robinson family has been going on for a long time. Being on bad terms with the Andersons may actually help you marry into the Robinson family." There were four elite families in Northerna City: the Andersons, the Robinsons, the Johnsons, and the Dawsons. Although the Andersons had the most influence, the Robinson family was a close second. Getting into the Robinson family was their true goal. "But..." When Kayla thought of how loving Yvonne and Stephen seemed, she couldn’t help feeling resentful. "If Yvonne truly becomes part of the Anderson family, didn’t we just do her a favor for nothing?" Monica sneered. "My girl, don’t you know who Stephen is? He's known to be a ruthless man. Sooner or later, Yvonne will be planted his hands!" It was rumored that Stephen was merciless to the point that he would even sacrifice his own family, let alone a nobody like Yvonne. | Listen to books | 145 | https://facebook.com/100093148902033 | 0 | LEARN_MORE | 1692514800 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Yvonne Miller sat at the dressing table in her wedding gown. She carefully hid the terrible scar on her left cheek with her bridal veil. That looked much better. Today was supposed to be her big day as she was marrying into the Anderson family. However, the voices outside her door were getting on her nerves. "Mother, will the Anderson family really accept a country girl like her into their family?" "What else can we do? Would you rather marry that blind man?" Kayla Jones frowned and pouted as she looked at her mother, Monica Langley. "No way! A blind man like Stephen is useless to me! I won't ruin my future by marrying him!" Stephen Anderson was not only blind; he was also sickly and needed to take countless medications every day. With his condition, there was no telling how much longer he'd live. Kayla didn't want to be a widow at such a young age. Before Monica could reply, the door opened. Yvonne emerged from her room, giving them a cold glance as she walked past. Although Yvonne’s face was covered by a veil, the frosty look in her eyes sent chills running down Monica's and Kayla’s spines. Yvonne stalked right up to Thomas. "You'd better keep your promise to me," Yvonne muttered as she walked past him and went down the stairs without looking back. Although the villa was named Miller Villa, no one with the last name Miller had lived here for the past ten years. When Yvonne was eight years old, both her mother and grandfather passed away, leaving Yvonne as the Miller family's lone heir. Her father, Thomas Jones, was only a son-in-law who'd married into the family. He'd taken advantage of the Miller family’s wealth before marrying Monica. They had two daughters, Katie and Kayla Jones. For two years after that, Yvonne suffered constant humiliation and torture. Although she was the only daughter of the Miller family, she was treated worse than an animal. To make matters worse, her stepsister, Kayla Jones, had marred her face with a scar. When that incident occurred, Monica concocted a lie to protect Kayla, putting all the blame on Yvonne instead. In a fit of rage, Thomas banished Yvonne to the countryside. For many years, no one cared about her. It wasn't until Kayla was forced to marry Stephen thanks to Thomas owing the Anderson family a large sum of money that they finally remembered Yvonne’s existence. "Get in the car. We don't want to be late," the driver urged impatiently, pulling Yvonne out of her reverie. Yvonne stared at Miller Villa, her lips curving in a mocking smile. One day, she would make them regret the decision they made today. She silently vowed to reclaim everything that belonged to the Miller family. Two hours later, Yvonne arrived at Anderson Mansion, but there was no sign of any preparation for the wedding ceremony. Yvonne followed a maid up to the second floor where they stopped outside a door at the end of the corridor. "Get out!" A roar came from inside the room, startling both Yvonne and the maid. The maid tried to remain calm as she said, "You can go in by yourself." In a blink of an eye, Yvonne found herself alone at the door. Before she'd returned to Northerna City, Yvonne had investigated the Anderson family. Philip Anderson had three sons—Charles, William, and Harry. Stephen was the eldest son of Charles Anderson and Diane Robinson; however, he was the second-eldest among his cousins. Soon after he was born, Stephen's mother passed away, and Charles married a famous actress, Camille Sharpe. In terms of family background, talent, and ability, Stephen blew his peers out of the water. At a young age, he was entrusted with the management of Anderson Group. Alas, he had gone blind due to an accident. If not for his disability, Stephen would've been the most distinguished and revered person in Northerna City, rather than the outcast that everyone shunned. Although their childhood experiences were similar, Stephen was still luckier than her. Yvonne took a deep breath and slowly turned the doorknob in her hand. As soon as the door opened, a vase came flying toward her. Without hesitation, Yvonne dodged, and the flying vase smashed into a thousand tiny pieces behind her. Phew, that was close. The vase had been aimed directly at her face! Was he attempting to blame his own wife? The lights were switched off, and the room was in total darkness. Yvonne could barely make out a blurry figure in the distance. Without thinking twice, she reached out and turned on the light. As the lights came on, Yvonne finally saw her groom for the first time. The man stood more than six feet tall. He had defined features and impeccable bone structure. His jawline was sharp and perfectly contoured. This guy was drop-dead gorgeous! His only flaw was his eyes that were dull and had no shine at all. His pitch-black pupils were like an abyss. Yvonne started to feel a bit sorry for the man, but his next words quickly extinguished her pity. "Marrying a blind man for money—don't you think you're downright despicable?" Chapter 2 When she heard Stephen’s words, Yvonne smirked. "Throwing shade on yourself to mock me, huh? You’re quite ruthless yourself." "You..." Stephen frowned. "Thomas sold you off to pay his debt. Why aren’t you resentful? You even seem to be happy about it. How dumb can you be?" "I heard he owed your family 100 million dollars. I never thought I'd be worth that much myself." Yvonne tiptoed around the mess Stephen had made and smiled at him sweetly. "If I understand what you mean—I’m just a commodity to be sold. Since you wish to return me, you should look for the man who agreed to the deal in the first place. Why are you venting your anger on me?" "You..." Stephen struggled to think of a retort. He could already imagine the smug look on the woman's face. While he was at a loss for words, Yvonne took the opportunity to discuss the matter at hand. "Actually, I'm not Kayla Jones. My name's Yvonne Miller. I'm the daughter Thomas had with his first wife and the heiress of the Miller family. You won't lose out by marrying me. However, I have to warn you that my appearance is far behind your expectations." Taking a breath, Yvonne piped up cheerfully, "But that’s not important anyway! Since I’m not pretty and you're blind, we’re a perfect match. Let’s make the best of things and register our marriage tomorrow." Stephen’s head was spinning because of Yvonne’s constant chattering. He couldn’t believe how shameless this woman was. Seeing that she wasn’t going to budge, Stephen jumped into action. He grabbed Yvonne’s arm and dragged her out, almost tripping on the items he'd thrown on the floor. "I'm telling you the truth. Why won’t you consider it?" Yvonne pleaded. "Shut up!" Stephen roared in anger. "Even though I’m blind, I won’t let a woman dictate my life!" "I'm not trying to dictate your life; I just…" Before Stephen could throw her out, Yvonne found her footing and resisted him. "Stephen, I'm not leaving this room tonight!" "You don't have a choice!" Stephen tried to evict her by force, but Yvonne whirled around and tried to fight back. Unexpectedly, Stephen managed to stop the attack by grabbing her wrist accurately. Having been blind for years, his other senses were heightened, and he'd already learned to gauge his opponent's position and direction of attack by listening to the sound of air movements. Stephen furrowed his brows. "Where did you learn how to fight?" "I don't know what you're talking about." Yvonne played dumb. "I just want to stay here. If you drive me away, I can only go back to the countryside. Besides, Thomas would come after me." "Don’t lie to me." Stephen pinched Yvonne's cheek, his hollow eyes sharp and intimidating. "What's your motive for marrying me?" Yvonne felt a little guilty. "Let go of me." "Answer me first!" Stephen insisted. "You're a grown man, aren’t you? Why are you so difficult to deal with?" As Yvonne struggled, Stephen's fingertips brushed against the scar on her face. His keen sense of touch noted the strange sensation. Subconsciously, he grazed his fingers carefully across her cheek and confirmed that it was a scar, but the texture was unusual. "Your scar…" It was fake. Before Stephen could say those three words, he felt a dull ache at the back of his neck. His vision went black, and he fell into Yvonne's arms. Yvonne tried to hold him up, feeling annoyed. Why did he have to run his hands over her face? She used all her strength to drag Stephen onto the bed and collapsed beside him, panting. After catching her breath, she turned to look at him. She had to admit that he was physically very attractive. It was a pity he was blind—and an unreasonable blind man at that. Come to think of it, it wasn’t out of the ordinary for Stephen to have a short temper. Judging from the situation and his behavior tonight, Stephen had probably lost his status and power overnight after becoming blind. He was now an outcast of the Anderson family that no one cared about. The feeling of being abandoned and looked down upon was all too familiar to Yvonne. Her curiosity was piqued, and she reached out to check Stephen's pulse. After a moment, Yvonne frowned thoughtfully. There really was something strange about his blindness. Since she'd hoped to rely on Stephen to help regain her family’s wealth, she couldn’t let anything untoward happen to him. Just as she made up her mind, Yvonne caught sight of a flickering red light in the upper left corner of the ceiling. There were surveillance cameras installed in Stephen’s bedroom. What underhanded tricks were these elite families capable of? Chapter 3 The next day, Stephen was awakened by a commotion outside. Frowning, he opened his eyes. As expected, he still couldn’t see anything. He shld have stopped hoping for a miracle anyway. Stephen made his way out of bed. The soreness in the back of his neck reminded him that last night wasn't a dream. He gritted his teeth in anger. How dare that woman lay her hands on him? She was looking for trouble! "The Jones family really had the nerve to send such an inappropriate woman to deceive our family. They must've thought that I’m an old lady with one foot in the grave! Send this woman back to where she belongs at once. Tell the Jones that if they don't pay back the money by today, I'll come after them!" Stephen could hear every word coming from the courtyard clearly as the glass door to his balcony was open. It seemed his grandmother, Elizabeth Anderson, had discovered that the Jones family sent an inferior substitute to be Stephen’s wife. Since becoming blind, Stephen had lost all interest in other people and events in the outside world. But strangely, he felt an unexpected desire to witness the humiliation and ridicule the shameless woman would face. Stephen got up and confidently made his way to the balcony, as he was familiar with the layout of his room. When he got there, he heard the woman pleading for mercy. "Madam Elizabeth, please don’t send me back! My stepmother will make me vanish on the earth!" Yvonne grabbed onto Elizabeth’s leg, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Don't try to fool me with your acting! Look at yourself in the mirror and see what a monster you are! You don’t even deserve to step on our property!" Elizabeth gave Yvonne a kick. She'd been utterly shocked when Yvonne appeared this morning and greeted her. When Yvonne started crying, she looked even more horrifying. The intersecting scars on her left cheek looked like centipedes crawling on her skin! Yvonne fell to the ground and wiped her tears. "Madam Elizabeth, as long as you spare my family and I, I'm willing to work like a slave for the Anderson family. I'll never dream of becoming the mistress of the family! I didn't want to help them deceive you, but I had no choice. If I didn't obey their wishes, I would've been horribly tortured! I’m truly innocent!" She cried and sobbed uncontrollably. Stephen’s temples throbbed as he listened in on the conversation. Was this the same woman from last night? He distinctly remembered her as a cheeky and reckless woman. There had been no sign that she was forced into this marriage. Soon, he realized that Yvonne was merely putting on an act. Although her words made it sound like she was on Thomas' side, she was actually shifting the blame to him! "Furthermore, Stephen and I already..." Yvonne buried her face in her hands, as if she were overwhelmed with sorrow. "If you send me back now, what am I to do? My whole life will be ruined!" Everyone present was shocked. Stephen clenched his fists. Everything that came out of this woman's mouth was a lie! Elizabeth was also taken aback by her declaration. It was true. The maids had informed her that Yvonne had stayed in Stephen’s room all night. Since Stephen lost his sight, Elizabeth had been extremely worried about his marriage prospects, hoping that he would at least have a child to continue the bloodline. However, every single woman she brought to Stephen was thrown out of the room without exception. Only this horrid woman had managed to stay the night. Elizabeth furrowed her brows. Did her grandson’s taste in women change after he lost his sight? At this moment, Charles’ second wife, Camille, approached her and said, "Mother, I think this miserable child looks pitiful. Why don't we keep her for a few days?" "No! This matter cannot be left as it is!" Elizabeth immediately rejected the suggestion. "Of course, we can't let Thomas off the hook. We still have to settle things with him." Camille stared at Yvonne and lowered her voice even further as she said, "Maybe she really knows how to take care of Stephen?" Elizabeth wasn’t fond of the idea. She glared at Yvonne as if she wanted to swallow her whole. Yvonne cowered in a corner, trembling like a leaf. "Since she was brought here to be my wife, I'll handle her myself." Stephen’s icy voice drifted from the balcony, interrupting the commotion. Everyone looked up, but Stephen had already turned around and walked back into his room. Elizabeth relented when she heard Stephen’s decision. She waved her hand for the maids to take Yvonne back to Stephen's room. Then she turned to Camille and ordered, "Find out everything about that horrid creature's background." Chapter 4 Returning to Stephen’s room, Yvonne walked straight toward him. There was no hint of pain or sadness on her face. "Thank you for speaking up for me, Stephen," she said. Before Yvonne could react, Stephen pinned her against the wall. Yvonne didn't resist and stared at him with interest. "Have you made up your mind? When can we register our marriage?" Stephen asked sternly, "What do you want?" He was highly guarded and wary of anyone who tried to force their way into his world. Furthermore, Stephen’s gut told him that Yvonne was no simple woman. "If you don't tell me the truth, I can make you disappear from this world without a trace," he threatened. Yvonne knew that she was playing with fire, but she showed no sign of fear. She reached out and touched Stephen’s eyes. "Would you be interested if I told you that I could restore your sight as long as you promised to marry me?" Stephen grabbed Yvonne's hand and asked, "Do you know what happens to those who lie to me?" "If you don’t believe me, give me seven days to prove it to you. During this time, go along with my treatment. After seven days, you can make your decision based on the results. If there's no improvement, you won't need to kick me out. I'll leave on my own," Yvonne said indifferently. Although her thoughtless words sounded reckless, Stephen couldn’t help but want to trust this woman. He considered her proposal for a moment before letting go of her hand. "Give me a reason to believe you." "No problem. I can administer acupuncture on you right now, and you can decide after trying it." Hearing the patter of her footsteps as she walked away and came back, Stephen hesitated for a moment before finally relenting and sitting on a chair. Yvonne smirked when she saw how tense Stephen looked. His whole body was on high alert and ready to spring at any sign of danger. If she made a slight mistake, he might even put her in danger. Last night, after checking his pulse, Yvonne had already decided on a treatment plan and mapped out the acupuncture points in her mind. She placed the acupuncture needles deftly with just the right amount of pressure. Stephen didn't feel any pain. Instead, he felt an inexplicable sense of relaxation wash over him, as if his tensed nerves and muscles had finally loosened up. Regardless of whether it did anything for his blindness, she was obviously quite skilled at acupuncture just based on her technique. As Stephen relaxed his clenched fists, his intimidating demeanor dissipated a little. When Yvonne removed the last needle, Stephen grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward him. "Where did you learn acupuncture?" "When I was a child, I learned it from an old doctor," Yvonne replied simply. Stephen didn't press her further. "Good, I'll give you seven days," Stephen said. "Right." Yvonne smiled confidently. "If I succeed, you'll have to marry me. How about that?" "Why do you want to marry me?" Stephen furrowed his brows. "As part of the deal, you have to give me something in return. At any rate, I won’t cause you any harm." Yvonne stared at Stephen's face. "With a handsome husband like you, I’m getting the long end of the stick." Stephen remained silent. Over the years, he'd tried numerous methods to regain his sight, but most of them had failed. Now that there was a glimmer of hope, he wasn’t going to let it slip by. When she saw that Stephen wasn’t speaking, Yvonne withdrew her hand and said cheekily, "From now on, I'll have to rely on you to protect me." Stephen grunted in displeasure as he got up and walked away. He could wait for seven days; it was nothing to him. However, if this woman dared to joke about his condition, he would definitely make her regret it. Staring at his back, Yvonne's smile faded. The truth was that she needed a marriage certificate to fulfill the condition on her grandfather’s secret will. She would only be able to inherit Miller Jewels, the Miller family’s jewelry business, once she was married. If it weren’t for that, she wouldn’t have gone to such lengths. Upon further reflection, she realized that it would be better to marry Stephen and become a member of the Anderson family instead of marrying just any man. After all, she still needed someone influential to rely on in Northerna City. She had nothing to lose from this deal. Chapter 5 In less than three days, Elizabeth had collected all the available information on Yvonne. Despite the minuscule amount of data, she was infuriated. "The Jones family really didn't take us seriously! That woman isn't merely ill-looking; she didn’t even graduate from high school! She's just an uneducated country girl!" This time, Camille was speechless as well. Yvonne’s background and appearance were truly an insult to the Anderson family’s reputation. Elizabeth slammed the table. "Let’s go right now! Get a few strong men and take that horrid woman with us! We're going to Miller Villa!" Meanwhile, the Jones family at Miller Villa was unaware of the storm that was about to hit. "Thomas, don’t you think that I gave you a good idea? I told you that the Anderson family's blind son wasn’t in a position to pick and choose. No matter who we send to them, they'll accept her willingly." Monica was quite pleased with herself. "I even managed to keep Kayla safe. With her sharp mind and beauty, she'll definitely marry into a good family and support us." Thomas gave her the side-eye but didn't comment. He'd been feeling restless for the past few days. Deep down, he felt that this matter wasn't going to be resolved easily. However, there was still no news from the Anderson family. Could it be that, as Monica said, the Anderson family was willing to swallow this bitter pill? Just as Thomas was starting to feel relieved, it was abruptly shattered by an unexpected guest. Seconds after the housekeeper reported their arrival, Elizabeth and her entourage barged into the living room. She was utterly furious. "Thomas, you’d better give me a good explanation!" Thomas spotted Yvonne being held hostage by the bodyguards, and a chill ran down his spine. He went forward in a hurry. "Old Mrs. Anderson, what’s the meaning of this? Can't we talk this out?" "I have nothing to talk to you about!" Elizabeth waved her hand, and the bodyguards immediately pushed Yvonne forward. Staggering, Yvonne deliberately stumbled on the ground in front of Thomas. She covered her face with her hands, and her shoulders shook as if she were sobbing, but no one could see the suppressed smirk playing on her lips. She'd been looking forward to this for ages! "Thomas, you're really something. Just look at the kind of woman you sent to our family! Are you deliberately trying to insult me?" Elizabeth’s expression was livid. "That’s more than enough. Either you return the betrothal gifts or hand over Kayla to us! Otherwise, I will tear this place down!" Seeing the situation getting out of hand, Monica stepped forward as well. "Old Mrs. Anderson, did Yvonne do anything to offend you? She's still young..." "Bah!" In her anger, Elizabeth couldn’t care less about etiquette. "Don't you dare push the blame onto her. It's obviously you two who deliberately cooked up this plan to mess with my family! Do you really think that I’m a confused old lady who can't tell right from wrong?" "This..." Monica choked on her own saliva and turned to Thomas for help. They couldn't let Elizabeth take Kayla away. Thomas looked hesitant, still clueless about what to say. Elizabeth lost her patience and ordered the bodyguards harshly, "Go, bring Kayla to me!" In no time, two bodyguards brought Kayla to the living room. Kayla was struggling and screamed, "I would rather die than marry that blind man!" Elizabeth gave her a loud slap on the cheek that made Kayla’s head spin. "Who do you think you are? Since your father accepted our betrothal gifts, you now belong to the Anderson family! It seems that your parents failed to bring you up well, so I'll make sure you learn some discipline!" Elizabeth said, shaking with anger. "Even if Stephen's blind, you have no right to complain. With your dismal background, you should be grateful for this golden opportunity to be part of my family!" "Old Mrs. Anderson, let’s be frank now that things have come to this point of no return," Monica sneered sarcastically. "A blind man like Stephen is finally married, and to the only heiress of the Miller family too. They suit each other perfectly. Do you think you're in any position to complain?" Chapter 6 "Monica!" Thomas tried to stop her in dismay. "Very well!" Elizabeth laughed mockingly, clapping her hands. "I can finally see why your daughter's such a spoiled brat. Like mother, like daughter." Elizabeth had been doubtful when Yvonne tearfully told her what had actually happened a few days ago. Yet she was fully convinced now. Monica was not only materialistic but also a cruel and despicable woman. "Men, hold this woman down and slap her so that she knows her place!" Elizabeth ordered, and two bodyguards rushed forward. One held Monica down while the other slapped her ruthlessly. Monica’s screams and the sound of the slaps echoed in the living room while Kayla cried and begged them to stop. Yvonne was secretly enjoying the satisfaction. It was a shame that she couldn’t personally lend a hand in beating Monica up. At this moment, a sedan entered the courtyard. The license plate seemed very familiar to the bodyguards stationed outside. A man stepped out of the car. When the bodyguards saw who it was, they were stunned before quickly running into the living room to report his arrival. "Madam, Mr. Anderson is here." Elizabeth was shocked as she looked at the door incredulously. "Stephen's here?" Stephen hadn't set foot outside since he lost his eyesight. He wouldn't listen to anyone's advice to leave the mansion. Why did he come to Miller Villa today? It was unbelievable! Elizabeth felt like she was in a dream as she watched Stephen walk through the door with a cane in his hand. Everyone in the living room fell silent at Stephen's arrival. They stared at him with widened eyes, afraid to even breathe too loudly. Stephen broke the silence. "Grandma, why did you bring my wife back to her parents' home without telling me?" His question took everyone by surprise. What did he mean? With his dull eyes, Stephen turned left and right, seemingly searching for someone. "Where's Yvonne?" Reading the situation quickly, Yvonne stepped forward and headed straight for Stephen. "Stephen, why did you leave the mansion?" "I woke up from my nap and couldn't find you. When I asked the maids, they told me that you'd gone out with Grandma." Stephen reached out his hand, and Yvonne understood immediately, wrapping her hand around his. The two looked like a newlywed couple, completely enamored with each other. However, the scene was a little too much to take in at first sight for outsiders. They both are inormal... No matter how affectionate they were, it was a strange picture to behold. "Grandma, I’ve brought some gifts for my father- and mother-in-law. Can you help me arrange it?" As Stephen was blind, he had no idea of the chaos that had erupted in the living room just now. His only thought was to take Yvonne home as soon as possible. Yvonne could feel the cold sweat on Stephen’s hand and noticed his anxiety. She turned to Elizabeth and begged, "Grandma, can I go home with Stephen first?" Elizabeth furrowed her brows as she stared at Yvonne. She wasn't pleased with this hideous granddaughter-in-law of hers. However, Stephen had finally left the mansion and appeared in public because of her. In addition, Elizabeth felt somewhat calmer now. The situation had gotten so out of hand that the embarrassment was getting too much to bear. After much hesitation, she waved her hand in resignation and said, "Forget it. You two go back first; I'll handle the rest." Yvonne gave Stephen a helping hand as they walked out, but she came to a halt all of a sudden, as if she remembered something. She turned to Thomas and said in a beseeching tone, "Father, when will you give me my dowry?" It was an item Thomas had promised to return to her after she got married. With Elizabeth around, he couldn’t go back on his word. Hearing this, Thomas' face twisted in anger, but he could only grit his teeth and respond, "Alright, I'll go get it now." Monica knew exactly what Yvonne wanted. Her furious gaze bore into Yvonne, giving her a death stare. That horrible woman deliberately came here to provoke her! Chapter 7 Thomas went to his study and returned with a box made out of redwood. He handed it over to Yvonne. Yvonne smiled and obediently said, "Thank you, Father." Thomas gritted his teeth. "No need to thank me. Just make sure you live happily with Mr. Anderson." In other words, once she took the gift, she should never return home again. Yvonne had no intention of following his wishes. This was only the start of her revenge. She said teasingly, "Don't worry, I'll bring Mr. Anderson home to visit both of you often." Thomas was so mad that his expression became stormy. In the car, Stephen stretched out his hand. "What did you get from your father?" "It’s my late mother’s last masterpiece, a ruby necklace," Yvonne replied. She opened the box. A luxurious and extravagant ruby necklace, Treasured Love, was lying inside. It had finally returned to her after so many years! But when Yvonne remembered that her mother's love for Thomas had inspired the creation of this necklace, she slammed the box shut. Her hatred for Thomas boiled inside her. He didn’t deserve to possess this Treasured Love! It would be an insult and a disservice to such an exquisite necklace! Last year, Yvonne saw a photo of Monica walking the red carpet with the necklace around her neck. The masterpiece caught the attention and focus of major fashion magazines around the world. Just thinking about it made Yvonne grit her teeth with anger. She was determined to take back everything they had stolen from her and pay them back for all their evil deeds! "I hope something so troublesome like this will only occur once. There should be no next time," Stephen warned coldly. Yvonne snapped out of her thoughts and looked at Stephen's hand. Once a person lost their sight, it was inevitable that he would become more vulnerable and anxious in unfamiliar environments. She'd never expected Stephen to show up at Miller Villa. She pursed her lips. "Thank you for coming." Stephen turned his face away and said indifferently, "Don't thank me. I didn’t do it out of the kindness of my heart." If Yvonne had been of no value to him, he couldn’t care less about what would have happened to her. Elizabeth wasn't someone to be trifled with. She threatened the Jones family to behave themselves; otherwise, she would drive them out of Northerna City. Her threat made it crystal clear that the feud between the Anderson family and the Jones family had begun. After seeing Elizabeth off, Thomas turned around and slapped Monica. "This is all your fault! Now that we’ve offended the Andersons, we're doomed!" Monica cried, holding her burning cheek. "Do you think I wanted this to happen? The Anderson family forced our hand! Why should I marry my precious daughter off to a blind man?" Thomas was so furious that he raised his hand to slap her again, but Kayla stopped him. "Dad, Mom did this because of me! If you want to hit someone, hit me!" "Kayla, let him slap me! If he has the guts, he might as well make me vanish on the earth!" Watching them sob in each other's arms, Thomas had nowhere to vent his anger, so he stamped his foot and left in a rage. With tears running down her cheeks, Kayla asked, "Mom, what should we do now?" "Don't be intimidated by your dad's words." Monica wiped away Kayla's tears and comforted her. "Besides, the feud between the Anderson family and the Robinson family has been going on for a long time. Being on bad terms with the Andersons may actually help you marry into the Robinson family." There were four elite families in Northerna City: the Andersons, the Robinsons, the Johnsons, and the Dawsons. Although the Andersons had the most influence, the Robinson family was a close second. Getting into the Robinson family was their true goal. "But..." When Kayla thought of how loving Yvonne and Stephen seemed, she couldn’t help feeling resentful. "If Yvonne truly becomes part of the Anderson family, didn’t we just do her a favor for nothing?" Monica sneered. "My girl, don’t you know who Stephen is? He's known to be a ruthless man. Sooner or later, Yvonne will be planted his hands!" It was rumored that Stephen was merciless to the point that he would even sacrifice his own family, let alone a nobody like Yvonne. | Listen to books | 145 | https://facebook.com/100093148902033 | 0 | LEARN_MORE | 1692514800 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Yvonne Miller sat at the dressing table in her wedding gown. She carefully hid the terrible scar on her left cheek with her bridal veil. That looked much better. Today was supposed to be her big day as she was marrying into the Anderson family. However, the voices outside her door were getting on her nerves. "Mother, will the Anderson family really accept a country girl like her into their family?" "What else can we do? Would you rather marry that blind man?" Kayla Jones frowned and pouted as she looked at her mother, Monica Langley. "No way! A blind man like Stephen is useless to me! I won't ruin my future by marrying him!" Stephen Anderson was not only blind; he was also sickly and needed to take countless medications every day. With his condition, there was no telling how much longer he'd live. Kayla didn't want to be a widow at such a young age. Before Monica could reply, the door opened. Yvonne emerged from her room, giving them a cold glance as she walked past. Although Yvonne’s face was covered by a veil, the frosty look in her eyes sent chills running down Monica's and Kayla’s spines. Yvonne stalked right up to Thomas. "You'd better keep your promise to me," Yvonne muttered as she walked past him and went down the stairs without looking back. Although the villa was named Miller Villa, no one with the last name Miller had lived here for the past ten years. When Yvonne was eight years old, both her mother and grandfather passed away, leaving Yvonne as the Miller family's lone heir. Her father, Thomas Jones, was only a son-in-law who'd married into the family. He'd taken advantage of the Miller family’s wealth before marrying Monica. They had two daughters, Katie and Kayla Jones. For two years after that, Yvonne suffered constant humiliation and torture. Although she was the only daughter of the Miller family, she was treated worse than an animal. To make matters worse, her stepsister, Kayla Jones, had marred her face with a scar. When that incident occurred, Monica concocted a lie to protect Kayla, putting all the blame on Yvonne instead. In a fit of rage, Thomas banished Yvonne to the countryside. For many years, no one cared about her. It wasn't until Kayla was forced to marry Stephen thanks to Thomas owing the Anderson family a large sum of money that they finally remembered Yvonne’s existence. "Get in the car. We don't want to be late," the driver urged impatiently, pulling Yvonne out of her reverie. Yvonne stared at Miller Villa, her lips curving in a mocking smile. One day, she would make them regret the decision they made today. She silently vowed to reclaim everything that belonged to the Miller family. Two hours later, Yvonne arrived at Anderson Mansion, but there was no sign of any preparation for the wedding ceremony. Yvonne followed a maid up to the second floor where they stopped outside a door at the end of the corridor. "Get out!" A roar came from inside the room, startling both Yvonne and the maid. The maid tried to remain calm as she said, "You can go in by yourself." In a blink of an eye, Yvonne found herself alone at the door. Before she'd returned to Northerna City, Yvonne had investigated the Anderson family. Philip Anderson had three sons—Charles, William, and Harry. Stephen was the eldest son of Charles Anderson and Diane Robinson; however, he was the second-eldest among his cousins. Soon after he was born, Stephen's mother passed away, and Charles married a famous actress, Camille Sharpe. In terms of family background, talent, and ability, Stephen blew his peers out of the water. At a young age, he was entrusted with the management of Anderson Group. Alas, he had gone blind due to an accident. If not for his disability, Stephen would've been the most distinguished and revered person in Northerna City, rather than the outcast that everyone shunned. Although their childhood experiences were similar, Stephen was still luckier than her. Yvonne took a deep breath and slowly turned the doorknob in her hand. As soon as the door opened, a vase came flying toward her. Without hesitation, Yvonne dodged, and the flying vase smashed into a thousand tiny pieces behind her. Phew, that was close. The vase had been aimed directly at her face! Was he attempting to blame his own wife? The lights were switched off, and the room was in total darkness. Yvonne could barely make out a blurry figure in the distance. Without thinking twice, she reached out and turned on the light. As the lights came on, Yvonne finally saw her groom for the first time. The man stood more than six feet tall. He had defined features and impeccable bone structure. His jawline was sharp and perfectly contoured. This guy was drop-dead gorgeous! His only flaw was his eyes that were dull and had no shine at all. His pitch-black pupils were like an abyss. Yvonne started to feel a bit sorry for the man, but his next words quickly extinguished her pity. "Marrying a blind man for money—don't you think you're downright despicable?" Chapter 2 When she heard Stephen’s words, Yvonne smirked. "Throwing shade on yourself to mock me, huh? You’re quite ruthless yourself." "You..." Stephen frowned. "Thomas sold you off to pay his debt. Why aren’t you resentful? You even seem to be happy about it. How dumb can you be?" "I heard he owed your family 100 million dollars. I never thought I'd be worth that much myself." Yvonne tiptoed around the mess Stephen had made and smiled at him sweetly. "If I understand what you mean—I’m just a commodity to be sold. Since you wish to return me, you should look for the man who agreed to the deal in the first place. Why are you venting your anger on me?" "You..." Stephen struggled to think of a retort. He could already imagine the smug look on the woman's face. While he was at a loss for words, Yvonne took the opportunity to discuss the matter at hand. "Actually, I'm not Kayla Jones. My name's Yvonne Miller. I'm the daughter Thomas had with his first wife and the heiress of the Miller family. You won't lose out by marrying me. However, I have to warn you that my appearance is far behind your expectations." Taking a breath, Yvonne piped up cheerfully, "But that’s not important anyway! Since I’m not pretty and you're blind, we’re a perfect match. Let’s make the best of things and register our marriage tomorrow." Stephen’s head was spinning because of Yvonne’s constant chattering. He couldn’t believe how shameless this woman was. Seeing that she wasn’t going to budge, Stephen jumped into action. He grabbed Yvonne’s arm and dragged her out, almost tripping on the items he'd thrown on the floor. "I'm telling you the truth. Why won’t you consider it?" Yvonne pleaded. "Shut up!" Stephen roared in anger. "Even though I’m blind, I won’t let a woman dictate my life!" "I'm not trying to dictate your life; I just…" Before Stephen could throw her out, Yvonne found her footing and resisted him. "Stephen, I'm not leaving this room tonight!" "You don't have a choice!" Stephen tried to evict her by force, but Yvonne whirled around and tried to fight back. Unexpectedly, Stephen managed to stop the attack by grabbing her wrist accurately. Having been blind for years, his other senses were heightened, and he'd already learned to gauge his opponent's position and direction of attack by listening to the sound of air movements. Stephen furrowed his brows. "Where did you learn how to fight?" "I don't know what you're talking about." Yvonne played dumb. "I just want to stay here. If you drive me away, I can only go back to the countryside. Besides, Thomas would come after me." "Don’t lie to me." Stephen pinched Yvonne's cheek, his hollow eyes sharp and intimidating. "What's your motive for marrying me?" Yvonne felt a little guilty. "Let go of me." "Answer me first!" Stephen insisted. "You're a grown man, aren’t you? Why are you so difficult to deal with?" As Yvonne struggled, Stephen's fingertips brushed against the scar on her face. His keen sense of touch noted the strange sensation. Subconsciously, he grazed his fingers carefully across her cheek and confirmed that it was a scar, but the texture was unusual. "Your scar…" It was fake. Before Stephen could say those three words, he felt a dull ache at the back of his neck. His vision went black, and he fell into Yvonne's arms. Yvonne tried to hold him up, feeling annoyed. Why did he have to run his hands over her face? She used all her strength to drag Stephen onto the bed and collapsed beside him, panting. After catching her breath, she turned to look at him. She had to admit that he was physically very attractive. It was a pity he was blind—and an unreasonable blind man at that. Come to think of it, it wasn’t out of the ordinary for Stephen to have a short temper. Judging from the situation and his behavior tonight, Stephen had probably lost his status and power overnight after becoming blind. He was now an outcast of the Anderson family that no one cared about. The feeling of being abandoned and looked down upon was all too familiar to Yvonne. Her curiosity was piqued, and she reached out to check Stephen's pulse. After a moment, Yvonne frowned thoughtfully. There really was something strange about his blindness. Since she'd hoped to rely on Stephen to help regain her family’s wealth, she couldn’t let anything untoward happen to him. Just as she made up her mind, Yvonne caught sight of a flickering red light in the upper left corner of the ceiling. There were surveillance cameras installed in Stephen’s bedroom. What underhanded tricks were these elite families capable of? Chapter 3 The next day, Stephen was awakened by a commotion outside. Frowning, he opened his eyes. As expected, he still couldn’t see anything. He shld have stopped hoping for a miracle anyway. Stephen made his way out of bed. The soreness in the back of his neck reminded him that last night wasn't a dream. He gritted his teeth in anger. How dare that woman lay her hands on him? She was looking for trouble! "The Jones family really had the nerve to send such an inappropriate woman to deceive our family. They must've thought that I’m an old lady with one foot in the grave! Send this woman back to where she belongs at once. Tell the Jones that if they don't pay back the money by today, I'll come after them!" Stephen could hear every word coming from the courtyard clearly as the glass door to his balcony was open. It seemed his grandmother, Elizabeth Anderson, had discovered that the Jones family sent an inferior substitute to be Stephen’s wife. Since becoming blind, Stephen had lost all interest in other people and events in the outside world. But strangely, he felt an unexpected desire to witness the humiliation and ridicule the shameless woman would face. Stephen got up and confidently made his way to the balcony, as he was familiar with the layout of his room. When he got there, he heard the woman pleading for mercy. "Madam Elizabeth, please don’t send me back! My stepmother will make me vanish on the earth!" Yvonne grabbed onto Elizabeth’s leg, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Don't try to fool me with your acting! Look at yourself in the mirror and see what a monster you are! You don’t even deserve to step on our property!" Elizabeth gave Yvonne a kick. She'd been utterly shocked when Yvonne appeared this morning and greeted her. When Yvonne started crying, she looked even more horrifying. The intersecting scars on her left cheek looked like centipedes crawling on her skin! Yvonne fell to the ground and wiped her tears. "Madam Elizabeth, as long as you spare my family and I, I'm willing to work like a slave for the Anderson family. I'll never dream of becoming the mistress of the family! I didn't want to help them deceive you, but I had no choice. If I didn't obey their wishes, I would've been horribly tortured! I’m truly innocent!" She cried and sobbed uncontrollably. Stephen’s temples throbbed as he listened in on the conversation. Was this the same woman from last night? He distinctly remembered her as a cheeky and reckless woman. There had been no sign that she was forced into this marriage. Soon, he realized that Yvonne was merely putting on an act. Although her words made it sound like she was on Thomas' side, she was actually shifting the blame to him! "Furthermore, Stephen and I already..." Yvonne buried her face in her hands, as if she were overwhelmed with sorrow. "If you send me back now, what am I to do? My whole life will be ruined!" Everyone present was shocked. Stephen clenched his fists. Everything that came out of this woman's mouth was a lie! Elizabeth was also taken aback by her declaration. It was true. The maids had informed her that Yvonne had stayed in Stephen’s room all night. Since Stephen lost his sight, Elizabeth had been extremely worried about his marriage prospects, hoping that he would at least have a child to continue the bloodline. However, every single woman she brought to Stephen was thrown out of the room without exception. Only this horrid woman had managed to stay the night. Elizabeth furrowed her brows. Did her grandson’s taste in women change after he lost his sight? At this moment, Charles’ second wife, Camille, approached her and said, "Mother, I think this miserable child looks pitiful. Why don't we keep her for a few days?" "No! This matter cannot be left as it is!" Elizabeth immediately rejected the suggestion. "Of course, we can't let Thomas off the hook. We still have to settle things with him." Camille stared at Yvonne and lowered her voice even further as she said, "Maybe she really knows how to take care of Stephen?" Elizabeth wasn’t fond of the idea. She glared at Yvonne as if she wanted to swallow her whole. Yvonne cowered in a corner, trembling like a leaf. "Since she was brought here to be my wife, I'll handle her myself." Stephen’s icy voice drifted from the balcony, interrupting the commotion. Everyone looked up, but Stephen had already turned around and walked back into his room. Elizabeth relented when she heard Stephen’s decision. She waved her hand for the maids to take Yvonne back to Stephen's room. Then she turned to Camille and ordered, "Find out everything about that horrid creature's background." Chapter 4 Returning to Stephen’s room, Yvonne walked straight toward him. There was no hint of pain or sadness on her face. "Thank you for speaking up for me, Stephen," she said. Before Yvonne could react, Stephen pinned her against the wall. Yvonne didn't resist and stared at him with interest. "Have you made up your mind? When can we register our marriage?" Stephen asked sternly, "What do you want?" He was highly guarded and wary of anyone who tried to force their way into his world. Furthermore, Stephen’s gut told him that Yvonne was no simple woman. "If you don't tell me the truth, I can make you disappear from this world without a trace," he threatened. Yvonne knew that she was playing with fire, but she showed no sign of fear. She reached out and touched Stephen’s eyes. "Would you be interested if I told you that I could restore your sight as long as you promised to marry me?" Stephen grabbed Yvonne's hand and asked, "Do you know what happens to those who lie to me?" "If you don’t believe me, give me seven days to prove it to you. During this time, go along with my treatment. After seven days, you can make your decision based on the results. If there's no improvement, you won't need to kick me out. I'll leave on my own," Yvonne said indifferently. Although her thoughtless words sounded reckless, Stephen couldn’t help but want to trust this woman. He considered her proposal for a moment before letting go of her hand. "Give me a reason to believe you." "No problem. I can administer acupuncture on you right now, and you can decide after trying it." Hearing the patter of her footsteps as she walked away and came back, Stephen hesitated for a moment before finally relenting and sitting on a chair. Yvonne smirked when she saw how tense Stephen looked. His whole body was on high alert and ready to spring at any sign of danger. If she made a slight mistake, he might even put her in danger. Last night, after checking his pulse, Yvonne had already decided on a treatment plan and mapped out the acupuncture points in her mind. She placed the acupuncture needles deftly with just the right amount of pressure. Stephen didn't feel any pain. Instead, he felt an inexplicable sense of relaxation wash over him, as if his tensed nerves and muscles had finally loosened up. Regardless of whether it did anything for his blindness, she was obviously quite skilled at acupuncture just based on her technique. As Stephen relaxed his clenched fists, his intimidating demeanor dissipated a little. When Yvonne removed the last needle, Stephen grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward him. "Where did you learn acupuncture?" "When I was a child, I learned it from an old doctor," Yvonne replied simply. Stephen didn't press her further. "Good, I'll give you seven days," Stephen said. "Right." Yvonne smiled confidently. "If I succeed, you'll have to marry me. How about that?" "Why do you want to marry me?" Stephen furrowed his brows. "As part of the deal, you have to give me something in return. At any rate, I won’t cause you any harm." Yvonne stared at Stephen's face. "With a handsome husband like you, I’m getting the long end of the stick." Stephen remained silent. Over the years, he'd tried numerous methods to regain his sight, but most of them had failed. Now that there was a glimmer of hope, he wasn’t going to let it slip by. When she saw that Stephen wasn’t speaking, Yvonne withdrew her hand and said cheekily, "From now on, I'll have to rely on you to protect me." Stephen grunted in displeasure as he got up and walked away. He could wait for seven days; it was nothing to him. However, if this woman dared to joke about his condition, he would definitely make her regret it. Staring at his back, Yvonne's smile faded. The truth was that she needed a marriage certificate to fulfill the condition on her grandfather’s secret will. She would only be able to inherit Miller Jewels, the Miller family’s jewelry business, once she was married. If it weren’t for that, she wouldn’t have gone to such lengths. Upon further reflection, she realized that it would be better to marry Stephen and become a member of the Anderson family instead of marrying just any man. After all, she still needed someone influential to rely on in Northerna City. She had nothing to lose from this deal. Chapter 5 In less than three days, Elizabeth had collected all the available information on Yvonne. Despite the minuscule amount of data, she was infuriated. "The Jones family really didn't take us seriously! That woman isn't merely ill-looking; she didn’t even graduate from high school! She's just an uneducated country girl!" This time, Camille was speechless as well. Yvonne’s background and appearance were truly an insult to the Anderson family’s reputation. Elizabeth slammed the table. "Let’s go right now! Get a few strong men and take that horrid woman with us! We're going to Miller Villa!" Meanwhile, the Jones family at Miller Villa was unaware of the storm that was about to hit. "Thomas, don’t you think that I gave you a good idea? I told you that the Anderson family's blind son wasn’t in a position to pick and choose. No matter who we send to them, they'll accept her willingly." Monica was quite pleased with herself. "I even managed to keep Kayla safe. With her sharp mind and beauty, she'll definitely marry into a good family and support us." Thomas gave her the side-eye but didn't comment. He'd been feeling restless for the past few days. Deep down, he felt that this matter wasn't going to be resolved easily. However, there was still no news from the Anderson family. Could it be that, as Monica said, the Anderson family was willing to swallow this bitter pill? Just as Thomas was starting to feel relieved, it was abruptly shattered by an unexpected guest. Seconds after the housekeeper reported their arrival, Elizabeth and her entourage barged into the living room. She was utterly furious. "Thomas, you’d better give me a good explanation!" Thomas spotted Yvonne being held hostage by the bodyguards, and a chill ran down his spine. He went forward in a hurry. "Old Mrs. Anderson, what’s the meaning of this? Can't we talk this out?" "I have nothing to talk to you about!" Elizabeth waved her hand, and the bodyguards immediately pushed Yvonne forward. Staggering, Yvonne deliberately stumbled on the ground in front of Thomas. She covered her face with her hands, and her shoulders shook as if she were sobbing, but no one could see the suppressed smirk playing on her lips. She'd been looking forward to this for ages! "Thomas, you're really something. Just look at the kind of woman you sent to our family! Are you deliberately trying to insult me?" Elizabeth’s expression was livid. "That’s more than enough. Either you return the betrothal gifts or hand over Kayla to us! Otherwise, I will tear this place down!" Seeing the situation getting out of hand, Monica stepped forward as well. "Old Mrs. Anderson, did Yvonne do anything to offend you? She's still young..." "Bah!" In her anger, Elizabeth couldn’t care less about etiquette. "Don't you dare push the blame onto her. It's obviously you two who deliberately cooked up this plan to mess with my family! Do you really think that I’m a confused old lady who can't tell right from wrong?" "This..." Monica choked on her own saliva and turned to Thomas for help. They couldn't let Elizabeth take Kayla away. Thomas looked hesitant, still clueless about what to say. Elizabeth lost her patience and ordered the bodyguards harshly, "Go, bring Kayla to me!" In no time, two bodyguards brought Kayla to the living room. Kayla was struggling and screamed, "I would rather die than marry that blind man!" Elizabeth gave her a loud slap on the cheek that made Kayla’s head spin. "Who do you think you are? Since your father accepted our betrothal gifts, you now belong to the Anderson family! It seems that your parents failed to bring you up well, so I'll make sure you learn some discipline!" Elizabeth said, shaking with anger. "Even if Stephen's blind, you have no right to complain. With your dismal background, you should be grateful for this golden opportunity to be part of my family!" "Old Mrs. Anderson, let’s be frank now that things have come to this point of no return," Monica sneered sarcastically. "A blind man like Stephen is finally married, and to the only heiress of the Miller family too. They suit each other perfectly. Do you think you're in any position to complain?" Chapter 6 "Monica!" Thomas tried to stop her in dismay. "Very well!" Elizabeth laughed mockingly, clapping her hands. "I can finally see why your daughter's such a spoiled brat. Like mother, like daughter." Elizabeth had been doubtful when Yvonne tearfully told her what had actually happened a few days ago. Yet she was fully convinced now. Monica was not only materialistic but also a cruel and despicable woman. "Men, hold this woman down and slap her so that she knows her place!" Elizabeth ordered, and two bodyguards rushed forward. One held Monica down while the other slapped her ruthlessly. Monica’s screams and the sound of the slaps echoed in the living room while Kayla cried and begged them to stop. Yvonne was secretly enjoying the satisfaction. It was a shame that she couldn’t personally lend a hand in beating Monica up. At this moment, a sedan entered the courtyard. The license plate seemed very familiar to the bodyguards stationed outside. A man stepped out of the car. When the bodyguards saw who it was, they were stunned before quickly running into the living room to report his arrival. "Madam, Mr. Anderson is here." Elizabeth was shocked as she looked at the door incredulously. "Stephen's here?" Stephen hadn't set foot outside since he lost his eyesight. He wouldn't listen to anyone's advice to leave the mansion. Why did he come to Miller Villa today? It was unbelievable! Elizabeth felt like she was in a dream as she watched Stephen walk through the door with a cane in his hand. Everyone in the living room fell silent at Stephen's arrival. They stared at him with widened eyes, afraid to even breathe too loudly. Stephen broke the silence. "Grandma, why did you bring my wife back to her parents' home without telling me?" His question took everyone by surprise. What did he mean? With his dull eyes, Stephen turned left and right, seemingly searching for someone. "Where's Yvonne?" Reading the situation quickly, Yvonne stepped forward and headed straight for Stephen. "Stephen, why did you leave the mansion?" "I woke up from my nap and couldn't find you. When I asked the maids, they told me that you'd gone out with Grandma." Stephen reached out his hand, and Yvonne understood immediately, wrapping her hand around his. The two looked like a newlywed couple, completely enamored with each other. However, the scene was a little too much to take in at first sight for outsiders. They both are inormal... No matter how affectionate they were, it was a strange picture to behold. "Grandma, I’ve brought some gifts for my father- and mother-in-law. Can you help me arrange it?" As Stephen was blind, he had no idea of the chaos that had erupted in the living room just now. His only thought was to take Yvonne home as soon as possible. Yvonne could feel the cold sweat on Stephen’s hand and noticed his anxiety. She turned to Elizabeth and begged, "Grandma, can I go home with Stephen first?" Elizabeth furrowed her brows as she stared at Yvonne. She wasn't pleased with this hideous granddaughter-in-law of hers. However, Stephen had finally left the mansion and appeared in public because of her. In addition, Elizabeth felt somewhat calmer now. The situation had gotten so out of hand that the embarrassment was getting too much to bear. After much hesitation, she waved her hand in resignation and said, "Forget it. You two go back first; I'll handle the rest." Yvonne gave Stephen a helping hand as they walked out, but she came to a halt all of a sudden, as if she remembered something. She turned to Thomas and said in a beseeching tone, "Father, when will you give me my dowry?" It was an item Thomas had promised to return to her after she got married. With Elizabeth around, he couldn’t go back on his word. Hearing this, Thomas' face twisted in anger, but he could only grit his teeth and respond, "Alright, I'll go get it now." Monica knew exactly what Yvonne wanted. Her furious gaze bore into Yvonne, giving her a death stare. That horrible woman deliberately came here to provoke her! Chapter 7 Thomas went to his study and returned with a box made out of redwood. He handed it over to Yvonne. Yvonne smiled and obediently said, "Thank you, Father." Thomas gritted his teeth. "No need to thank me. Just make sure you live happily with Mr. Anderson." In other words, once she took the gift, she should never return home again. Yvonne had no intention of following his wishes. This was only the start of her revenge. She said teasingly, "Don't worry, I'll bring Mr. Anderson home to visit both of you often." Thomas was so mad that his expression became stormy. In the car, Stephen stretched out his hand. "What did you get from your father?" "It’s my late mother’s last masterpiece, a ruby necklace," Yvonne replied. She opened the box. A luxurious and extravagant ruby necklace, Treasured Love, was lying inside. It had finally returned to her after so many years! But when Yvonne remembered that her mother's love for Thomas had inspired the creation of this necklace, she slammed the box shut. Her hatred for Thomas boiled inside her. He didn’t deserve to possess this Treasured Love! It would be an insult and a disservice to such an exquisite necklace! Last year, Yvonne saw a photo of Monica walking the red carpet with the necklace around her neck. The masterpiece caught the attention and focus of major fashion magazines around the world. Just thinking about it made Yvonne grit her teeth with anger. She was determined to take back everything they had stolen from her and pay them back for all their evil deeds! "I hope something so troublesome like this will only occur once. There should be no next time," Stephen warned coldly. Yvonne snapped out of her thoughts and looked at Stephen's hand. Once a person lost their sight, it was inevitable that he would become more vulnerable and anxious in unfamiliar environments. She'd never expected Stephen to show up at Miller Villa. She pursed her lips. "Thank you for coming." Stephen turned his face away and said indifferently, "Don't thank me. I didn’t do it out of the kindness of my heart." If Yvonne had been of no value to him, he couldn’t care less about what would have happened to her. Elizabeth wasn't someone to be trifled with. She threatened the Jones family to behave themselves; otherwise, she would drive them out of Northerna City. Her threat made it crystal clear that the feud between the Anderson family and the Jones family had begun. After seeing Elizabeth off, Thomas turned around and slapped Monica. "This is all your fault! Now that we’ve offended the Andersons, we're doomed!" Monica cried, holding her burning cheek. "Do you think I wanted this to happen? The Anderson family forced our hand! Why should I marry my precious daughter off to a blind man?" Thomas was so furious that he raised his hand to slap her again, but Kayla stopped him. "Dad, Mom did this because of me! If you want to hit someone, hit me!" "Kayla, let him slap me! If he has the guts, he might as well make me vanish on the earth!" Watching them sob in each other's arms, Thomas had nowhere to vent his anger, so he stamped his foot and left in a rage. With tears running down her cheeks, Kayla asked, "Mom, what should we do now?" "Don't be intimidated by your dad's words." Monica wiped away Kayla's tears and comforted her. "Besides, the feud between the Anderson family and the Robinson family has been going on for a long time. Being on bad terms with the Andersons may actually help you marry into the Robinson family." There were four elite families in Northerna City: the Andersons, the Robinsons, the Johnsons, and the Dawsons. Although the Andersons had the most influence, the Robinson family was a close second. Getting into the Robinson family was their true goal. "But..." When Kayla thought of how loving Yvonne and Stephen seemed, she couldn’t help feeling resentful. "If Yvonne truly becomes part of the Anderson family, didn’t we just do her a favor for nothing?" Monica sneered. "My girl, don’t you know who Stephen is? He's known to be a ruthless man. Sooner or later, Yvonne will be planted his hands!" It was rumored that Stephen was merciless to the point that he would even sacrifice his own family, let alone a nobody like Yvonne. | Listen to books | 145 | https://facebook.com/100093148902033 | 0 | LEARN_MORE | 1692514800 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Yvonne Miller sat at the dressing table in her wedding gown. She carefully hid the terrible scar on her left cheek with her bridal veil. That looked much better. Today was supposed to be her big day as she was marrying into the Anderson family. However, the voices outside her door were getting on her nerves. "Mother, will the Anderson family really accept a country girl like her into their family?" "What else can we do? Would you rather marry that blind man?" Kayla Jones frowned and pouted as she looked at her mother, Monica Langley. "No way! A blind man like Stephen is useless to me! I won't ruin my future by marrying him!" Stephen Anderson was not only blind; he was also sickly and needed to take countless medications every day. With his condition, there was no telling how much longer he'd live. Kayla didn't want to be a widow at such a young age. Before Monica could reply, the door opened. Yvonne emerged from her room, giving them a cold glance as she walked past. Although Yvonne’s face was covered by a veil, the frosty look in her eyes sent chills running down Monica's and Kayla’s spines. Yvonne stalked right up to Thomas. "You'd better keep your promise to me," Yvonne muttered as she walked past him and went down the stairs without looking back. Although the villa was named Miller Villa, no one with the last name Miller had lived here for the past ten years. When Yvonne was eight years old, both her mother and grandfather passed away, leaving Yvonne as the Miller family's lone heir. Her father, Thomas Jones, was only a son-in-law who'd married into the family. He'd taken advantage of the Miller family’s wealth before marrying Monica. They had two daughters, Katie and Kayla Jones. For two years after that, Yvonne suffered constant humiliation and torture. Although she was the only daughter of the Miller family, she was treated worse than an animal. To make matters worse, her stepsister, Kayla Jones, had marred her face with a scar. When that incident occurred, Monica concocted a lie to protect Kayla, putting all the blame on Yvonne instead. In a fit of rage, Thomas banished Yvonne to the countryside. For many years, no one cared about her. It wasn't until Kayla was forced to marry Stephen thanks to Thomas owing the Anderson family a large sum of money that they finally remembered Yvonne’s existence. "Get in the car. We don't want to be late," the driver urged impatiently, pulling Yvonne out of her reverie. Yvonne stared at Miller Villa, her lips curving in a mocking smile. One day, she would make them regret the decision they made today. She silently vowed to reclaim everything that belonged to the Miller family. Two hours later, Yvonne arrived at Anderson Mansion, but there was no sign of any preparation for the wedding ceremony. Yvonne followed a maid up to the second floor where they stopped outside a door at the end of the corridor. "Get out!" A roar came from inside the room, startling both Yvonne and the maid. The maid tried to remain calm as she said, "You can go in by yourself." In a blink of an eye, Yvonne found herself alone at the door. Before she'd returned to Northerna City, Yvonne had investigated the Anderson family. Philip Anderson had three sons—Charles, William, and Harry. Stephen was the eldest son of Charles Anderson and Diane Robinson; however, he was the second-eldest among his cousins. Soon after he was born, Stephen's mother passed away, and Charles married a famous actress, Camille Sharpe. In terms of family background, talent, and ability, Stephen blew his peers out of the water. At a young age, he was entrusted with the management of Anderson Group. Alas, he had gone blind due to an accident. If not for his disability, Stephen would've been the most distinguished and revered person in Northerna City, rather than the outcast that everyone shunned. Although their childhood experiences were similar, Stephen was still luckier than her. Yvonne took a deep breath and slowly turned the doorknob in her hand. As soon as the door opened, a vase came flying toward her. Without hesitation, Yvonne dodged, and the flying vase smashed into a thousand tiny pieces behind her. Phew, that was close. The vase had been aimed directly at her face! Was he attempting to blame his own wife? The lights were switched off, and the room was in total darkness. Yvonne could barely make out a blurry figure in the distance. Without thinking twice, she reached out and turned on the light. As the lights came on, Yvonne finally saw her groom for the first time. The man stood more than six feet tall. He had defined features and impeccable bone structure. His jawline was sharp and perfectly contoured. This guy was drop-dead gorgeous! His only flaw was his eyes that were dull and had no shine at all. His pitch-black pupils were like an abyss. Yvonne started to feel a bit sorry for the man, but his next words quickly extinguished her pity. "Marrying a blind man for money—don't you think you're downright despicable?" Chapter 2 When she heard Stephen’s words, Yvonne smirked. "Throwing shade on yourself to mock me, huh? You’re quite ruthless yourself." "You..." Stephen frowned. "Thomas sold you off to pay his debt. Why aren’t you resentful? You even seem to be happy about it. How dumb can you be?" "I heard he owed your family 100 million dollars. I never thought I'd be worth that much myself." Yvonne tiptoed around the mess Stephen had made and smiled at him sweetly. "If I understand what you mean—I’m just a commodity to be sold. Since you wish to return me, you should look for the man who agreed to the deal in the first place. Why are you venting your anger on me?" "You..." Stephen struggled to think of a retort. He could already imagine the smug look on the woman's face. While he was at a loss for words, Yvonne took the opportunity to discuss the matter at hand. "Actually, I'm not Kayla Jones. My name's Yvonne Miller. I'm the daughter Thomas had with his first wife and the heiress of the Miller family. You won't lose out by marrying me. However, I have to warn you that my appearance is far behind your expectations." Taking a breath, Yvonne piped up cheerfully, "But that’s not important anyway! Since I’m not pretty and you're blind, we’re a perfect match. Let’s make the best of things and register our marriage tomorrow." Stephen’s head was spinning because of Yvonne’s constant chattering. He couldn’t believe how shameless this woman was. Seeing that she wasn’t going to budge, Stephen jumped into action. He grabbed Yvonne’s arm and dragged her out, almost tripping on the items he'd thrown on the floor. "I'm telling you the truth. Why won’t you consider it?" Yvonne pleaded. "Shut up!" Stephen roared in anger. "Even though I’m blind, I won’t let a woman dictate my life!" "I'm not trying to dictate your life; I just…" Before Stephen could throw her out, Yvonne found her footing and resisted him. "Stephen, I'm not leaving this room tonight!" "You don't have a choice!" Stephen tried to evict her by force, but Yvonne whirled around and tried to fight back. Unexpectedly, Stephen managed to stop the attack by grabbing her wrist accurately. Having been blind for years, his other senses were heightened, and he'd already learned to gauge his opponent's position and direction of attack by listening to the sound of air movements. Stephen furrowed his brows. "Where did you learn how to fight?" "I don't know what you're talking about." Yvonne played dumb. "I just want to stay here. If you drive me away, I can only go back to the countryside. Besides, Thomas would come after me." "Don’t lie to me." Stephen pinched Yvonne's cheek, his hollow eyes sharp and intimidating. "What's your motive for marrying me?" Yvonne felt a little guilty. "Let go of me." "Answer me first!" Stephen insisted. "You're a grown man, aren’t you? Why are you so difficult to deal with?" As Yvonne struggled, Stephen's fingertips brushed against the scar on her face. His keen sense of touch noted the strange sensation. Subconsciously, he grazed his fingers carefully across her cheek and confirmed that it was a scar, but the texture was unusual. "Your scar…" It was fake. Before Stephen could say those three words, he felt a dull ache at the back of his neck. His vision went black, and he fell into Yvonne's arms. Yvonne tried to hold him up, feeling annoyed. Why did he have to run his hands over her face? She used all her strength to drag Stephen onto the bed and collapsed beside him, panting. After catching her breath, she turned to look at him. She had to admit that he was physically very attractive. It was a pity he was blind—and an unreasonable blind man at that. Come to think of it, it wasn’t out of the ordinary for Stephen to have a short temper. Judging from the situation and his behavior tonight, Stephen had probably lost his status and power overnight after becoming blind. He was now an outcast of the Anderson family that no one cared about. The feeling of being abandoned and looked down upon was all too familiar to Yvonne. Her curiosity was piqued, and she reached out to check Stephen's pulse. After a moment, Yvonne frowned thoughtfully. There really was something strange about his blindness. Since she'd hoped to rely on Stephen to help regain her family’s wealth, she couldn’t let anything untoward happen to him. Just as she made up her mind, Yvonne caught sight of a flickering red light in the upper left corner of the ceiling. There were surveillance cameras installed in Stephen’s bedroom. What underhanded tricks were these elite families capable of? Chapter 3 The next day, Stephen was awakened by a commotion outside. Frowning, he opened his eyes. As expected, he still couldn’t see anything. He shld have stopped hoping for a miracle anyway. Stephen made his way out of bed. The soreness in the back of his neck reminded him that last night wasn't a dream. He gritted his teeth in anger. How dare that woman lay her hands on him? She was looking for trouble! "The Jones family really had the nerve to send such an inappropriate woman to deceive our family. They must've thought that I’m an old lady with one foot in the grave! Send this woman back to where she belongs at once. Tell the Jones that if they don't pay back the money by today, I'll come after them!" Stephen could hear every word coming from the courtyard clearly as the glass door to his balcony was open. It seemed his grandmother, Elizabeth Anderson, had discovered that the Jones family sent an inferior substitute to be Stephen’s wife. Since becoming blind, Stephen had lost all interest in other people and events in the outside world. But strangely, he felt an unexpected desire to witness the humiliation and ridicule the shameless woman would face. Stephen got up and confidently made his way to the balcony, as he was familiar with the layout of his room. When he got there, he heard the woman pleading for mercy. "Madam Elizabeth, please don’t send me back! My stepmother will make me vanish on the earth!" Yvonne grabbed onto Elizabeth’s leg, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Don't try to fool me with your acting! Look at yourself in the mirror and see what a monster you are! You don’t even deserve to step on our property!" Elizabeth gave Yvonne a kick. She'd been utterly shocked when Yvonne appeared this morning and greeted her. When Yvonne started crying, she looked even more horrifying. The intersecting scars on her left cheek looked like centipedes crawling on her skin! Yvonne fell to the ground and wiped her tears. "Madam Elizabeth, as long as you spare my family and I, I'm willing to work like a slave for the Anderson family. I'll never dream of becoming the mistress of the family! I didn't want to help them deceive you, but I had no choice. If I didn't obey their wishes, I would've been horribly tortured! I’m truly innocent!" She cried and sobbed uncontrollably. Stephen’s temples throbbed as he listened in on the conversation. Was this the same woman from last night? He distinctly remembered her as a cheeky and reckless woman. There had been no sign that she was forced into this marriage. Soon, he realized that Yvonne was merely putting on an act. Although her words made it sound like she was on Thomas' side, she was actually shifting the blame to him! "Furthermore, Stephen and I already..." Yvonne buried her face in her hands, as if she were overwhelmed with sorrow. "If you send me back now, what am I to do? My whole life will be ruined!" Everyone present was shocked. Stephen clenched his fists. Everything that came out of this woman's mouth was a lie! Elizabeth was also taken aback by her declaration. It was true. The maids had informed her that Yvonne had stayed in Stephen’s room all night. Since Stephen lost his sight, Elizabeth had been extremely worried about his marriage prospects, hoping that he would at least have a child to continue the bloodline. However, every single woman she brought to Stephen was thrown out of the room without exception. Only this horrid woman had managed to stay the night. Elizabeth furrowed her brows. Did her grandson’s taste in women change after he lost his sight? At this moment, Charles’ second wife, Camille, approached her and said, "Mother, I think this miserable child looks pitiful. Why don't we keep her for a few days?" "No! This matter cannot be left as it is!" Elizabeth immediately rejected the suggestion. "Of course, we can't let Thomas off the hook. We still have to settle things with him." Camille stared at Yvonne and lowered her voice even further as she said, "Maybe she really knows how to take care of Stephen?" Elizabeth wasn’t fond of the idea. She glared at Yvonne as if she wanted to swallow her whole. Yvonne cowered in a corner, trembling like a leaf. "Since she was brought here to be my wife, I'll handle her myself." Stephen’s icy voice drifted from the balcony, interrupting the commotion. Everyone looked up, but Stephen had already turned around and walked back into his room. Elizabeth relented when she heard Stephen’s decision. She waved her hand for the maids to take Yvonne back to Stephen's room. Then she turned to Camille and ordered, "Find out everything about that horrid creature's background." Chapter 4 Returning to Stephen’s room, Yvonne walked straight toward him. There was no hint of pain or sadness on her face. "Thank you for speaking up for me, Stephen," she said. Before Yvonne could react, Stephen pinned her against the wall. Yvonne didn't resist and stared at him with interest. "Have you made up your mind? When can we register our marriage?" Stephen asked sternly, "What do you want?" He was highly guarded and wary of anyone who tried to force their way into his world. Furthermore, Stephen’s gut told him that Yvonne was no simple woman. "If you don't tell me the truth, I can make you disappear from this world without a trace," he threatened. Yvonne knew that she was playing with fire, but she showed no sign of fear. She reached out and touched Stephen’s eyes. "Would you be interested if I told you that I could restore your sight as long as you promised to marry me?" Stephen grabbed Yvonne's hand and asked, "Do you know what happens to those who lie to me?" "If you don’t believe me, give me seven days to prove it to you. During this time, go along with my treatment. After seven days, you can make your decision based on the results. If there's no improvement, you won't need to kick me out. I'll leave on my own," Yvonne said indifferently. Although her thoughtless words sounded reckless, Stephen couldn’t help but want to trust this woman. He considered her proposal for a moment before letting go of her hand. "Give me a reason to believe you." "No problem. I can administer acupuncture on you right now, and you can decide after trying it." Hearing the patter of her footsteps as she walked away and came back, Stephen hesitated for a moment before finally relenting and sitting on a chair. Yvonne smirked when she saw how tense Stephen looked. His whole body was on high alert and ready to spring at any sign of danger. If she made a slight mistake, he might even put her in danger. Last night, after checking his pulse, Yvonne had already decided on a treatment plan and mapped out the acupuncture points in her mind. She placed the acupuncture needles deftly with just the right amount of pressure. Stephen didn't feel any pain. Instead, he felt an inexplicable sense of relaxation wash over him, as if his tensed nerves and muscles had finally loosened up. Regardless of whether it did anything for his blindness, she was obviously quite skilled at acupuncture just based on her technique. As Stephen relaxed his clenched fists, his intimidating demeanor dissipated a little. When Yvonne removed the last needle, Stephen grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward him. "Where did you learn acupuncture?" "When I was a child, I learned it from an old doctor," Yvonne replied simply. Stephen didn't press her further. "Good, I'll give you seven days," Stephen said. "Right." Yvonne smiled confidently. "If I succeed, you'll have to marry me. How about that?" "Why do you want to marry me?" Stephen furrowed his brows. "As part of the deal, you have to give me something in return. At any rate, I won’t cause you any harm." Yvonne stared at Stephen's face. "With a handsome husband like you, I’m getting the long end of the stick." Stephen remained silent. Over the years, he'd tried numerous methods to regain his sight, but most of them had failed. Now that there was a glimmer of hope, he wasn’t going to let it slip by. When she saw that Stephen wasn’t speaking, Yvonne withdrew her hand and said cheekily, "From now on, I'll have to rely on you to protect me." Stephen grunted in displeasure as he got up and walked away. He could wait for seven days; it was nothing to him. However, if this woman dared to joke about his condition, he would definitely make her regret it. Staring at his back, Yvonne's smile faded. The truth was that she needed a marriage certificate to fulfill the condition on her grandfather’s secret will. She would only be able to inherit Miller Jewels, the Miller family’s jewelry business, once she was married. If it weren’t for that, she wouldn’t have gone to such lengths. Upon further reflection, she realized that it would be better to marry Stephen and become a member of the Anderson family instead of marrying just any man. After all, she still needed someone influential to rely on in Northerna City. She had nothing to lose from this deal. Chapter 5 In less than three days, Elizabeth had collected all the available information on Yvonne. Despite the minuscule amount of data, she was infuriated. "The Jones family really didn't take us seriously! That woman isn't merely ill-looking; she didn’t even graduate from high school! She's just an uneducated country girl!" This time, Camille was speechless as well. Yvonne’s background and appearance were truly an insult to the Anderson family’s reputation. Elizabeth slammed the table. "Let’s go right now! Get a few strong men and take that horrid woman with us! We're going to Miller Villa!" Meanwhile, the Jones family at Miller Villa was unaware of the storm that was about to hit. "Thomas, don’t you think that I gave you a good idea? I told you that the Anderson family's blind son wasn’t in a position to pick and choose. No matter who we send to them, they'll accept her willingly." Monica was quite pleased with herself. "I even managed to keep Kayla safe. With her sharp mind and beauty, she'll definitely marry into a good family and support us." Thomas gave her the side-eye but didn't comment. He'd been feeling restless for the past few days. Deep down, he felt that this matter wasn't going to be resolved easily. However, there was still no news from the Anderson family. Could it be that, as Monica said, the Anderson family was willing to swallow this bitter pill? Just as Thomas was starting to feel relieved, it was abruptly shattered by an unexpected guest. Seconds after the housekeeper reported their arrival, Elizabeth and her entourage barged into the living room. She was utterly furious. "Thomas, you’d better give me a good explanation!" Thomas spotted Yvonne being held hostage by the bodyguards, and a chill ran down his spine. He went forward in a hurry. "Old Mrs. Anderson, what’s the meaning of this? Can't we talk this out?" "I have nothing to talk to you about!" Elizabeth waved her hand, and the bodyguards immediately pushed Yvonne forward. Staggering, Yvonne deliberately stumbled on the ground in front of Thomas. She covered her face with her hands, and her shoulders shook as if she were sobbing, but no one could see the suppressed smirk playing on her lips. She'd been looking forward to this for ages! "Thomas, you're really something. Just look at the kind of woman you sent to our family! Are you deliberately trying to insult me?" Elizabeth’s expression was livid. "That’s more than enough. Either you return the betrothal gifts or hand over Kayla to us! Otherwise, I will tear this place down!" Seeing the situation getting out of hand, Monica stepped forward as well. "Old Mrs. Anderson, did Yvonne do anything to offend you? She's still young..." "Bah!" In her anger, Elizabeth couldn’t care less about etiquette. "Don't you dare push the blame onto her. It's obviously you two who deliberately cooked up this plan to mess with my family! Do you really think that I’m a confused old lady who can't tell right from wrong?" "This..." Monica choked on her own saliva and turned to Thomas for help. They couldn't let Elizabeth take Kayla away. Thomas looked hesitant, still clueless about what to say. Elizabeth lost her patience and ordered the bodyguards harshly, "Go, bring Kayla to me!" In no time, two bodyguards brought Kayla to the living room. Kayla was struggling and screamed, "I would rather die than marry that blind man!" Elizabeth gave her a loud slap on the cheek that made Kayla’s head spin. "Who do you think you are? Since your father accepted our betrothal gifts, you now belong to the Anderson family! It seems that your parents failed to bring you up well, so I'll make sure you learn some discipline!" Elizabeth said, shaking with anger. "Even if Stephen's blind, you have no right to complain. With your dismal background, you should be grateful for this golden opportunity to be part of my family!" "Old Mrs. Anderson, let’s be frank now that things have come to this point of no return," Monica sneered sarcastically. "A blind man like Stephen is finally married, and to the only heiress of the Miller family too. They suit each other perfectly. Do you think you're in any position to complain?" Chapter 6 "Monica!" Thomas tried to stop her in dismay. "Very well!" Elizabeth laughed mockingly, clapping her hands. "I can finally see why your daughter's such a spoiled brat. Like mother, like daughter." Elizabeth had been doubtful when Yvonne tearfully told her what had actually happened a few days ago. Yet she was fully convinced now. Monica was not only materialistic but also a cruel and despicable woman. "Men, hold this woman down and slap her so that she knows her place!" Elizabeth ordered, and two bodyguards rushed forward. One held Monica down while the other slapped her ruthlessly. Monica’s screams and the sound of the slaps echoed in the living room while Kayla cried and begged them to stop. Yvonne was secretly enjoying the satisfaction. It was a shame that she couldn’t personally lend a hand in beating Monica up. At this moment, a sedan entered the courtyard. The license plate seemed very familiar to the bodyguards stationed outside. A man stepped out of the car. When the bodyguards saw who it was, they were stunned before quickly running into the living room to report his arrival. "Madam, Mr. Anderson is here." Elizabeth was shocked as she looked at the door incredulously. "Stephen's here?" Stephen hadn't set foot outside since he lost his eyesight. He wouldn't listen to anyone's advice to leave the mansion. Why did he come to Miller Villa today? It was unbelievable! Elizabeth felt like she was in a dream as she watched Stephen walk through the door with a cane in his hand. Everyone in the living room fell silent at Stephen's arrival. They stared at him with widened eyes, afraid to even breathe too loudly. Stephen broke the silence. "Grandma, why did you bring my wife back to her parents' home without telling me?" His question took everyone by surprise. What did he mean? With his dull eyes, Stephen turned left and right, seemingly searching for someone. "Where's Yvonne?" Reading the situation quickly, Yvonne stepped forward and headed straight for Stephen. "Stephen, why did you leave the mansion?" "I woke up from my nap and couldn't find you. When I asked the maids, they told me that you'd gone out with Grandma." Stephen reached out his hand, and Yvonne understood immediately, wrapping her hand around his. The two looked like a newlywed couple, completely enamored with each other. However, the scene was a little too much to take in at first sight for outsiders. They both are inormal... No matter how affectionate they were, it was a strange picture to behold. "Grandma, I’ve brought some gifts for my father- and mother-in-law. Can you help me arrange it?" As Stephen was blind, he had no idea of the chaos that had erupted in the living room just now. His only thought was to take Yvonne home as soon as possible. Yvonne could feel the cold sweat on Stephen’s hand and noticed his anxiety. She turned to Elizabeth and begged, "Grandma, can I go home with Stephen first?" Elizabeth furrowed her brows as she stared at Yvonne. She wasn't pleased with this hideous granddaughter-in-law of hers. However, Stephen had finally left the mansion and appeared in public because of her. In addition, Elizabeth felt somewhat calmer now. The situation had gotten so out of hand that the embarrassment was getting too much to bear. After much hesitation, she waved her hand in resignation and said, "Forget it. You two go back first; I'll handle the rest." Yvonne gave Stephen a helping hand as they walked out, but she came to a halt all of a sudden, as if she remembered something. She turned to Thomas and said in a beseeching tone, "Father, when will you give me my dowry?" It was an item Thomas had promised to return to her after she got married. With Elizabeth around, he couldn’t go back on his word. Hearing this, Thomas' face twisted in anger, but he could only grit his teeth and respond, "Alright, I'll go get it now." Monica knew exactly what Yvonne wanted. Her furious gaze bore into Yvonne, giving her a death stare. That horrible woman deliberately came here to provoke her! Chapter 7 Thomas went to his study and returned with a box made out of redwood. He handed it over to Yvonne. Yvonne smiled and obediently said, "Thank you, Father." Thomas gritted his teeth. "No need to thank me. Just make sure you live happily with Mr. Anderson." In other words, once she took the gift, she should never return home again. Yvonne had no intention of following his wishes. This was only the start of her revenge. She said teasingly, "Don't worry, I'll bring Mr. Anderson home to visit both of you often." Thomas was so mad that his expression became stormy. In the car, Stephen stretched out his hand. "What did you get from your father?" "It’s my late mother’s last masterpiece, a ruby necklace," Yvonne replied. She opened the box. A luxurious and extravagant ruby necklace, Treasured Love, was lying inside. It had finally returned to her after so many years! But when Yvonne remembered that her mother's love for Thomas had inspired the creation of this necklace, she slammed the box shut. Her hatred for Thomas boiled inside her. He didn’t deserve to possess this Treasured Love! It would be an insult and a disservice to such an exquisite necklace! Last year, Yvonne saw a photo of Monica walking the red carpet with the necklace around her neck. The masterpiece caught the attention and focus of major fashion magazines around the world. Just thinking about it made Yvonne grit her teeth with anger. She was determined to take back everything they had stolen from her and pay them back for all their evil deeds! "I hope something so troublesome like this will only occur once. There should be no next time," Stephen warned coldly. Yvonne snapped out of her thoughts and looked at Stephen's hand. Once a person lost their sight, it was inevitable that he would become more vulnerable and anxious in unfamiliar environments. She'd never expected Stephen to show up at Miller Villa. She pursed her lips. "Thank you for coming." Stephen turned his face away and said indifferently, "Don't thank me. I didn’t do it out of the kindness of my heart." If Yvonne had been of no value to him, he couldn’t care less about what would have happened to her. Elizabeth wasn't someone to be trifled with. She threatened the Jones family to behave themselves; otherwise, she would drive them out of Northerna City. Her threat made it crystal clear that the feud between the Anderson family and the Jones family had begun. After seeing Elizabeth off, Thomas turned around and slapped Monica. "This is all your fault! Now that we’ve offended the Andersons, we're doomed!" Monica cried, holding her burning cheek. "Do you think I wanted this to happen? The Anderson family forced our hand! Why should I marry my precious daughter off to a blind man?" Thomas was so furious that he raised his hand to slap her again, but Kayla stopped him. "Dad, Mom did this because of me! If you want to hit someone, hit me!" "Kayla, let him slap me! If he has the guts, he might as well make me vanish on the earth!" Watching them sob in each other's arms, Thomas had nowhere to vent his anger, so he stamped his foot and left in a rage. With tears running down her cheeks, Kayla asked, "Mom, what should we do now?" "Don't be intimidated by your dad's words." Monica wiped away Kayla's tears and comforted her. "Besides, the feud between the Anderson family and the Robinson family has been going on for a long time. Being on bad terms with the Andersons may actually help you marry into the Robinson family." There were four elite families in Northerna City: the Andersons, the Robinsons, the Johnsons, and the Dawsons. Although the Andersons had the most influence, the Robinson family was a close second. Getting into the Robinson family was their true goal. "But..." When Kayla thought of how loving Yvonne and Stephen seemed, she couldn’t help feeling resentful. "If Yvonne truly becomes part of the Anderson family, didn’t we just do her a favor for nothing?" Monica sneered. "My girl, don’t you know who Stephen is? He's known to be a ruthless man. Sooner or later, Yvonne will be planted his hands!" It was rumored that Stephen was merciless to the point that he would even sacrifice his own family, let alone a nobody like Yvonne. | Listen to books | 145 | https://facebook.com/100093148902033 | 0 | LEARN_MORE | 1692514800 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Yvonne Miller sat at the dressing table in her wedding gown. She carefully hid the terrible scar on her left cheek with her bridal veil. That looked much better. Today was supposed to be her big day as she was marrying into the Anderson family. However, the voices outside her door were getting on her nerves. "Mother, will the Anderson family really accept a country girl like her into their family?" "What else can we do? Would you rather marry that blind man?" Kayla Jones frowned and pouted as she looked at her mother, Monica Langley. "No way! A blind man like Stephen is useless to me! I won't ruin my future by marrying him!" Stephen Anderson was not only blind; he was also sickly and needed to take countless medications every day. With his condition, there was no telling how much longer he'd live. Kayla didn't want to be a widow at such a young age. Before Monica could reply, the door opened. Yvonne emerged from her room, giving them a cold glance as she walked past. Although Yvonne’s face was covered by a veil, the frosty look in her eyes sent chills running down Monica's and Kayla’s spines. Yvonne stalked right up to Thomas. "You'd better keep your promise to me," Yvonne muttered as she walked past him and went down the stairs without looking back. Although the villa was named Miller Villa, no one with the last name Miller had lived here for the past ten years. When Yvonne was eight years old, both her mother and grandfather passed away, leaving Yvonne as the Miller family's lone heir. Her father, Thomas Jones, was only a son-in-law who'd married into the family. He'd taken advantage of the Miller family’s wealth before marrying Monica. They had two daughters, Katie and Kayla Jones. For two years after that, Yvonne suffered constant humiliation and torture. Although she was the only daughter of the Miller family, she was treated worse than an animal. To make matters worse, her stepsister, Kayla Jones, had marred her face with a scar. When that incident occurred, Monica concocted a lie to protect Kayla, putting all the blame on Yvonne instead. In a fit of rage, Thomas banished Yvonne to the countryside. For many years, no one cared about her. It wasn't until Kayla was forced to marry Stephen thanks to Thomas owing the Anderson family a large sum of money that they finally remembered Yvonne’s existence. "Get in the car. We don't want to be late," the driver urged impatiently, pulling Yvonne out of her reverie. Yvonne stared at Miller Villa, her lips curving in a mocking smile. One day, she would make them regret the decision they made today. She silently vowed to reclaim everything that belonged to the Miller family. Two hours later, Yvonne arrived at Anderson Mansion, but there was no sign of any preparation for the wedding ceremony. Yvonne followed a maid up to the second floor where they stopped outside a door at the end of the corridor. "Get out!" A roar came from inside the room, startling both Yvonne and the maid. The maid tried to remain calm as she said, "You can go in by yourself." In a blink of an eye, Yvonne found herself alone at the door. Before she'd returned to Northerna City, Yvonne had investigated the Anderson family. Philip Anderson had three sons—Charles, William, and Harry. Stephen was the eldest son of Charles Anderson and Diane Robinson; however, he was the second-eldest among his cousins. Soon after he was born, Stephen's mother passed away, and Charles married a famous actress, Camille Sharpe. In terms of family background, talent, and ability, Stephen blew his peers out of the water. At a young age, he was entrusted with the management of Anderson Group. Alas, he had gone blind due to an accident. If not for his disability, Stephen would've been the most distinguished and revered person in Northerna City, rather than the outcast that everyone shunned. Although their childhood experiences were similar, Stephen was still luckier than her. Yvonne took a deep breath and slowly turned the doorknob in her hand. As soon as the door opened, a vase came flying toward her. Without hesitation, Yvonne dodged, and the flying vase smashed into a thousand tiny pieces behind her. Phew, that was close. The vase had been aimed directly at her face! Was he attempting to blame his own wife? The lights were switched off, and the room was in total darkness. Yvonne could barely make out a blurry figure in the distance. Without thinking twice, she reached out and turned on the light. As the lights came on, Yvonne finally saw her groom for the first time. The man stood more than six feet tall. He had defined features and impeccable bone structure. His jawline was sharp and perfectly contoured. This guy was drop-dead gorgeous! His only flaw was his eyes that were dull and had no shine at all. His pitch-black pupils were like an abyss. Yvonne started to feel a bit sorry for the man, but his next words quickly extinguished her pity. "Marrying a blind man for money—don't you think you're downright despicable?" Chapter 2 When she heard Stephen’s words, Yvonne smirked. "Throwing shade on yourself to mock me, huh? You’re quite ruthless yourself." "You..." Stephen frowned. "Thomas sold you off to pay his debt. Why aren’t you resentful? You even seem to be happy about it. How dumb can you be?" "I heard he owed your family 100 million dollars. I never thought I'd be worth that much myself." Yvonne tiptoed around the mess Stephen had made and smiled at him sweetly. "If I understand what you mean—I’m just a commodity to be sold. Since you wish to return me, you should look for the man who agreed to the deal in the first place. Why are you venting your anger on me?" "You..." Stephen struggled to think of a retort. He could already imagine the smug look on the woman's face. While he was at a loss for words, Yvonne took the opportunity to discuss the matter at hand. "Actually, I'm not Kayla Jones. My name's Yvonne Miller. I'm the daughter Thomas had with his first wife and the heiress of the Miller family. You won't lose out by marrying me. However, I have to warn you that my appearance is far behind your expectations." Taking a breath, Yvonne piped up cheerfully, "But that’s not important anyway! Since I’m not pretty and you're blind, we’re a perfect match. Let’s make the best of things and register our marriage tomorrow." Stephen’s head was spinning because of Yvonne’s constant chattering. He couldn’t believe how shameless this woman was. Seeing that she wasn’t going to budge, Stephen jumped into action. He grabbed Yvonne’s arm and dragged her out, almost tripping on the items he'd thrown on the floor. "I'm telling you the truth. Why won’t you consider it?" Yvonne pleaded. "Shut up!" Stephen roared in anger. "Even though I’m blind, I won’t let a woman dictate my life!" "I'm not trying to dictate your life; I just…" Before Stephen could throw her out, Yvonne found her footing and resisted him. "Stephen, I'm not leaving this room tonight!" "You don't have a choice!" Stephen tried to evict her by force, but Yvonne whirled around and tried to fight back. Unexpectedly, Stephen managed to stop the attack by grabbing her wrist accurately. Having been blind for years, his other senses were heightened, and he'd already learned to gauge his opponent's position and direction of attack by listening to the sound of air movements. Stephen furrowed his brows. "Where did you learn how to fight?" "I don't know what you're talking about." Yvonne played dumb. "I just want to stay here. If you drive me away, I can only go back to the countryside. Besides, Thomas would come after me." "Don’t lie to me." Stephen pinched Yvonne's cheek, his hollow eyes sharp and intimidating. "What's your motive for marrying me?" Yvonne felt a little guilty. "Let go of me." "Answer me first!" Stephen insisted. "You're a grown man, aren’t you? Why are you so difficult to deal with?" As Yvonne struggled, Stephen's fingertips brushed against the scar on her face. His keen sense of touch noted the strange sensation. Subconsciously, he grazed his fingers carefully across her cheek and confirmed that it was a scar, but the texture was unusual. "Your scar…" It was fake. Before Stephen could say those three words, he felt a dull ache at the back of his neck. His vision went black, and he fell into Yvonne's arms. Yvonne tried to hold him up, feeling annoyed. Why did he have to run his hands over her face? She used all her strength to drag Stephen onto the bed and collapsed beside him, panting. After catching her breath, she turned to look at him. She had to admit that he was physically very attractive. It was a pity he was blind—and an unreasonable blind man at that. Come to think of it, it wasn’t out of the ordinary for Stephen to have a short temper. Judging from the situation and his behavior tonight, Stephen had probably lost his status and power overnight after becoming blind. He was now an outcast of the Anderson family that no one cared about. The feeling of being abandoned and looked down upon was all too familiar to Yvonne. Her curiosity was piqued, and she reached out to check Stephen's pulse. After a moment, Yvonne frowned thoughtfully. There really was something strange about his blindness. Since she'd hoped to rely on Stephen to help regain her family’s wealth, she couldn’t let anything untoward happen to him. Just as she made up her mind, Yvonne caught sight of a flickering red light in the upper left corner of the ceiling. There were surveillance cameras installed in Stephen’s bedroom. What underhanded tricks were these elite families capable of? Chapter 3 The next day, Stephen was awakened by a commotion outside. Frowning, he opened his eyes. As expected, he still couldn’t see anything. He shld have stopped hoping for a miracle anyway. Stephen made his way out of bed. The soreness in the back of his neck reminded him that last night wasn't a dream. He gritted his teeth in anger. How dare that woman lay her hands on him? She was looking for trouble! "The Jones family really had the nerve to send such an inappropriate woman to deceive our family. They must've thought that I’m an old lady with one foot in the grave! Send this woman back to where she belongs at once. Tell the Jones that if they don't pay back the money by today, I'll come after them!" Stephen could hear every word coming from the courtyard clearly as the glass door to his balcony was open. It seemed his grandmother, Elizabeth Anderson, had discovered that the Jones family sent an inferior substitute to be Stephen’s wife. Since becoming blind, Stephen had lost all interest in other people and events in the outside world. But strangely, he felt an unexpected desire to witness the humiliation and ridicule the shameless woman would face. Stephen got up and confidently made his way to the balcony, as he was familiar with the layout of his room. When he got there, he heard the woman pleading for mercy. "Madam Elizabeth, please don’t send me back! My stepmother will make me vanish on the earth!" Yvonne grabbed onto Elizabeth’s leg, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Don't try to fool me with your acting! Look at yourself in the mirror and see what a monster you are! You don’t even deserve to step on our property!" Elizabeth gave Yvonne a kick. She'd been utterly shocked when Yvonne appeared this morning and greeted her. When Yvonne started crying, she looked even more horrifying. The intersecting scars on her left cheek looked like centipedes crawling on her skin! Yvonne fell to the ground and wiped her tears. "Madam Elizabeth, as long as you spare my family and I, I'm willing to work like a slave for the Anderson family. I'll never dream of becoming the mistress of the family! I didn't want to help them deceive you, but I had no choice. If I didn't obey their wishes, I would've been horribly tortured! I’m truly innocent!" She cried and sobbed uncontrollably. Stephen’s temples throbbed as he listened in on the conversation. Was this the same woman from last night? He distinctly remembered her as a cheeky and reckless woman. There had been no sign that she was forced into this marriage. Soon, he realized that Yvonne was merely putting on an act. Although her words made it sound like she was on Thomas' side, she was actually shifting the blame to him! "Furthermore, Stephen and I already..." Yvonne buried her face in her hands, as if she were overwhelmed with sorrow. "If you send me back now, what am I to do? My whole life will be ruined!" Everyone present was shocked. Stephen clenched his fists. Everything that came out of this woman's mouth was a lie! Elizabeth was also taken aback by her declaration. It was true. The maids had informed her that Yvonne had stayed in Stephen’s room all night. Since Stephen lost his sight, Elizabeth had been extremely worried about his marriage prospects, hoping that he would at least have a child to continue the bloodline. However, every single woman she brought to Stephen was thrown out of the room without exception. Only this horrid woman had managed to stay the night. Elizabeth furrowed her brows. Did her grandson’s taste in women change after he lost his sight? At this moment, Charles’ second wife, Camille, approached her and said, "Mother, I think this miserable child looks pitiful. Why don't we keep her for a few days?" "No! This matter cannot be left as it is!" Elizabeth immediately rejected the suggestion. "Of course, we can't let Thomas off the hook. We still have to settle things with him." Camille stared at Yvonne and lowered her voice even further as she said, "Maybe she really knows how to take care of Stephen?" Elizabeth wasn’t fond of the idea. She glared at Yvonne as if she wanted to swallow her whole. Yvonne cowered in a corner, trembling like a leaf. "Since she was brought here to be my wife, I'll handle her myself." Stephen’s icy voice drifted from the balcony, interrupting the commotion. Everyone looked up, but Stephen had already turned around and walked back into his room. Elizabeth relented when she heard Stephen’s decision. She waved her hand for the maids to take Yvonne back to Stephen's room. Then she turned to Camille and ordered, "Find out everything about that horrid creature's background." Chapter 4 Returning to Stephen’s room, Yvonne walked straight toward him. There was no hint of pain or sadness on her face. "Thank you for speaking up for me, Stephen," she said. Before Yvonne could react, Stephen pinned her against the wall. Yvonne didn't resist and stared at him with interest. "Have you made up your mind? When can we register our marriage?" Stephen asked sternly, "What do you want?" He was highly guarded and wary of anyone who tried to force their way into his world. Furthermore, Stephen’s gut told him that Yvonne was no simple woman. "If you don't tell me the truth, I can make you disappear from this world without a trace," he threatened. Yvonne knew that she was playing with fire, but she showed no sign of fear. She reached out and touched Stephen’s eyes. "Would you be interested if I told you that I could restore your sight as long as you promised to marry me?" Stephen grabbed Yvonne's hand and asked, "Do you know what happens to those who lie to me?" "If you don’t believe me, give me seven days to prove it to you. During this time, go along with my treatment. After seven days, you can make your decision based on the results. If there's no improvement, you won't need to kick me out. I'll leave on my own," Yvonne said indifferently. Although her thoughtless words sounded reckless, Stephen couldn’t help but want to trust this woman. He considered her proposal for a moment before letting go of her hand. "Give me a reason to believe you." "No problem. I can administer acupuncture on you right now, and you can decide after trying it." Hearing the patter of her footsteps as she walked away and came back, Stephen hesitated for a moment before finally relenting and sitting on a chair. Yvonne smirked when she saw how tense Stephen looked. His whole body was on high alert and ready to spring at any sign of danger. If she made a slight mistake, he might even put her in danger. Last night, after checking his pulse, Yvonne had already decided on a treatment plan and mapped out the acupuncture points in her mind. She placed the acupuncture needles deftly with just the right amount of pressure. Stephen didn't feel any pain. Instead, he felt an inexplicable sense of relaxation wash over him, as if his tensed nerves and muscles had finally loosened up. Regardless of whether it did anything for his blindness, she was obviously quite skilled at acupuncture just based on her technique. As Stephen relaxed his clenched fists, his intimidating demeanor dissipated a little. When Yvonne removed the last needle, Stephen grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward him. "Where did you learn acupuncture?" "When I was a child, I learned it from an old doctor," Yvonne replied simply. Stephen didn't press her further. "Good, I'll give you seven days," Stephen said. "Right." Yvonne smiled confidently. "If I succeed, you'll have to marry me. How about that?" "Why do you want to marry me?" Stephen furrowed his brows. "As part of the deal, you have to give me something in return. At any rate, I won’t cause you any harm." Yvonne stared at Stephen's face. "With a handsome husband like you, I’m getting the long end of the stick." Stephen remained silent. Over the years, he'd tried numerous methods to regain his sight, but most of them had failed. Now that there was a glimmer of hope, he wasn’t going to let it slip by. When she saw that Stephen wasn’t speaking, Yvonne withdrew her hand and said cheekily, "From now on, I'll have to rely on you to protect me." Stephen grunted in displeasure as he got up and walked away. He could wait for seven days; it was nothing to him. However, if this woman dared to joke about his condition, he would definitely make her regret it. Staring at his back, Yvonne's smile faded. The truth was that she needed a marriage certificate to fulfill the condition on her grandfather’s secret will. She would only be able to inherit Miller Jewels, the Miller family’s jewelry business, once she was married. If it weren’t for that, she wouldn’t have gone to such lengths. Upon further reflection, she realized that it would be better to marry Stephen and become a member of the Anderson family instead of marrying just any man. After all, she still needed someone influential to rely on in Northerna City. She had nothing to lose from this deal. Chapter 5 In less than three days, Elizabeth had collected all the available information on Yvonne. Despite the minuscule amount of data, she was infuriated. "The Jones family really didn't take us seriously! That woman isn't merely ill-looking; she didn’t even graduate from high school! She's just an uneducated country girl!" This time, Camille was speechless as well. Yvonne’s background and appearance were truly an insult to the Anderson family’s reputation. Elizabeth slammed the table. "Let’s go right now! Get a few strong men and take that horrid woman with us! We're going to Miller Villa!" Meanwhile, the Jones family at Miller Villa was unaware of the storm that was about to hit. "Thomas, don’t you think that I gave you a good idea? I told you that the Anderson family's blind son wasn’t in a position to pick and choose. No matter who we send to them, they'll accept her willingly." Monica was quite pleased with herself. "I even managed to keep Kayla safe. With her sharp mind and beauty, she'll definitely marry into a good family and support us." Thomas gave her the side-eye but didn't comment. He'd been feeling restless for the past few days. Deep down, he felt that this matter wasn't going to be resolved easily. However, there was still no news from the Anderson family. Could it be that, as Monica said, the Anderson family was willing to swallow this bitter pill? Just as Thomas was starting to feel relieved, it was abruptly shattered by an unexpected guest. Seconds after the housekeeper reported their arrival, Elizabeth and her entourage barged into the living room. She was utterly furious. "Thomas, you’d better give me a good explanation!" Thomas spotted Yvonne being held hostage by the bodyguards, and a chill ran down his spine. He went forward in a hurry. "Old Mrs. Anderson, what’s the meaning of this? Can't we talk this out?" "I have nothing to talk to you about!" Elizabeth waved her hand, and the bodyguards immediately pushed Yvonne forward. Staggering, Yvonne deliberately stumbled on the ground in front of Thomas. She covered her face with her hands, and her shoulders shook as if she were sobbing, but no one could see the suppressed smirk playing on her lips. She'd been looking forward to this for ages! "Thomas, you're really something. Just look at the kind of woman you sent to our family! Are you deliberately trying to insult me?" Elizabeth’s expression was livid. "That’s more than enough. Either you return the betrothal gifts or hand over Kayla to us! Otherwise, I will tear this place down!" Seeing the situation getting out of hand, Monica stepped forward as well. "Old Mrs. Anderson, did Yvonne do anything to offend you? She's still young..." "Bah!" In her anger, Elizabeth couldn’t care less about etiquette. "Don't you dare push the blame onto her. It's obviously you two who deliberately cooked up this plan to mess with my family! Do you really think that I’m a confused old lady who can't tell right from wrong?" "This..." Monica choked on her own saliva and turned to Thomas for help. They couldn't let Elizabeth take Kayla away. Thomas looked hesitant, still clueless about what to say. Elizabeth lost her patience and ordered the bodyguards harshly, "Go, bring Kayla to me!" In no time, two bodyguards brought Kayla to the living room. Kayla was struggling and screamed, "I would rather die than marry that blind man!" Elizabeth gave her a loud slap on the cheek that made Kayla’s head spin. "Who do you think you are? Since your father accepted our betrothal gifts, you now belong to the Anderson family! It seems that your parents failed to bring you up well, so I'll make sure you learn some discipline!" Elizabeth said, shaking with anger. "Even if Stephen's blind, you have no right to complain. With your dismal background, you should be grateful for this golden opportunity to be part of my family!" "Old Mrs. Anderson, let’s be frank now that things have come to this point of no return," Monica sneered sarcastically. "A blind man like Stephen is finally married, and to the only heiress of the Miller family too. They suit each other perfectly. Do you think you're in any position to complain?" Chapter 6 "Monica!" Thomas tried to stop her in dismay. "Very well!" Elizabeth laughed mockingly, clapping her hands. "I can finally see why your daughter's such a spoiled brat. Like mother, like daughter." Elizabeth had been doubtful when Yvonne tearfully told her what had actually happened a few days ago. Yet she was fully convinced now. Monica was not only materialistic but also a cruel and despicable woman. "Men, hold this woman down and slap her so that she knows her place!" Elizabeth ordered, and two bodyguards rushed forward. One held Monica down while the other slapped her ruthlessly. Monica’s screams and the sound of the slaps echoed in the living room while Kayla cried and begged them to stop. Yvonne was secretly enjoying the satisfaction. It was a shame that she couldn’t personally lend a hand in beating Monica up. At this moment, a sedan entered the courtyard. The license plate seemed very familiar to the bodyguards stationed outside. A man stepped out of the car. When the bodyguards saw who it was, they were stunned before quickly running into the living room to report his arrival. "Madam, Mr. Anderson is here." Elizabeth was shocked as she looked at the door incredulously. "Stephen's here?" Stephen hadn't set foot outside since he lost his eyesight. He wouldn't listen to anyone's advice to leave the mansion. Why did he come to Miller Villa today? It was unbelievable! Elizabeth felt like she was in a dream as she watched Stephen walk through the door with a cane in his hand. Everyone in the living room fell silent at Stephen's arrival. They stared at him with widened eyes, afraid to even breathe too loudly. Stephen broke the silence. "Grandma, why did you bring my wife back to her parents' home without telling me?" His question took everyone by surprise. What did he mean? With his dull eyes, Stephen turned left and right, seemingly searching for someone. "Where's Yvonne?" Reading the situation quickly, Yvonne stepped forward and headed straight for Stephen. "Stephen, why did you leave the mansion?" "I woke up from my nap and couldn't find you. When I asked the maids, they told me that you'd gone out with Grandma." Stephen reached out his hand, and Yvonne understood immediately, wrapping her hand around his. The two looked like a newlywed couple, completely enamored with each other. However, the scene was a little too much to take in at first sight for outsiders. They both are inormal... No matter how affectionate they were, it was a strange picture to behold. "Grandma, I’ve brought some gifts for my father- and mother-in-law. Can you help me arrange it?" As Stephen was blind, he had no idea of the chaos that had erupted in the living room just now. His only thought was to take Yvonne home as soon as possible. Yvonne could feel the cold sweat on Stephen’s hand and noticed his anxiety. She turned to Elizabeth and begged, "Grandma, can I go home with Stephen first?" Elizabeth furrowed her brows as she stared at Yvonne. She wasn't pleased with this hideous granddaughter-in-law of hers. However, Stephen had finally left the mansion and appeared in public because of her. In addition, Elizabeth felt somewhat calmer now. The situation had gotten so out of hand that the embarrassment was getting too much to bear. After much hesitation, she waved her hand in resignation and said, "Forget it. You two go back first; I'll handle the rest." Yvonne gave Stephen a helping hand as they walked out, but she came to a halt all of a sudden, as if she remembered something. She turned to Thomas and said in a beseeching tone, "Father, when will you give me my dowry?" It was an item Thomas had promised to return to her after she got married. With Elizabeth around, he couldn’t go back on his word. Hearing this, Thomas' face twisted in anger, but he could only grit his teeth and respond, "Alright, I'll go get it now." Monica knew exactly what Yvonne wanted. Her furious gaze bore into Yvonne, giving her a death stare. That horrible woman deliberately came here to provoke her! Chapter 7 Thomas went to his study and returned with a box made out of redwood. He handed it over to Yvonne. Yvonne smiled and obediently said, "Thank you, Father." Thomas gritted his teeth. "No need to thank me. Just make sure you live happily with Mr. Anderson." In other words, once she took the gift, she should never return home again. Yvonne had no intention of following his wishes. This was only the start of her revenge. She said teasingly, "Don't worry, I'll bring Mr. Anderson home to visit both of you often." Thomas was so mad that his expression became stormy. In the car, Stephen stretched out his hand. "What did you get from your father?" "It’s my late mother’s last masterpiece, a ruby necklace," Yvonne replied. She opened the box. A luxurious and extravagant ruby necklace, Treasured Love, was lying inside. It had finally returned to her after so many years! But when Yvonne remembered that her mother's love for Thomas had inspired the creation of this necklace, she slammed the box shut. Her hatred for Thomas boiled inside her. He didn’t deserve to possess this Treasured Love! It would be an insult and a disservice to such an exquisite necklace! Last year, Yvonne saw a photo of Monica walking the red carpet with the necklace around her neck. The masterpiece caught the attention and focus of major fashion magazines around the world. Just thinking about it made Yvonne grit her teeth with anger. She was determined to take back everything they had stolen from her and pay them back for all their evil deeds! "I hope something so troublesome like this will only occur once. There should be no next time," Stephen warned coldly. Yvonne snapped out of her thoughts and looked at Stephen's hand. Once a person lost their sight, it was inevitable that he would become more vulnerable and anxious in unfamiliar environments. She'd never expected Stephen to show up at Miller Villa. She pursed her lips. "Thank you for coming." Stephen turned his face away and said indifferently, "Don't thank me. I didn’t do it out of the kindness of my heart." If Yvonne had been of no value to him, he couldn’t care less about what would have happened to her. Elizabeth wasn't someone to be trifled with. She threatened the Jones family to behave themselves; otherwise, she would drive them out of Northerna City. Her threat made it crystal clear that the feud between the Anderson family and the Jones family had begun. After seeing Elizabeth off, Thomas turned around and slapped Monica. "This is all your fault! Now that we’ve offended the Andersons, we're doomed!" Monica cried, holding her burning cheek. "Do you think I wanted this to happen? The Anderson family forced our hand! Why should I marry my precious daughter off to a blind man?" Thomas was so furious that he raised his hand to slap her again, but Kayla stopped him. "Dad, Mom did this because of me! If you want to hit someone, hit me!" "Kayla, let him slap me! If he has the guts, he might as well make me vanish on the earth!" Watching them sob in each other's arms, Thomas had nowhere to vent his anger, so he stamped his foot and left in a rage. With tears running down her cheeks, Kayla asked, "Mom, what should we do now?" "Don't be intimidated by your dad's words." Monica wiped away Kayla's tears and comforted her. "Besides, the feud between the Anderson family and the Robinson family has been going on for a long time. Being on bad terms with the Andersons may actually help you marry into the Robinson family." There were four elite families in Northerna City: the Andersons, the Robinsons, the Johnsons, and the Dawsons. Although the Andersons had the most influence, the Robinson family was a close second. Getting into the Robinson family was their true goal. "But..." When Kayla thought of how loving Yvonne and Stephen seemed, she couldn’t help feeling resentful. "If Yvonne truly becomes part of the Anderson family, didn’t we just do her a favor for nothing?" Monica sneered. "My girl, don’t you know who Stephen is? He's known to be a ruthless man. Sooner or later, Yvonne will be planted his hands!" It was rumored that Stephen was merciless to the point that he would even sacrifice his own family, let alone a nobody like Yvonne. | Listen to books | 145 | https://facebook.com/100093148902033 | 0 | LEARN_MORE | 1692514800 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Yvonne Miller sat at the dressing table in her wedding gown. She carefully hid the terrible scar on her left cheek with her bridal veil. That looked much better. Today was supposed to be her big day as she was marrying into the Anderson family. However, the voices outside her door were getting on her nerves. "Mother, will the Anderson family really accept a country girl like her into their family?" "What else can we do? Would you rather marry that blind man?" Kayla Jones frowned and pouted as she looked at her mother, Monica Langley. "No way! A blind man like Stephen is useless to me! I won't ruin my future by marrying him!" Stephen Anderson was not only blind; he was also sickly and needed to take countless medications every day. With his condition, there was no telling how much longer he'd live. Kayla didn't want to be a widow at such a young age. Before Monica could reply, the door opened. Yvonne emerged from her room, giving them a cold glance as she walked past. Although Yvonne’s face was covered by a veil, the frosty look in her eyes sent chills running down Monica's and Kayla’s spines. Yvonne stalked right up to Thomas. "You'd better keep your promise to me," Yvonne muttered as she walked past him and went down the stairs without looking back. Although the villa was named Miller Villa, no one with the last name Miller had lived here for the past ten years. When Yvonne was eight years old, both her mother and grandfather passed away, leaving Yvonne as the Miller family's lone heir. Her father, Thomas Jones, was only a son-in-law who'd married into the family. He'd taken advantage of the Miller family’s wealth before marrying Monica. They had two daughters, Katie and Kayla Jones. For two years after that, Yvonne suffered constant humiliation and torture. Although she was the only daughter of the Miller family, she was treated worse than an animal. To make matters worse, her stepsister, Kayla Jones, had marred her face with a scar. When that incident occurred, Monica concocted a lie to protect Kayla, putting all the blame on Yvonne instead. In a fit of rage, Thomas banished Yvonne to the countryside. For many years, no one cared about her. It wasn't until Kayla was forced to marry Stephen thanks to Thomas owing the Anderson family a large sum of money that they finally remembered Yvonne’s existence. "Get in the car. We don't want to be late," the driver urged impatiently, pulling Yvonne out of her reverie. Yvonne stared at Miller Villa, her lips curving in a mocking smile. One day, she would make them regret the decision they made today. She silently vowed to reclaim everything that belonged to the Miller family. Two hours later, Yvonne arrived at Anderson Mansion, but there was no sign of any preparation for the wedding ceremony. Yvonne followed a maid up to the second floor where they stopped outside a door at the end of the corridor. "Get out!" A roar came from inside the room, startling both Yvonne and the maid. The maid tried to remain calm as she said, "You can go in by yourself." In a blink of an eye, Yvonne found herself alone at the door. Before she'd returned to Northerna City, Yvonne had investigated the Anderson family. Philip Anderson had three sons—Charles, William, and Harry. Stephen was the eldest son of Charles Anderson and Diane Robinson; however, he was the second-eldest among his cousins. Soon after he was born, Stephen's mother passed away, and Charles married a famous actress, Camille Sharpe. In terms of family background, talent, and ability, Stephen blew his peers out of the water. At a young age, he was entrusted with the management of Anderson Group. Alas, he had gone blind due to an accident. If not for his disability, Stephen would've been the most distinguished and revered person in Northerna City, rather than the outcast that everyone shunned. Although their childhood experiences were similar, Stephen was still luckier than her. Yvonne took a deep breath and slowly turned the doorknob in her hand. As soon as the door opened, a vase came flying toward her. Without hesitation, Yvonne dodged, and the flying vase smashed into a thousand tiny pieces behind her. Phew, that was close. The vase had been aimed directly at her face! Was he attempting to blame his own wife? The lights were switched off, and the room was in total darkness. Yvonne could barely make out a blurry figure in the distance. Without thinking twice, she reached out and turned on the light. As the lights came on, Yvonne finally saw her groom for the first time. The man stood more than six feet tall. He had defined features and impeccable bone structure. His jawline was sharp and perfectly contoured. This guy was drop-dead gorgeous! His only flaw was his eyes that were dull and had no shine at all. His pitch-black pupils were like an abyss. Yvonne started to feel a bit sorry for the man, but his next words quickly extinguished her pity. "Marrying a blind man for money—don't you think you're downright despicable?" Chapter 2 When she heard Stephen’s words, Yvonne smirked. "Throwing shade on yourself to mock me, huh? You’re quite ruthless yourself." "You..." Stephen frowned. "Thomas sold you off to pay his debt. Why aren’t you resentful? You even seem to be happy about it. How dumb can you be?" "I heard he owed your family 100 million dollars. I never thought I'd be worth that much myself." Yvonne tiptoed around the mess Stephen had made and smiled at him sweetly. "If I understand what you mean—I’m just a commodity to be sold. Since you wish to return me, you should look for the man who agreed to the deal in the first place. Why are you venting your anger on me?" "You..." Stephen struggled to think of a retort. He could already imagine the smug look on the woman's face. While he was at a loss for words, Yvonne took the opportunity to discuss the matter at hand. "Actually, I'm not Kayla Jones. My name's Yvonne Miller. I'm the daughter Thomas had with his first wife and the heiress of the Miller family. You won't lose out by marrying me. However, I have to warn you that my appearance is far behind your expectations." Taking a breath, Yvonne piped up cheerfully, "But that’s not important anyway! Since I’m not pretty and you're blind, we’re a perfect match. Let’s make the best of things and register our marriage tomorrow." Stephen’s head was spinning because of Yvonne’s constant chattering. He couldn’t believe how shameless this woman was. Seeing that she wasn’t going to budge, Stephen jumped into action. He grabbed Yvonne’s arm and dragged her out, almost tripping on the items he'd thrown on the floor. "I'm telling you the truth. Why won’t you consider it?" Yvonne pleaded. "Shut up!" Stephen roared in anger. "Even though I’m blind, I won’t let a woman dictate my life!" "I'm not trying to dictate your life; I just…" Before Stephen could throw her out, Yvonne found her footing and resisted him. "Stephen, I'm not leaving this room tonight!" "You don't have a choice!" Stephen tried to evict her by force, but Yvonne whirled around and tried to fight back. Unexpectedly, Stephen managed to stop the attack by grabbing her wrist accurately. Having been blind for years, his other senses were heightened, and he'd already learned to gauge his opponent's position and direction of attack by listening to the sound of air movements. Stephen furrowed his brows. "Where did you learn how to fight?" "I don't know what you're talking about." Yvonne played dumb. "I just want to stay here. If you drive me away, I can only go back to the countryside. Besides, Thomas would come after me." "Don’t lie to me." Stephen pinched Yvonne's cheek, his hollow eyes sharp and intimidating. "What's your motive for marrying me?" Yvonne felt a little guilty. "Let go of me." "Answer me first!" Stephen insisted. "You're a grown man, aren’t you? Why are you so difficult to deal with?" As Yvonne struggled, Stephen's fingertips brushed against the scar on her face. His keen sense of touch noted the strange sensation. Subconsciously, he grazed his fingers carefully across her cheek and confirmed that it was a scar, but the texture was unusual. "Your scar…" It was fake. Before Stephen could say those three words, he felt a dull ache at the back of his neck. His vision went black, and he fell into Yvonne's arms. Yvonne tried to hold him up, feeling annoyed. Why did he have to run his hands over her face? She used all her strength to drag Stephen onto the bed and collapsed beside him, panting. After catching her breath, she turned to look at him. She had to admit that he was physically very attractive. It was a pity he was blind—and an unreasonable blind man at that. Come to think of it, it wasn’t out of the ordinary for Stephen to have a short temper. Judging from the situation and his behavior tonight, Stephen had probably lost his status and power overnight after becoming blind. He was now an outcast of the Anderson family that no one cared about. The feeling of being abandoned and looked down upon was all too familiar to Yvonne. Her curiosity was piqued, and she reached out to check Stephen's pulse. After a moment, Yvonne frowned thoughtfully. There really was something strange about his blindness. Since she'd hoped to rely on Stephen to help regain her family’s wealth, she couldn’t let anything untoward happen to him. Just as she made up her mind, Yvonne caught sight of a flickering red light in the upper left corner of the ceiling. There were surveillance cameras installed in Stephen’s bedroom. What underhanded tricks were these elite families capable of? Chapter 3 The next day, Stephen was awakened by a commotion outside. Frowning, he opened his eyes. As expected, he still couldn’t see anything. He shld have stopped hoping for a miracle anyway. Stephen made his way out of bed. The soreness in the back of his neck reminded him that last night wasn't a dream. He gritted his teeth in anger. How dare that woman lay her hands on him? She was looking for trouble! "The Jones family really had the nerve to send such an inappropriate woman to deceive our family. They must've thought that I’m an old lady with one foot in the grave! Send this woman back to where she belongs at once. Tell the Jones that if they don't pay back the money by today, I'll come after them!" Stephen could hear every word coming from the courtyard clearly as the glass door to his balcony was open. It seemed his grandmother, Elizabeth Anderson, had discovered that the Jones family sent an inferior substitute to be Stephen’s wife. Since becoming blind, Stephen had lost all interest in other people and events in the outside world. But strangely, he felt an unexpected desire to witness the humiliation and ridicule the shameless woman would face. Stephen got up and confidently made his way to the balcony, as he was familiar with the layout of his room. When he got there, he heard the woman pleading for mercy. "Madam Elizabeth, please don’t send me back! My stepmother will make me vanish on the earth!" Yvonne grabbed onto Elizabeth’s leg, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Don't try to fool me with your acting! Look at yourself in the mirror and see what a monster you are! You don’t even deserve to step on our property!" Elizabeth gave Yvonne a kick. She'd been utterly shocked when Yvonne appeared this morning and greeted her. When Yvonne started crying, she looked even more horrifying. The intersecting scars on her left cheek looked like centipedes crawling on her skin! Yvonne fell to the ground and wiped her tears. "Madam Elizabeth, as long as you spare my family and I, I'm willing to work like a slave for the Anderson family. I'll never dream of becoming the mistress of the family! I didn't want to help them deceive you, but I had no choice. If I didn't obey their wishes, I would've been horribly tortured! I’m truly innocent!" She cried and sobbed uncontrollably. Stephen’s temples throbbed as he listened in on the conversation. Was this the same woman from last night? He distinctly remembered her as a cheeky and reckless woman. There had been no sign that she was forced into this marriage. Soon, he realized that Yvonne was merely putting on an act. Although her words made it sound like she was on Thomas' side, she was actually shifting the blame to him! "Furthermore, Stephen and I already..." Yvonne buried her face in her hands, as if she were overwhelmed with sorrow. "If you send me back now, what am I to do? My whole life will be ruined!" Everyone present was shocked. Stephen clenched his fists. Everything that came out of this woman's mouth was a lie! Elizabeth was also taken aback by her declaration. It was true. The maids had informed her that Yvonne had stayed in Stephen’s room all night. Since Stephen lost his sight, Elizabeth had been extremely worried about his marriage prospects, hoping that he would at least have a child to continue the bloodline. However, every single woman she brought to Stephen was thrown out of the room without exception. Only this horrid woman had managed to stay the night. Elizabeth furrowed her brows. Did her grandson’s taste in women change after he lost his sight? At this moment, Charles’ second wife, Camille, approached her and said, "Mother, I think this miserable child looks pitiful. Why don't we keep her for a few days?" "No! This matter cannot be left as it is!" Elizabeth immediately rejected the suggestion. "Of course, we can't let Thomas off the hook. We still have to settle things with him." Camille stared at Yvonne and lowered her voice even further as she said, "Maybe she really knows how to take care of Stephen?" Elizabeth wasn’t fond of the idea. She glared at Yvonne as if she wanted to swallow her whole. Yvonne cowered in a corner, trembling like a leaf. "Since she was brought here to be my wife, I'll handle her myself." Stephen’s icy voice drifted from the balcony, interrupting the commotion. Everyone looked up, but Stephen had already turned around and walked back into his room. Elizabeth relented when she heard Stephen’s decision. She waved her hand for the maids to take Yvonne back to Stephen's room. Then she turned to Camille and ordered, "Find out everything about that horrid creature's background." Chapter 4 Returning to Stephen’s room, Yvonne walked straight toward him. There was no hint of pain or sadness on her face. "Thank you for speaking up for me, Stephen," she said. Before Yvonne could react, Stephen pinned her against the wall. Yvonne didn't resist and stared at him with interest. "Have you made up your mind? When can we register our marriage?" Stephen asked sternly, "What do you want?" He was highly guarded and wary of anyone who tried to force their way into his world. Furthermore, Stephen’s gut told him that Yvonne was no simple woman. "If you don't tell me the truth, I can make you disappear from this world without a trace," he threatened. Yvonne knew that she was playing with fire, but she showed no sign of fear. She reached out and touched Stephen’s eyes. "Would you be interested if I told you that I could restore your sight as long as you promised to marry me?" Stephen grabbed Yvonne's hand and asked, "Do you know what happens to those who lie to me?" "If you don’t believe me, give me seven days to prove it to you. During this time, go along with my treatment. After seven days, you can make your decision based on the results. If there's no improvement, you won't need to kick me out. I'll leave on my own," Yvonne said indifferently. Although her thoughtless words sounded reckless, Stephen couldn’t help but want to trust this woman. He considered her proposal for a moment before letting go of her hand. "Give me a reason to believe you." "No problem. I can administer acupuncture on you right now, and you can decide after trying it." Hearing the patter of her footsteps as she walked away and came back, Stephen hesitated for a moment before finally relenting and sitting on a chair. Yvonne smirked when she saw how tense Stephen looked. His whole body was on high alert and ready to spring at any sign of danger. If she made a slight mistake, he might even put her in danger. Last night, after checking his pulse, Yvonne had already decided on a treatment plan and mapped out the acupuncture points in her mind. She placed the acupuncture needles deftly with just the right amount of pressure. Stephen didn't feel any pain. Instead, he felt an inexplicable sense of relaxation wash over him, as if his tensed nerves and muscles had finally loosened up. Regardless of whether it did anything for his blindness, she was obviously quite skilled at acupuncture just based on her technique. As Stephen relaxed his clenched fists, his intimidating demeanor dissipated a little. When Yvonne removed the last needle, Stephen grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward him. "Where did you learn acupuncture?" "When I was a child, I learned it from an old doctor," Yvonne replied simply. Stephen didn't press her further. "Good, I'll give you seven days," Stephen said. "Right." Yvonne smiled confidently. "If I succeed, you'll have to marry me. How about that?" "Why do you want to marry me?" Stephen furrowed his brows. "As part of the deal, you have to give me something in return. At any rate, I won’t cause you any harm." Yvonne stared at Stephen's face. "With a handsome husband like you, I’m getting the long end of the stick." Stephen remained silent. Over the years, he'd tried numerous methods to regain his sight, but most of them had failed. Now that there was a glimmer of hope, he wasn’t going to let it slip by. When she saw that Stephen wasn’t speaking, Yvonne withdrew her hand and said cheekily, "From now on, I'll have to rely on you to protect me." Stephen grunted in displeasure as he got up and walked away. He could wait for seven days; it was nothing to him. However, if this woman dared to joke about his condition, he would definitely make her regret it. Staring at his back, Yvonne's smile faded. The truth was that she needed a marriage certificate to fulfill the condition on her grandfather’s secret will. She would only be able to inherit Miller Jewels, the Miller family’s jewelry business, once she was married. If it weren’t for that, she wouldn’t have gone to such lengths. Upon further reflection, she realized that it would be better to marry Stephen and become a member of the Anderson family instead of marrying just any man. After all, she still needed someone influential to rely on in Northerna City. She had nothing to lose from this deal. Chapter 5 In less than three days, Elizabeth had collected all the available information on Yvonne. Despite the minuscule amount of data, she was infuriated. "The Jones family really didn't take us seriously! That woman isn't merely ill-looking; she didn’t even graduate from high school! She's just an uneducated country girl!" This time, Camille was speechless as well. Yvonne’s background and appearance were truly an insult to the Anderson family’s reputation. Elizabeth slammed the table. "Let’s go right now! Get a few strong men and take that horrid woman with us! We're going to Miller Villa!" Meanwhile, the Jones family at Miller Villa was unaware of the storm that was about to hit. "Thomas, don’t you think that I gave you a good idea? I told you that the Anderson family's blind son wasn’t in a position to pick and choose. No matter who we send to them, they'll accept her willingly." Monica was quite pleased with herself. "I even managed to keep Kayla safe. With her sharp mind and beauty, she'll definitely marry into a good family and support us." Thomas gave her the side-eye but didn't comment. He'd been feeling restless for the past few days. Deep down, he felt that this matter wasn't going to be resolved easily. However, there was still no news from the Anderson family. Could it be that, as Monica said, the Anderson family was willing to swallow this bitter pill? Just as Thomas was starting to feel relieved, it was abruptly shattered by an unexpected guest. Seconds after the housekeeper reported their arrival, Elizabeth and her entourage barged into the living room. She was utterly furious. "Thomas, you’d better give me a good explanation!" Thomas spotted Yvonne being held hostage by the bodyguards, and a chill ran down his spine. He went forward in a hurry. "Old Mrs. Anderson, what’s the meaning of this? Can't we talk this out?" "I have nothing to talk to you about!" Elizabeth waved her hand, and the bodyguards immediately pushed Yvonne forward. Staggering, Yvonne deliberately stumbled on the ground in front of Thomas. She covered her face with her hands, and her shoulders shook as if she were sobbing, but no one could see the suppressed smirk playing on her lips. She'd been looking forward to this for ages! "Thomas, you're really something. Just look at the kind of woman you sent to our family! Are you deliberately trying to insult me?" Elizabeth’s expression was livid. "That’s more than enough. Either you return the betrothal gifts or hand over Kayla to us! Otherwise, I will tear this place down!" Seeing the situation getting out of hand, Monica stepped forward as well. "Old Mrs. Anderson, did Yvonne do anything to offend you? She's still young..." "Bah!" In her anger, Elizabeth couldn’t care less about etiquette. "Don't you dare push the blame onto her. It's obviously you two who deliberately cooked up this plan to mess with my family! Do you really think that I’m a confused old lady who can't tell right from wrong?" "This..." Monica choked on her own saliva and turned to Thomas for help. They couldn't let Elizabeth take Kayla away. Thomas looked hesitant, still clueless about what to say. Elizabeth lost her patience and ordered the bodyguards harshly, "Go, bring Kayla to me!" In no time, two bodyguards brought Kayla to the living room. Kayla was struggling and screamed, "I would rather die than marry that blind man!" Elizabeth gave her a loud slap on the cheek that made Kayla’s head spin. "Who do you think you are? Since your father accepted our betrothal gifts, you now belong to the Anderson family! It seems that your parents failed to bring you up well, so I'll make sure you learn some discipline!" Elizabeth said, shaking with anger. "Even if Stephen's blind, you have no right to complain. With your dismal background, you should be grateful for this golden opportunity to be part of my family!" "Old Mrs. Anderson, let’s be frank now that things have come to this point of no return," Monica sneered sarcastically. "A blind man like Stephen is finally married, and to the only heiress of the Miller family too. They suit each other perfectly. Do you think you're in any position to complain?" Chapter 6 "Monica!" Thomas tried to stop her in dismay. "Very well!" Elizabeth laughed mockingly, clapping her hands. "I can finally see why your daughter's such a spoiled brat. Like mother, like daughter." Elizabeth had been doubtful when Yvonne tearfully told her what had actually happened a few days ago. Yet she was fully convinced now. Monica was not only materialistic but also a cruel and despicable woman. "Men, hold this woman down and slap her so that she knows her place!" Elizabeth ordered, and two bodyguards rushed forward. One held Monica down while the other slapped her ruthlessly. Monica’s screams and the sound of the slaps echoed in the living room while Kayla cried and begged them to stop. Yvonne was secretly enjoying the satisfaction. It was a shame that she couldn’t personally lend a hand in beating Monica up. At this moment, a sedan entered the courtyard. The license plate seemed very familiar to the bodyguards stationed outside. A man stepped out of the car. When the bodyguards saw who it was, they were stunned before quickly running into the living room to report his arrival. "Madam, Mr. Anderson is here." Elizabeth was shocked as she looked at the door incredulously. "Stephen's here?" Stephen hadn't set foot outside since he lost his eyesight. He wouldn't listen to anyone's advice to leave the mansion. Why did he come to Miller Villa today? It was unbelievable! Elizabeth felt like she was in a dream as she watched Stephen walk through the door with a cane in his hand. Everyone in the living room fell silent at Stephen's arrival. They stared at him with widened eyes, afraid to even breathe too loudly. Stephen broke the silence. "Grandma, why did you bring my wife back to her parents' home without telling me?" His question took everyone by surprise. What did he mean? With his dull eyes, Stephen turned left and right, seemingly searching for someone. "Where's Yvonne?" Reading the situation quickly, Yvonne stepped forward and headed straight for Stephen. "Stephen, why did you leave the mansion?" "I woke up from my nap and couldn't find you. When I asked the maids, they told me that you'd gone out with Grandma." Stephen reached out his hand, and Yvonne understood immediately, wrapping her hand around his. The two looked like a newlywed couple, completely enamored with each other. However, the scene was a little too much to take in at first sight for outsiders. They both are inormal... No matter how affectionate they were, it was a strange picture to behold. "Grandma, I’ve brought some gifts for my father- and mother-in-law. Can you help me arrange it?" As Stephen was blind, he had no idea of the chaos that had erupted in the living room just now. His only thought was to take Yvonne home as soon as possible. Yvonne could feel the cold sweat on Stephen’s hand and noticed his anxiety. She turned to Elizabeth and begged, "Grandma, can I go home with Stephen first?" Elizabeth furrowed her brows as she stared at Yvonne. She wasn't pleased with this hideous granddaughter-in-law of hers. However, Stephen had finally left the mansion and appeared in public because of her. In addition, Elizabeth felt somewhat calmer now. The situation had gotten so out of hand that the embarrassment was getting too much to bear. After much hesitation, she waved her hand in resignation and said, "Forget it. You two go back first; I'll handle the rest." Yvonne gave Stephen a helping hand as they walked out, but she came to a halt all of a sudden, as if she remembered something. She turned to Thomas and said in a beseeching tone, "Father, when will you give me my dowry?" It was an item Thomas had promised to return to her after she got married. With Elizabeth around, he couldn’t go back on his word. Hearing this, Thomas' face twisted in anger, but he could only grit his teeth and respond, "Alright, I'll go get it now." Monica knew exactly what Yvonne wanted. Her furious gaze bore into Yvonne, giving her a death stare. That horrible woman deliberately came here to provoke her! Chapter 7 Thomas went to his study and returned with a box made out of redwood. He handed it over to Yvonne. Yvonne smiled and obediently said, "Thank you, Father." Thomas gritted his teeth. "No need to thank me. Just make sure you live happily with Mr. Anderson." In other words, once she took the gift, she should never return home again. Yvonne had no intention of following his wishes. This was only the start of her revenge. She said teasingly, "Don't worry, I'll bring Mr. Anderson home to visit both of you often." Thomas was so mad that his expression became stormy. In the car, Stephen stretched out his hand. "What did you get from your father?" "It’s my late mother’s last masterpiece, a ruby necklace," Yvonne replied. She opened the box. A luxurious and extravagant ruby necklace, Treasured Love, was lying inside. It had finally returned to her after so many years! But when Yvonne remembered that her mother's love for Thomas had inspired the creation of this necklace, she slammed the box shut. Her hatred for Thomas boiled inside her. He didn’t deserve to possess this Treasured Love! It would be an insult and a disservice to such an exquisite necklace! Last year, Yvonne saw a photo of Monica walking the red carpet with the necklace around her neck. The masterpiece caught the attention and focus of major fashion magazines around the world. Just thinking about it made Yvonne grit her teeth with anger. She was determined to take back everything they had stolen from her and pay them back for all their evil deeds! "I hope something so troublesome like this will only occur once. There should be no next time," Stephen warned coldly. Yvonne snapped out of her thoughts and looked at Stephen's hand. Once a person lost their sight, it was inevitable that he would become more vulnerable and anxious in unfamiliar environments. She'd never expected Stephen to show up at Miller Villa. She pursed her lips. "Thank you for coming." Stephen turned his face away and said indifferently, "Don't thank me. I didn’t do it out of the kindness of my heart." If Yvonne had been of no value to him, he couldn’t care less about what would have happened to her. Elizabeth wasn't someone to be trifled with. She threatened the Jones family to behave themselves; otherwise, she would drive them out of Northerna City. Her threat made it crystal clear that the feud between the Anderson family and the Jones family had begun. After seeing Elizabeth off, Thomas turned around and slapped Monica. "This is all your fault! Now that we’ve offended the Andersons, we're doomed!" Monica cried, holding her burning cheek. "Do you think I wanted this to happen? The Anderson family forced our hand! Why should I marry my precious daughter off to a blind man?" Thomas was so furious that he raised his hand to slap her again, but Kayla stopped him. "Dad, Mom did this because of me! If you want to hit someone, hit me!" "Kayla, let him slap me! If he has the guts, he might as well make me vanish on the earth!" Watching them sob in each other's arms, Thomas had nowhere to vent his anger, so he stamped his foot and left in a rage. With tears running down her cheeks, Kayla asked, "Mom, what should we do now?" "Don't be intimidated by your dad's words." Monica wiped away Kayla's tears and comforted her. "Besides, the feud between the Anderson family and the Robinson family has been going on for a long time. Being on bad terms with the Andersons may actually help you marry into the Robinson family." There were four elite families in Northerna City: the Andersons, the Robinsons, the Johnsons, and the Dawsons. Although the Andersons had the most influence, the Robinson family was a close second. Getting into the Robinson family was their true goal. "But..." When Kayla thought of how loving Yvonne and Stephen seemed, she couldn’t help feeling resentful. "If Yvonne truly becomes part of the Anderson family, didn’t we just do her a favor for nothing?" Monica sneered. "My girl, don’t you know who Stephen is? He's known to be a ruthless man. Sooner or later, Yvonne will be planted his hands!" It was rumored that Stephen was merciless to the point that he would even sacrifice his own family, let alone a nobody like Yvonne. | Listen to books | 145 | https://facebook.com/100093148902033 | 0 | LEARN_MORE | 1692514800 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Yvonne Miller sat at the dressing table in her wedding gown. She carefully hid the terrible scar on her left cheek with her bridal veil. That looked much better. Today was supposed to be her big day as she was marrying into the Anderson family. However, the voices outside her door were getting on her nerves. "Mother, will the Anderson family really accept a country girl like her into their family?" "What else can we do? Would you rather marry that blind man?" Kayla Jones frowned and pouted as she looked at her mother, Monica Langley. "No way! A blind man like Stephen is useless to me! I won't ruin my future by marrying him!" Stephen Anderson was not only blind; he was also sickly and needed to take countless medications every day. With his condition, there was no telling how much longer he'd live. Kayla didn't want to be a widow at such a young age. Before Monica could reply, the door opened. Yvonne emerged from her room, giving them a cold glance as she walked past. Although Yvonne’s face was covered by a veil, the frosty look in her eyes sent chills running down Monica's and Kayla’s spines. Yvonne stalked right up to Thomas. "You'd better keep your promise to me," Yvonne muttered as she walked past him and went down the stairs without looking back. Although the villa was named Miller Villa, no one with the last name Miller had lived here for the past ten years. When Yvonne was eight years old, both her mother and grandfather passed away, leaving Yvonne as the Miller family's lone heir. Her father, Thomas Jones, was only a son-in-law who'd married into the family. He'd taken advantage of the Miller family’s wealth before marrying Monica. They had two daughters, Katie and Kayla Jones. For two years after that, Yvonne suffered constant humiliation and torture. Although she was the only daughter of the Miller family, she was treated worse than an animal. To make matters worse, her stepsister, Kayla Jones, had marred her face with a scar. When that incident occurred, Monica concocted a lie to protect Kayla, putting all the blame on Yvonne instead. In a fit of rage, Thomas banished Yvonne to the countryside. For many years, no one cared about her. It wasn't until Kayla was forced to marry Stephen thanks to Thomas owing the Anderson family a large sum of money that they finally remembered Yvonne’s existence. "Get in the car. We don't want to be late," the driver urged impatiently, pulling Yvonne out of her reverie. Yvonne stared at Miller Villa, her lips curving in a mocking smile. One day, she would make them regret the decision they made today. She silently vowed to reclaim everything that belonged to the Miller family. Two hours later, Yvonne arrived at Anderson Mansion, but there was no sign of any preparation for the wedding ceremony. Yvonne followed a maid up to the second floor where they stopped outside a door at the end of the corridor. "Get out!" A roar came from inside the room, startling both Yvonne and the maid. The maid tried to remain calm as she said, "You can go in by yourself." In a blink of an eye, Yvonne found herself alone at the door. Before she'd returned to Northerna City, Yvonne had investigated the Anderson family. Philip Anderson had three sons—Charles, William, and Harry. Stephen was the eldest son of Charles Anderson and Diane Robinson; however, he was the second-eldest among his cousins. Soon after he was born, Stephen's mother passed away, and Charles married a famous actress, Camille Sharpe. In terms of family background, talent, and ability, Stephen blew his peers out of the water. At a young age, he was entrusted with the management of Anderson Group. Alas, he had gone blind due to an accident. If not for his disability, Stephen would've been the most distinguished and revered person in Northerna City, rather than the outcast that everyone shunned. Although their childhood experiences were similar, Stephen was still luckier than her. Yvonne took a deep breath and slowly turned the doorknob in her hand. As soon as the door opened, a vase came flying toward her. Without hesitation, Yvonne dodged, and the flying vase smashed into a thousand tiny pieces behind her. Phew, that was close. The vase had been aimed directly at her face! Was he attempting to blame his own wife? The lights were switched off, and the room was in total darkness. Yvonne could barely make out a blurry figure in the distance. Without thinking twice, she reached out and turned on the light. As the lights came on, Yvonne finally saw her groom for the first time. The man stood more than six feet tall. He had defined features and impeccable bone structure. His jawline was sharp and perfectly contoured. This guy was drop-dead gorgeous! His only flaw was his eyes that were dull and had no shine at all. His pitch-black pupils were like an abyss. Yvonne started to feel a bit sorry for the man, but his next words quickly extinguished her pity. "Marrying a blind man for money—don't you think you're downright despicable?" Chapter 2 When she heard Stephen’s words, Yvonne smirked. "Throwing shade on yourself to mock me, huh? You’re quite ruthless yourself." "You..." Stephen frowned. "Thomas sold you off to pay his debt. Why aren’t you resentful? You even seem to be happy about it. How dumb can you be?" "I heard he owed your family 100 million dollars. I never thought I'd be worth that much myself." Yvonne tiptoed around the mess Stephen had made and smiled at him sweetly. "If I understand what you mean—I’m just a commodity to be sold. Since you wish to return me, you should look for the man who agreed to the deal in the first place. Why are you venting your anger on me?" "You..." Stephen struggled to think of a retort. He could already imagine the smug look on the woman's face. While he was at a loss for words, Yvonne took the opportunity to discuss the matter at hand. "Actually, I'm not Kayla Jones. My name's Yvonne Miller. I'm the daughter Thomas had with his first wife and the heiress of the Miller family. You won't lose out by marrying me. However, I have to warn you that my appearance is far behind your expectations." Taking a breath, Yvonne piped up cheerfully, "But that’s not important anyway! Since I’m not pretty and you're blind, we’re a perfect match. Let’s make the best of things and register our marriage tomorrow." Stephen’s head was spinning because of Yvonne’s constant chattering. He couldn’t believe how shameless this woman was. Seeing that she wasn’t going to budge, Stephen jumped into action. He grabbed Yvonne’s arm and dragged her out, almost tripping on the items he'd thrown on the floor. "I'm telling you the truth. Why won’t you consider it?" Yvonne pleaded. "Shut up!" Stephen roared in anger. "Even though I’m blind, I won’t let a woman dictate my life!" "I'm not trying to dictate your life; I just…" Before Stephen could throw her out, Yvonne found her footing and resisted him. "Stephen, I'm not leaving this room tonight!" "You don't have a choice!" Stephen tried to evict her by force, but Yvonne whirled around and tried to fight back. Unexpectedly, Stephen managed to stop the attack by grabbing her wrist accurately. Having been blind for years, his other senses were heightened, and he'd already learned to gauge his opponent's position and direction of attack by listening to the sound of air movements. Stephen furrowed his brows. "Where did you learn how to fight?" "I don't know what you're talking about." Yvonne played dumb. "I just want to stay here. If you drive me away, I can only go back to the countryside. Besides, Thomas would come after me." "Don’t lie to me." Stephen pinched Yvonne's cheek, his hollow eyes sharp and intimidating. "What's your motive for marrying me?" Yvonne felt a little guilty. "Let go of me." "Answer me first!" Stephen insisted. "You're a grown man, aren’t you? Why are you so difficult to deal with?" As Yvonne struggled, Stephen's fingertips brushed against the scar on her face. His keen sense of touch noted the strange sensation. Subconsciously, he grazed his fingers carefully across her cheek and confirmed that it was a scar, but the texture was unusual. "Your scar…" It was fake. Before Stephen could say those three words, he felt a dull ache at the back of his neck. His vision went black, and he fell into Yvonne's arms. Yvonne tried to hold him up, feeling annoyed. Why did he have to run his hands over her face? She used all her strength to drag Stephen onto the bed and collapsed beside him, panting. After catching her breath, she turned to look at him. She had to admit that he was physically very attractive. It was a pity he was blind—and an unreasonable blind man at that. Come to think of it, it wasn’t out of the ordinary for Stephen to have a short temper. Judging from the situation and his behavior tonight, Stephen had probably lost his status and power overnight after becoming blind. He was now an outcast of the Anderson family that no one cared about. The feeling of being abandoned and looked down upon was all too familiar to Yvonne. Her curiosity was piqued, and she reached out to check Stephen's pulse. After a moment, Yvonne frowned thoughtfully. There really was something strange about his blindness. Since she'd hoped to rely on Stephen to help regain her family’s wealth, she couldn’t let anything untoward happen to him. Just as she made up her mind, Yvonne caught sight of a flickering red light in the upper left corner of the ceiling. There were surveillance cameras installed in Stephen’s bedroom. What underhanded tricks were these elite families capable of? Chapter 3 The next day, Stephen was awakened by a commotion outside. Frowning, he opened his eyes. As expected, he still couldn’t see anything. He shld have stopped hoping for a miracle anyway. Stephen made his way out of bed. The soreness in the back of his neck reminded him that last night wasn't a dream. He gritted his teeth in anger. How dare that woman lay her hands on him? She was looking for trouble! "The Jones family really had the nerve to send such an inappropriate woman to deceive our family. They must've thought that I’m an old lady with one foot in the grave! Send this woman back to where she belongs at once. Tell the Jones that if they don't pay back the money by today, I'll come after them!" Stephen could hear every word coming from the courtyard clearly as the glass door to his balcony was open. It seemed his grandmother, Elizabeth Anderson, had discovered that the Jones family sent an inferior substitute to be Stephen’s wife. Since becoming blind, Stephen had lost all interest in other people and events in the outside world. But strangely, he felt an unexpected desire to witness the humiliation and ridicule the shameless woman would face. Stephen got up and confidently made his way to the balcony, as he was familiar with the layout of his room. When he got there, he heard the woman pleading for mercy. "Madam Elizabeth, please don’t send me back! My stepmother will make me vanish on the earth!" Yvonne grabbed onto Elizabeth’s leg, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Don't try to fool me with your acting! Look at yourself in the mirror and see what a monster you are! You don’t even deserve to step on our property!" Elizabeth gave Yvonne a kick. She'd been utterly shocked when Yvonne appeared this morning and greeted her. When Yvonne started crying, she looked even more horrifying. The intersecting scars on her left cheek looked like centipedes crawling on her skin! Yvonne fell to the ground and wiped her tears. "Madam Elizabeth, as long as you spare my family and I, I'm willing to work like a slave for the Anderson family. I'll never dream of becoming the mistress of the family! I didn't want to help them deceive you, but I had no choice. If I didn't obey their wishes, I would've been horribly tortured! I’m truly innocent!" She cried and sobbed uncontrollably. Stephen’s temples throbbed as he listened in on the conversation. Was this the same woman from last night? He distinctly remembered her as a cheeky and reckless woman. There had been no sign that she was forced into this marriage. Soon, he realized that Yvonne was merely putting on an act. Although her words made it sound like she was on Thomas' side, she was actually shifting the blame to him! "Furthermore, Stephen and I already..." Yvonne buried her face in her hands, as if she were overwhelmed with sorrow. "If you send me back now, what am I to do? My whole life will be ruined!" Everyone present was shocked. Stephen clenched his fists. Everything that came out of this woman's mouth was a lie! Elizabeth was also taken aback by her declaration. It was true. The maids had informed her that Yvonne had stayed in Stephen’s room all night. Since Stephen lost his sight, Elizabeth had been extremely worried about his marriage prospects, hoping that he would at least have a child to continue the bloodline. However, every single woman she brought to Stephen was thrown out of the room without exception. Only this horrid woman had managed to stay the night. Elizabeth furrowed her brows. Did her grandson’s taste in women change after he lost his sight? At this moment, Charles’ second wife, Camille, approached her and said, "Mother, I think this miserable child looks pitiful. Why don't we keep her for a few days?" "No! This matter cannot be left as it is!" Elizabeth immediately rejected the suggestion. "Of course, we can't let Thomas off the hook. We still have to settle things with him." Camille stared at Yvonne and lowered her voice even further as she said, "Maybe she really knows how to take care of Stephen?" Elizabeth wasn’t fond of the idea. She glared at Yvonne as if she wanted to swallow her whole. Yvonne cowered in a corner, trembling like a leaf. "Since she was brought here to be my wife, I'll handle her myself." Stephen’s icy voice drifted from the balcony, interrupting the commotion. Everyone looked up, but Stephen had already turned around and walked back into his room. Elizabeth relented when she heard Stephen’s decision. She waved her hand for the maids to take Yvonne back to Stephen's room. Then she turned to Camille and ordered, "Find out everything about that horrid creature's background." Chapter 4 Returning to Stephen’s room, Yvonne walked straight toward him. There was no hint of pain or sadness on her face. "Thank you for speaking up for me, Stephen," she said. Before Yvonne could react, Stephen pinned her against the wall. Yvonne didn't resist and stared at him with interest. "Have you made up your mind? When can we register our marriage?" Stephen asked sternly, "What do you want?" He was highly guarded and wary of anyone who tried to force their way into his world. Furthermore, Stephen’s gut told him that Yvonne was no simple woman. "If you don't tell me the truth, I can make you disappear from this world without a trace," he threatened. Yvonne knew that she was playing with fire, but she showed no sign of fear. She reached out and touched Stephen’s eyes. "Would you be interested if I told you that I could restore your sight as long as you promised to marry me?" Stephen grabbed Yvonne's hand and asked, "Do you know what happens to those who lie to me?" "If you don’t believe me, give me seven days to prove it to you. During this time, go along with my treatment. After seven days, you can make your decision based on the results. If there's no improvement, you won't need to kick me out. I'll leave on my own," Yvonne said indifferently. Although her thoughtless words sounded reckless, Stephen couldn’t help but want to trust this woman. He considered her proposal for a moment before letting go of her hand. "Give me a reason to believe you." "No problem. I can administer acupuncture on you right now, and you can decide after trying it." Hearing the patter of her footsteps as she walked away and came back, Stephen hesitated for a moment before finally relenting and sitting on a chair. Yvonne smirked when she saw how tense Stephen looked. His whole body was on high alert and ready to spring at any sign of danger. If she made a slight mistake, he might even put her in danger. Last night, after checking his pulse, Yvonne had already decided on a treatment plan and mapped out the acupuncture points in her mind. She placed the acupuncture needles deftly with just the right amount of pressure. Stephen didn't feel any pain. Instead, he felt an inexplicable sense of relaxation wash over him, as if his tensed nerves and muscles had finally loosened up. Regardless of whether it did anything for his blindness, she was obviously quite skilled at acupuncture just based on her technique. As Stephen relaxed his clenched fists, his intimidating demeanor dissipated a little. When Yvonne removed the last needle, Stephen grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward him. "Where did you learn acupuncture?" "When I was a child, I learned it from an old doctor," Yvonne replied simply. Stephen didn't press her further. "Good, I'll give you seven days," Stephen said. "Right." Yvonne smiled confidently. "If I succeed, you'll have to marry me. How about that?" "Why do you want to marry me?" Stephen furrowed his brows. "As part of the deal, you have to give me something in return. At any rate, I won’t cause you any harm." Yvonne stared at Stephen's face. "With a handsome husband like you, I’m getting the long end of the stick." Stephen remained silent. Over the years, he'd tried numerous methods to regain his sight, but most of them had failed. Now that there was a glimmer of hope, he wasn’t going to let it slip by. When she saw that Stephen wasn’t speaking, Yvonne withdrew her hand and said cheekily, "From now on, I'll have to rely on you to protect me." Stephen grunted in displeasure as he got up and walked away. He could wait for seven days; it was nothing to him. However, if this woman dared to joke about his condition, he would definitely make her regret it. Staring at his back, Yvonne's smile faded. The truth was that she needed a marriage certificate to fulfill the condition on her grandfather’s secret will. She would only be able to inherit Miller Jewels, the Miller family’s jewelry business, once she was married. If it weren’t for that, she wouldn’t have gone to such lengths. Upon further reflection, she realized that it would be better to marry Stephen and become a member of the Anderson family instead of marrying just any man. After all, she still needed someone influential to rely on in Northerna City. She had nothing to lose from this deal. Chapter 5 In less than three days, Elizabeth had collected all the available information on Yvonne. Despite the minuscule amount of data, she was infuriated. "The Jones family really didn't take us seriously! That woman isn't merely ill-looking; she didn’t even graduate from high school! She's just an uneducated country girl!" This time, Camille was speechless as well. Yvonne’s background and appearance were truly an insult to the Anderson family’s reputation. Elizabeth slammed the table. "Let’s go right now! Get a few strong men and take that horrid woman with us! We're going to Miller Villa!" Meanwhile, the Jones family at Miller Villa was unaware of the storm that was about to hit. "Thomas, don’t you think that I gave you a good idea? I told you that the Anderson family's blind son wasn’t in a position to pick and choose. No matter who we send to them, they'll accept her willingly." Monica was quite pleased with herself. "I even managed to keep Kayla safe. With her sharp mind and beauty, she'll definitely marry into a good family and support us." Thomas gave her the side-eye but didn't comment. He'd been feeling restless for the past few days. Deep down, he felt that this matter wasn't going to be resolved easily. However, there was still no news from the Anderson family. Could it be that, as Monica said, the Anderson family was willing to swallow this bitter pill? Just as Thomas was starting to feel relieved, it was abruptly shattered by an unexpected guest. Seconds after the housekeeper reported their arrival, Elizabeth and her entourage barged into the living room. She was utterly furious. "Thomas, you’d better give me a good explanation!" Thomas spotted Yvonne being held hostage by the bodyguards, and a chill ran down his spine. He went forward in a hurry. "Old Mrs. Anderson, what’s the meaning of this? Can't we talk this out?" "I have nothing to talk to you about!" Elizabeth waved her hand, and the bodyguards immediately pushed Yvonne forward. Staggering, Yvonne deliberately stumbled on the ground in front of Thomas. She covered her face with her hands, and her shoulders shook as if she were sobbing, but no one could see the suppressed smirk playing on her lips. She'd been looking forward to this for ages! "Thomas, you're really something. Just look at the kind of woman you sent to our family! Are you deliberately trying to insult me?" Elizabeth’s expression was livid. "That’s more than enough. Either you return the betrothal gifts or hand over Kayla to us! Otherwise, I will tear this place down!" Seeing the situation getting out of hand, Monica stepped forward as well. "Old Mrs. Anderson, did Yvonne do anything to offend you? She's still young..." "Bah!" In her anger, Elizabeth couldn’t care less about etiquette. "Don't you dare push the blame onto her. It's obviously you two who deliberately cooked up this plan to mess with my family! Do you really think that I’m a confused old lady who can't tell right from wrong?" "This..." Monica choked on her own saliva and turned to Thomas for help. They couldn't let Elizabeth take Kayla away. Thomas looked hesitant, still clueless about what to say. Elizabeth lost her patience and ordered the bodyguards harshly, "Go, bring Kayla to me!" In no time, two bodyguards brought Kayla to the living room. Kayla was struggling and screamed, "I would rather die than marry that blind man!" Elizabeth gave her a loud slap on the cheek that made Kayla’s head spin. "Who do you think you are? Since your father accepted our betrothal gifts, you now belong to the Anderson family! It seems that your parents failed to bring you up well, so I'll make sure you learn some discipline!" Elizabeth said, shaking with anger. "Even if Stephen's blind, you have no right to complain. With your dismal background, you should be grateful for this golden opportunity to be part of my family!" "Old Mrs. Anderson, let’s be frank now that things have come to this point of no return," Monica sneered sarcastically. "A blind man like Stephen is finally married, and to the only heiress of the Miller family too. They suit each other perfectly. Do you think you're in any position to complain?" Chapter 6 "Monica!" Thomas tried to stop her in dismay. "Very well!" Elizabeth laughed mockingly, clapping her hands. "I can finally see why your daughter's such a spoiled brat. Like mother, like daughter." Elizabeth had been doubtful when Yvonne tearfully told her what had actually happened a few days ago. Yet she was fully convinced now. Monica was not only materialistic but also a cruel and despicable woman. "Men, hold this woman down and slap her so that she knows her place!" Elizabeth ordered, and two bodyguards rushed forward. One held Monica down while the other slapped her ruthlessly. Monica’s screams and the sound of the slaps echoed in the living room while Kayla cried and begged them to stop. Yvonne was secretly enjoying the satisfaction. It was a shame that she couldn’t personally lend a hand in beating Monica up. At this moment, a sedan entered the courtyard. The license plate seemed very familiar to the bodyguards stationed outside. A man stepped out of the car. When the bodyguards saw who it was, they were stunned before quickly running into the living room to report his arrival. "Madam, Mr. Anderson is here." Elizabeth was shocked as she looked at the door incredulously. "Stephen's here?" Stephen hadn't set foot outside since he lost his eyesight. He wouldn't listen to anyone's advice to leave the mansion. Why did he come to Miller Villa today? It was unbelievable! Elizabeth felt like she was in a dream as she watched Stephen walk through the door with a cane in his hand. Everyone in the living room fell silent at Stephen's arrival. They stared at him with widened eyes, afraid to even breathe too loudly. Stephen broke the silence. "Grandma, why did you bring my wife back to her parents' home without telling me?" His question took everyone by surprise. What did he mean? With his dull eyes, Stephen turned left and right, seemingly searching for someone. "Where's Yvonne?" Reading the situation quickly, Yvonne stepped forward and headed straight for Stephen. "Stephen, why did you leave the mansion?" "I woke up from my nap and couldn't find you. When I asked the maids, they told me that you'd gone out with Grandma." Stephen reached out his hand, and Yvonne understood immediately, wrapping her hand around his. The two looked like a newlywed couple, completely enamored with each other. However, the scene was a little too much to take in at first sight for outsiders. They both are inormal... No matter how affectionate they were, it was a strange picture to behold. "Grandma, I’ve brought some gifts for my father- and mother-in-law. Can you help me arrange it?" As Stephen was blind, he had no idea of the chaos that had erupted in the living room just now. His only thought was to take Yvonne home as soon as possible. Yvonne could feel the cold sweat on Stephen’s hand and noticed his anxiety. She turned to Elizabeth and begged, "Grandma, can I go home with Stephen first?" Elizabeth furrowed her brows as she stared at Yvonne. She wasn't pleased with this hideous granddaughter-in-law of hers. However, Stephen had finally left the mansion and appeared in public because of her. In addition, Elizabeth felt somewhat calmer now. The situation had gotten so out of hand that the embarrassment was getting too much to bear. After much hesitation, she waved her hand in resignation and said, "Forget it. You two go back first; I'll handle the rest." Yvonne gave Stephen a helping hand as they walked out, but she came to a halt all of a sudden, as if she remembered something. She turned to Thomas and said in a beseeching tone, "Father, when will you give me my dowry?" It was an item Thomas had promised to return to her after she got married. With Elizabeth around, he couldn’t go back on his word. Hearing this, Thomas' face twisted in anger, but he could only grit his teeth and respond, "Alright, I'll go get it now." Monica knew exactly what Yvonne wanted. Her furious gaze bore into Yvonne, giving her a death stare. That horrible woman deliberately came here to provoke her! Chapter 7 Thomas went to his study and returned with a box made out of redwood. He handed it over to Yvonne. Yvonne smiled and obediently said, "Thank you, Father." Thomas gritted his teeth. "No need to thank me. Just make sure you live happily with Mr. Anderson." In other words, once she took the gift, she should never return home again. Yvonne had no intention of following his wishes. This was only the start of her revenge. She said teasingly, "Don't worry, I'll bring Mr. Anderson home to visit both of you often." Thomas was so mad that his expression became stormy. In the car, Stephen stretched out his hand. "What did you get from your father?" "It’s my late mother’s last masterpiece, a ruby necklace," Yvonne replied. She opened the box. A luxurious and extravagant ruby necklace, Treasured Love, was lying inside. It had finally returned to her after so many years! But when Yvonne remembered that her mother's love for Thomas had inspired the creation of this necklace, she slammed the box shut. Her hatred for Thomas boiled inside her. He didn’t deserve to possess this Treasured Love! It would be an insult and a disservice to such an exquisite necklace! Last year, Yvonne saw a photo of Monica walking the red carpet with the necklace around her neck. The masterpiece caught the attention and focus of major fashion magazines around the world. Just thinking about it made Yvonne grit her teeth with anger. She was determined to take back everything they had stolen from her and pay them back for all their evil deeds! "I hope something so troublesome like this will only occur once. There should be no next time," Stephen warned coldly. Yvonne snapped out of her thoughts and looked at Stephen's hand. Once a person lost their sight, it was inevitable that he would become more vulnerable and anxious in unfamiliar environments. She'd never expected Stephen to show up at Miller Villa. She pursed her lips. "Thank you for coming." Stephen turned his face away and said indifferently, "Don't thank me. I didn’t do it out of the kindness of my heart." If Yvonne had been of no value to him, he couldn’t care less about what would have happened to her. Elizabeth wasn't someone to be trifled with. She threatened the Jones family to behave themselves; otherwise, she would drive them out of Northerna City. Her threat made it crystal clear that the feud between the Anderson family and the Jones family had begun. After seeing Elizabeth off, Thomas turned around and slapped Monica. "This is all your fault! Now that we’ve offended the Andersons, we're doomed!" Monica cried, holding her burning cheek. "Do you think I wanted this to happen? The Anderson family forced our hand! Why should I marry my precious daughter off to a blind man?" Thomas was so furious that he raised his hand to slap her again, but Kayla stopped him. "Dad, Mom did this because of me! If you want to hit someone, hit me!" "Kayla, let him slap me! If he has the guts, he might as well make me vanish on the earth!" Watching them sob in each other's arms, Thomas had nowhere to vent his anger, so he stamped his foot and left in a rage. With tears running down her cheeks, Kayla asked, "Mom, what should we do now?" "Don't be intimidated by your dad's words." Monica wiped away Kayla's tears and comforted her. "Besides, the feud between the Anderson family and the Robinson family has been going on for a long time. Being on bad terms with the Andersons may actually help you marry into the Robinson family." There were four elite families in Northerna City: the Andersons, the Robinsons, the Johnsons, and the Dawsons. Although the Andersons had the most influence, the Robinson family was a close second. Getting into the Robinson family was their true goal. "But..." When Kayla thought of how loving Yvonne and Stephen seemed, she couldn’t help feeling resentful. "If Yvonne truly becomes part of the Anderson family, didn’t we just do her a favor for nothing?" Monica sneered. "My girl, don’t you know who Stephen is? He's known to be a ruthless man. Sooner or later, Yvonne will be planted his hands!" It was rumored that Stephen was merciless to the point that he would even sacrifice his own family, let alone a nobody like Yvonne. | Listen to books | 145 | https://facebook.com/100093148902033 | 0 | LEARN_MORE | 1692514800 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Yvonne Miller sat at the dressing table in her wedding gown. She carefully hid the terrible scar on her left cheek with her bridal veil. That looked much better. Today was supposed to be her big day as she was marrying into the Anderson family. However, the voices outside her door were getting on her nerves. "Mother, will the Anderson family really accept a country girl like her into their family?" "What else can we do? Would you rather marry that blind man?" Kayla Jones frowned and pouted as she looked at her mother, Monica Langley. "No way! A blind man like Stephen is useless to me! I won't ruin my future by marrying him!" Stephen Anderson was not only blind; he was also sickly and needed to take countless medications every day. With his condition, there was no telling how much longer he'd live. Kayla didn't want to be a widow at such a young age. Before Monica could reply, the door opened. Yvonne emerged from her room, giving them a cold glance as she walked past. Although Yvonne’s face was covered by a veil, the frosty look in her eyes sent chills running down Monica's and Kayla’s spines. Yvonne stalked right up to Thomas. "You'd better keep your promise to me," Yvonne muttered as she walked past him and went down the stairs without looking back. Although the villa was named Miller Villa, no one with the last name Miller had lived here for the past ten years. When Yvonne was eight years old, both her mother and grandfather passed away, leaving Yvonne as the Miller family's lone heir. Her father, Thomas Jones, was only a son-in-law who'd married into the family. He'd taken advantage of the Miller family’s wealth before marrying Monica. They had two daughters, Katie and Kayla Jones. For two years after that, Yvonne suffered constant humiliation and torture. Although she was the only daughter of the Miller family, she was treated worse than an animal. To make matters worse, her stepsister, Kayla Jones, had marred her face with a scar. When that incident occurred, Monica concocted a lie to protect Kayla, putting all the blame on Yvonne instead. In a fit of rage, Thomas banished Yvonne to the countryside. For many years, no one cared about her. It wasn't until Kayla was forced to marry Stephen thanks to Thomas owing the Anderson family a large sum of money that they finally remembered Yvonne’s existence. "Get in the car. We don't want to be late," the driver urged impatiently, pulling Yvonne out of her reverie. Yvonne stared at Miller Villa, her lips curving in a mocking smile. One day, she would make them regret the decision they made today. She silently vowed to reclaim everything that belonged to the Miller family. Two hours later, Yvonne arrived at Anderson Mansion, but there was no sign of any preparation for the wedding ceremony. Yvonne followed a maid up to the second floor where they stopped outside a door at the end of the corridor. "Get out!" A roar came from inside the room, startling both Yvonne and the maid. The maid tried to remain calm as she said, "You can go in by yourself." In a blink of an eye, Yvonne found herself alone at the door. Before she'd returned to Northerna City, Yvonne had investigated the Anderson family. Philip Anderson had three sons—Charles, William, and Harry. Stephen was the eldest son of Charles Anderson and Diane Robinson; however, he was the second-eldest among his cousins. Soon after he was born, Stephen's mother passed away, and Charles married a famous actress, Camille Sharpe. In terms of family background, talent, and ability, Stephen blew his peers out of the water. At a young age, he was entrusted with the management of Anderson Group. Alas, he had gone blind due to an accident. If not for his disability, Stephen would've been the most distinguished and revered person in Northerna City, rather than the outcast that everyone shunned. Although their childhood experiences were similar, Stephen was still luckier than her. Yvonne took a deep breath and slowly turned the doorknob in her hand. As soon as the door opened, a vase came flying toward her. Without hesitation, Yvonne dodged, and the flying vase smashed into a thousand tiny pieces behind her. Phew, that was close. The vase had been aimed directly at her face! Was he attempting to blame his own wife? The lights were switched off, and the room was in total darkness. Yvonne could barely make out a blurry figure in the distance. Without thinking twice, she reached out and turned on the light. As the lights came on, Yvonne finally saw her groom for the first time. The man stood more than six feet tall. He had defined features and impeccable bone structure. His jawline was sharp and perfectly contoured. This guy was drop-dead gorgeous! His only flaw was his eyes that were dull and had no shine at all. His pitch-black pupils were like an abyss. Yvonne started to feel a bit sorry for the man, but his next words quickly extinguished her pity. "Marrying a blind man for money—don't you think you're downright despicable?" Chapter 2 When she heard Stephen’s words, Yvonne smirked. "Throwing shade on yourself to mock me, huh? You’re quite ruthless yourself." "You..." Stephen frowned. "Thomas sold you off to pay his debt. Why aren’t you resentful? You even seem to be happy about it. How dumb can you be?" "I heard he owed your family 100 million dollars. I never thought I'd be worth that much myself." Yvonne tiptoed around the mess Stephen had made and smiled at him sweetly. "If I understand what you mean—I’m just a commodity to be sold. Since you wish to return me, you should look for the man who agreed to the deal in the first place. Why are you venting your anger on me?" "You..." Stephen struggled to think of a retort. He could already imagine the smug look on the woman's face. While he was at a loss for words, Yvonne took the opportunity to discuss the matter at hand. "Actually, I'm not Kayla Jones. My name's Yvonne Miller. I'm the daughter Thomas had with his first wife and the heiress of the Miller family. You won't lose out by marrying me. However, I have to warn you that my appearance is far behind your expectations." Taking a breath, Yvonne piped up cheerfully, "But that’s not important anyway! Since I’m not pretty and you're blind, we’re a perfect match. Let’s make the best of things and register our marriage tomorrow." Stephen’s head was spinning because of Yvonne’s constant chattering. He couldn’t believe how shameless this woman was. Seeing that she wasn’t going to budge, Stephen jumped into action. He grabbed Yvonne’s arm and dragged her out, almost tripping on the items he'd thrown on the floor. "I'm telling you the truth. Why won’t you consider it?" Yvonne pleaded. "Shut up!" Stephen roared in anger. "Even though I’m blind, I won’t let a woman dictate my life!" "I'm not trying to dictate your life; I just…" Before Stephen could throw her out, Yvonne found her footing and resisted him. "Stephen, I'm not leaving this room tonight!" "You don't have a choice!" Stephen tried to evict her by force, but Yvonne whirled around and tried to fight back. Unexpectedly, Stephen managed to stop the attack by grabbing her wrist accurately. Having been blind for years, his other senses were heightened, and he'd already learned to gauge his opponent's position and direction of attack by listening to the sound of air movements. Stephen furrowed his brows. "Where did you learn how to fight?" "I don't know what you're talking about." Yvonne played dumb. "I just want to stay here. If you drive me away, I can only go back to the countryside. Besides, Thomas would come after me." "Don’t lie to me." Stephen pinched Yvonne's cheek, his hollow eyes sharp and intimidating. "What's your motive for marrying me?" Yvonne felt a little guilty. "Let go of me." "Answer me first!" Stephen insisted. "You're a grown man, aren’t you? Why are you so difficult to deal with?" As Yvonne struggled, Stephen's fingertips brushed against the scar on her face. His keen sense of touch noted the strange sensation. Subconsciously, he grazed his fingers carefully across her cheek and confirmed that it was a scar, but the texture was unusual. "Your scar…" It was fake. Before Stephen could say those three words, he felt a dull ache at the back of his neck. His vision went black, and he fell into Yvonne's arms. Yvonne tried to hold him up, feeling annoyed. Why did he have to run his hands over her face? She used all her strength to drag Stephen onto the bed and collapsed beside him, panting. After catching her breath, she turned to look at him. She had to admit that he was physically very attractive. It was a pity he was blind—and an unreasonable blind man at that. Come to think of it, it wasn’t out of the ordinary for Stephen to have a short temper. Judging from the situation and his behavior tonight, Stephen had probably lost his status and power overnight after becoming blind. He was now an outcast of the Anderson family that no one cared about. The feeling of being abandoned and looked down upon was all too familiar to Yvonne. Her curiosity was piqued, and she reached out to check Stephen's pulse. After a moment, Yvonne frowned thoughtfully. There really was something strange about his blindness. Since she'd hoped to rely on Stephen to help regain her family’s wealth, she couldn’t let anything untoward happen to him. Just as she made up her mind, Yvonne caught sight of a flickering red light in the upper left corner of the ceiling. There were surveillance cameras installed in Stephen’s bedroom. What underhanded tricks were these elite families capable of? Chapter 3 The next day, Stephen was awakened by a commotion outside. Frowning, he opened his eyes. As expected, he still couldn’t see anything. He shld have stopped hoping for a miracle anyway. Stephen made his way out of bed. The soreness in the back of his neck reminded him that last night wasn't a dream. He gritted his teeth in anger. How dare that woman lay her hands on him? She was looking for trouble! "The Jones family really had the nerve to send such an inappropriate woman to deceive our family. They must've thought that I’m an old lady with one foot in the grave! Send this woman back to where she belongs at once. Tell the Jones that if they don't pay back the money by today, I'll come after them!" Stephen could hear every word coming from the courtyard clearly as the glass door to his balcony was open. It seemed his grandmother, Elizabeth Anderson, had discovered that the Jones family sent an inferior substitute to be Stephen’s wife. Since becoming blind, Stephen had lost all interest in other people and events in the outside world. But strangely, he felt an unexpected desire to witness the humiliation and ridicule the shameless woman would face. Stephen got up and confidently made his way to the balcony, as he was familiar with the layout of his room. When he got there, he heard the woman pleading for mercy. "Madam Elizabeth, please don’t send me back! My stepmother will make me vanish on the earth!" Yvonne grabbed onto Elizabeth’s leg, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Don't try to fool me with your acting! Look at yourself in the mirror and see what a monster you are! You don’t even deserve to step on our property!" Elizabeth gave Yvonne a kick. She'd been utterly shocked when Yvonne appeared this morning and greeted her. When Yvonne started crying, she looked even more horrifying. The intersecting scars on her left cheek looked like centipedes crawling on her skin! Yvonne fell to the ground and wiped her tears. "Madam Elizabeth, as long as you spare my family and I, I'm willing to work like a slave for the Anderson family. I'll never dream of becoming the mistress of the family! I didn't want to help them deceive you, but I had no choice. If I didn't obey their wishes, I would've been horribly tortured! I’m truly innocent!" She cried and sobbed uncontrollably. Stephen’s temples throbbed as he listened in on the conversation. Was this the same woman from last night? He distinctly remembered her as a cheeky and reckless woman. There had been no sign that she was forced into this marriage. Soon, he realized that Yvonne was merely putting on an act. Although her words made it sound like she was on Thomas' side, she was actually shifting the blame to him! "Furthermore, Stephen and I already..." Yvonne buried her face in her hands, as if she were overwhelmed with sorrow. "If you send me back now, what am I to do? My whole life will be ruined!" Everyone present was shocked. Stephen clenched his fists. Everything that came out of this woman's mouth was a lie! Elizabeth was also taken aback by her declaration. It was true. The maids had informed her that Yvonne had stayed in Stephen’s room all night. Since Stephen lost his sight, Elizabeth had been extremely worried about his marriage prospects, hoping that he would at least have a child to continue the bloodline. However, every single woman she brought to Stephen was thrown out of the room without exception. Only this horrid woman had managed to stay the night. Elizabeth furrowed her brows. Did her grandson’s taste in women change after he lost his sight? At this moment, Charles’ second wife, Camille, approached her and said, "Mother, I think this miserable child looks pitiful. Why don't we keep her for a few days?" "No! This matter cannot be left as it is!" Elizabeth immediately rejected the suggestion. "Of course, we can't let Thomas off the hook. We still have to settle things with him." Camille stared at Yvonne and lowered her voice even further as she said, "Maybe she really knows how to take care of Stephen?" Elizabeth wasn’t fond of the idea. She glared at Yvonne as if she wanted to swallow her whole. Yvonne cowered in a corner, trembling like a leaf. "Since she was brought here to be my wife, I'll handle her myself." Stephen’s icy voice drifted from the balcony, interrupting the commotion. Everyone looked up, but Stephen had already turned around and walked back into his room. Elizabeth relented when she heard Stephen’s decision. She waved her hand for the maids to take Yvonne back to Stephen's room. Then she turned to Camille and ordered, "Find out everything about that horrid creature's background." Chapter 4 Returning to Stephen’s room, Yvonne walked straight toward him. There was no hint of pain or sadness on her face. "Thank you for speaking up for me, Stephen," she said. Before Yvonne could react, Stephen pinned her against the wall. Yvonne didn't resist and stared at him with interest. "Have you made up your mind? When can we register our marriage?" Stephen asked sternly, "What do you want?" He was highly guarded and wary of anyone who tried to force their way into his world. Furthermore, Stephen’s gut told him that Yvonne was no simple woman. "If you don't tell me the truth, I can make you disappear from this world without a trace," he threatened. Yvonne knew that she was playing with fire, but she showed no sign of fear. She reached out and touched Stephen’s eyes. "Would you be interested if I told you that I could restore your sight as long as you promised to marry me?" Stephen grabbed Yvonne's hand and asked, "Do you know what happens to those who lie to me?" "If you don’t believe me, give me seven days to prove it to you. During this time, go along with my treatment. After seven days, you can make your decision based on the results. If there's no improvement, you won't need to kick me out. I'll leave on my own," Yvonne said indifferently. Although her thoughtless words sounded reckless, Stephen couldn’t help but want to trust this woman. He considered her proposal for a moment before letting go of her hand. "Give me a reason to believe you." "No problem. I can administer acupuncture on you right now, and you can decide after trying it." Hearing the patter of her footsteps as she walked away and came back, Stephen hesitated for a moment before finally relenting and sitting on a chair. Yvonne smirked when she saw how tense Stephen looked. His whole body was on high alert and ready to spring at any sign of danger. If she made a slight mistake, he might even put her in danger. Last night, after checking his pulse, Yvonne had already decided on a treatment plan and mapped out the acupuncture points in her mind. She placed the acupuncture needles deftly with just the right amount of pressure. Stephen didn't feel any pain. Instead, he felt an inexplicable sense of relaxation wash over him, as if his tensed nerves and muscles had finally loosened up. Regardless of whether it did anything for his blindness, she was obviously quite skilled at acupuncture just based on her technique. As Stephen relaxed his clenched fists, his intimidating demeanor dissipated a little. When Yvonne removed the last needle, Stephen grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward him. "Where did you learn acupuncture?" "When I was a child, I learned it from an old doctor," Yvonne replied simply. Stephen didn't press her further. "Good, I'll give you seven days," Stephen said. "Right." Yvonne smiled confidently. "If I succeed, you'll have to marry me. How about that?" "Why do you want to marry me?" Stephen furrowed his brows. "As part of the deal, you have to give me something in return. At any rate, I won’t cause you any harm." Yvonne stared at Stephen's face. "With a handsome husband like you, I’m getting the long end of the stick." Stephen remained silent. Over the years, he'd tried numerous methods to regain his sight, but most of them had failed. Now that there was a glimmer of hope, he wasn’t going to let it slip by. When she saw that Stephen wasn’t speaking, Yvonne withdrew her hand and said cheekily, "From now on, I'll have to rely on you to protect me." Stephen grunted in displeasure as he got up and walked away. He could wait for seven days; it was nothing to him. However, if this woman dared to joke about his condition, he would definitely make her regret it. Staring at his back, Yvonne's smile faded. The truth was that she needed a marriage certificate to fulfill the condition on her grandfather’s secret will. She would only be able to inherit Miller Jewels, the Miller family’s jewelry business, once she was married. If it weren’t for that, she wouldn’t have gone to such lengths. Upon further reflection, she realized that it would be better to marry Stephen and become a member of the Anderson family instead of marrying just any man. After all, she still needed someone influential to rely on in Northerna City. She had nothing to lose from this deal. Chapter 5 In less than three days, Elizabeth had collected all the available information on Yvonne. Despite the minuscule amount of data, she was infuriated. "The Jones family really didn't take us seriously! That woman isn't merely ill-looking; she didn’t even graduate from high school! She's just an uneducated country girl!" This time, Camille was speechless as well. Yvonne’s background and appearance were truly an insult to the Anderson family’s reputation. Elizabeth slammed the table. "Let’s go right now! Get a few strong men and take that horrid woman with us! We're going to Miller Villa!" Meanwhile, the Jones family at Miller Villa was unaware of the storm that was about to hit. "Thomas, don’t you think that I gave you a good idea? I told you that the Anderson family's blind son wasn’t in a position to pick and choose. No matter who we send to them, they'll accept her willingly." Monica was quite pleased with herself. "I even managed to keep Kayla safe. With her sharp mind and beauty, she'll definitely marry into a good family and support us." Thomas gave her the side-eye but didn't comment. He'd been feeling restless for the past few days. Deep down, he felt that this matter wasn't going to be resolved easily. However, there was still no news from the Anderson family. Could it be that, as Monica said, the Anderson family was willing to swallow this bitter pill? Just as Thomas was starting to feel relieved, it was abruptly shattered by an unexpected guest. Seconds after the housekeeper reported their arrival, Elizabeth and her entourage barged into the living room. She was utterly furious. "Thomas, you’d better give me a good explanation!" Thomas spotted Yvonne being held hostage by the bodyguards, and a chill ran down his spine. He went forward in a hurry. "Old Mrs. Anderson, what’s the meaning of this? Can't we talk this out?" "I have nothing to talk to you about!" Elizabeth waved her hand, and the bodyguards immediately pushed Yvonne forward. Staggering, Yvonne deliberately stumbled on the ground in front of Thomas. She covered her face with her hands, and her shoulders shook as if she were sobbing, but no one could see the suppressed smirk playing on her lips. She'd been looking forward to this for ages! "Thomas, you're really something. Just look at the kind of woman you sent to our family! Are you deliberately trying to insult me?" Elizabeth’s expression was livid. "That’s more than enough. Either you return the betrothal gifts or hand over Kayla to us! Otherwise, I will tear this place down!" Seeing the situation getting out of hand, Monica stepped forward as well. "Old Mrs. Anderson, did Yvonne do anything to offend you? She's still young..." "Bah!" In her anger, Elizabeth couldn’t care less about etiquette. "Don't you dare push the blame onto her. It's obviously you two who deliberately cooked up this plan to mess with my family! Do you really think that I’m a confused old lady who can't tell right from wrong?" "This..." Monica choked on her own saliva and turned to Thomas for help. They couldn't let Elizabeth take Kayla away. Thomas looked hesitant, still clueless about what to say. Elizabeth lost her patience and ordered the bodyguards harshly, "Go, bring Kayla to me!" In no time, two bodyguards brought Kayla to the living room. Kayla was struggling and screamed, "I would rather die than marry that blind man!" Elizabeth gave her a loud slap on the cheek that made Kayla’s head spin. "Who do you think you are? Since your father accepted our betrothal gifts, you now belong to the Anderson family! It seems that your parents failed to bring you up well, so I'll make sure you learn some discipline!" Elizabeth said, shaking with anger. "Even if Stephen's blind, you have no right to complain. With your dismal background, you should be grateful for this golden opportunity to be part of my family!" "Old Mrs. Anderson, let’s be frank now that things have come to this point of no return," Monica sneered sarcastically. "A blind man like Stephen is finally married, and to the only heiress of the Miller family too. They suit each other perfectly. Do you think you're in any position to complain?" Chapter 6 "Monica!" Thomas tried to stop her in dismay. "Very well!" Elizabeth laughed mockingly, clapping her hands. "I can finally see why your daughter's such a spoiled brat. Like mother, like daughter." Elizabeth had been doubtful when Yvonne tearfully told her what had actually happened a few days ago. Yet she was fully convinced now. Monica was not only materialistic but also a cruel and despicable woman. "Men, hold this woman down and slap her so that she knows her place!" Elizabeth ordered, and two bodyguards rushed forward. One held Monica down while the other slapped her ruthlessly. Monica’s screams and the sound of the slaps echoed in the living room while Kayla cried and begged them to stop. Yvonne was secretly enjoying the satisfaction. It was a shame that she couldn’t personally lend a hand in beating Monica up. At this moment, a sedan entered the courtyard. The license plate seemed very familiar to the bodyguards stationed outside. A man stepped out of the car. When the bodyguards saw who it was, they were stunned before quickly running into the living room to report his arrival. "Madam, Mr. Anderson is here." Elizabeth was shocked as she looked at the door incredulously. "Stephen's here?" Stephen hadn't set foot outside since he lost his eyesight. He wouldn't listen to anyone's advice to leave the mansion. Why did he come to Miller Villa today? It was unbelievable! Elizabeth felt like she was in a dream as she watched Stephen walk through the door with a cane in his hand. Everyone in the living room fell silent at Stephen's arrival. They stared at him with widened eyes, afraid to even breathe too loudly. Stephen broke the silence. "Grandma, why did you bring my wife back to her parents' home without telling me?" His question took everyone by surprise. What did he mean? With his dull eyes, Stephen turned left and right, seemingly searching for someone. "Where's Yvonne?" Reading the situation quickly, Yvonne stepped forward and headed straight for Stephen. "Stephen, why did you leave the mansion?" "I woke up from my nap and couldn't find you. When I asked the maids, they told me that you'd gone out with Grandma." Stephen reached out his hand, and Yvonne understood immediately, wrapping her hand around his. The two looked like a newlywed couple, completely enamored with each other. However, the scene was a little too much to take in at first sight for outsiders. They both are inormal... No matter how affectionate they were, it was a strange picture to behold. "Grandma, I’ve brought some gifts for my father- and mother-in-law. Can you help me arrange it?" As Stephen was blind, he had no idea of the chaos that had erupted in the living room just now. His only thought was to take Yvonne home as soon as possible. Yvonne could feel the cold sweat on Stephen’s hand and noticed his anxiety. She turned to Elizabeth and begged, "Grandma, can I go home with Stephen first?" Elizabeth furrowed her brows as she stared at Yvonne. She wasn't pleased with this hideous granddaughter-in-law of hers. However, Stephen had finally left the mansion and appeared in public because of her. In addition, Elizabeth felt somewhat calmer now. The situation had gotten so out of hand that the embarrassment was getting too much to bear. After much hesitation, she waved her hand in resignation and said, "Forget it. You two go back first; I'll handle the rest." Yvonne gave Stephen a helping hand as they walked out, but she came to a halt all of a sudden, as if she remembered something. She turned to Thomas and said in a beseeching tone, "Father, when will you give me my dowry?" It was an item Thomas had promised to return to her after she got married. With Elizabeth around, he couldn’t go back on his word. Hearing this, Thomas' face twisted in anger, but he could only grit his teeth and respond, "Alright, I'll go get it now." Monica knew exactly what Yvonne wanted. Her furious gaze bore into Yvonne, giving her a death stare. That horrible woman deliberately came here to provoke her! Chapter 7 Thomas went to his study and returned with a box made out of redwood. He handed it over to Yvonne. Yvonne smiled and obediently said, "Thank you, Father." Thomas gritted his teeth. "No need to thank me. Just make sure you live happily with Mr. Anderson." In other words, once she took the gift, she should never return home again. Yvonne had no intention of following his wishes. This was only the start of her revenge. She said teasingly, "Don't worry, I'll bring Mr. Anderson home to visit both of you often." Thomas was so mad that his expression became stormy. In the car, Stephen stretched out his hand. "What did you get from your father?" "It’s my late mother’s last masterpiece, a ruby necklace," Yvonne replied. She opened the box. A luxurious and extravagant ruby necklace, Treasured Love, was lying inside. It had finally returned to her after so many years! But when Yvonne remembered that her mother's love for Thomas had inspired the creation of this necklace, she slammed the box shut. Her hatred for Thomas boiled inside her. He didn’t deserve to possess this Treasured Love! It would be an insult and a disservice to such an exquisite necklace! Last year, Yvonne saw a photo of Monica walking the red carpet with the necklace around her neck. The masterpiece caught the attention and focus of major fashion magazines around the world. Just thinking about it made Yvonne grit her teeth with anger. She was determined to take back everything they had stolen from her and pay them back for all their evil deeds! "I hope something so troublesome like this will only occur once. There should be no next time," Stephen warned coldly. Yvonne snapped out of her thoughts and looked at Stephen's hand. Once a person lost their sight, it was inevitable that he would become more vulnerable and anxious in unfamiliar environments. She'd never expected Stephen to show up at Miller Villa. She pursed her lips. "Thank you for coming." Stephen turned his face away and said indifferently, "Don't thank me. I didn’t do it out of the kindness of my heart." If Yvonne had been of no value to him, he couldn’t care less about what would have happened to her. Elizabeth wasn't someone to be trifled with. She threatened the Jones family to behave themselves; otherwise, she would drive them out of Northerna City. Her threat made it crystal clear that the feud between the Anderson family and the Jones family had begun. After seeing Elizabeth off, Thomas turned around and slapped Monica. "This is all your fault! Now that we’ve offended the Andersons, we're doomed!" Monica cried, holding her burning cheek. "Do you think I wanted this to happen? The Anderson family forced our hand! Why should I marry my precious daughter off to a blind man?" Thomas was so furious that he raised his hand to slap her again, but Kayla stopped him. "Dad, Mom did this because of me! If you want to hit someone, hit me!" "Kayla, let him slap me! If he has the guts, he might as well make me vanish on the earth!" Watching them sob in each other's arms, Thomas had nowhere to vent his anger, so he stamped his foot and left in a rage. With tears running down her cheeks, Kayla asked, "Mom, what should we do now?" "Don't be intimidated by your dad's words." Monica wiped away Kayla's tears and comforted her. "Besides, the feud between the Anderson family and the Robinson family has been going on for a long time. Being on bad terms with the Andersons may actually help you marry into the Robinson family." There were four elite families in Northerna City: the Andersons, the Robinsons, the Johnsons, and the Dawsons. Although the Andersons had the most influence, the Robinson family was a close second. Getting into the Robinson family was their true goal. "But..." When Kayla thought of how loving Yvonne and Stephen seemed, she couldn’t help feeling resentful. "If Yvonne truly becomes part of the Anderson family, didn’t we just do her a favor for nothing?" Monica sneered. "My girl, don’t you know who Stephen is? He's known to be a ruthless man. Sooner or later, Yvonne will be planted his hands!" It was rumored that Stephen was merciless to the point that he would even sacrifice his own family, let alone a nobody like Yvonne. | Listen to books | 145 | https://facebook.com/100093148902033 | 0 | LEARN_MORE | 1692514800 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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You never play with girls more than once. You should be thanking me because I’m just making it easy for you.” “Is that what you really think of me?” Enzo asked. He didn’t try to hide his voice at all. For some reason, I felt more confident confronting him now. “Everyone knows you’re a player who only has fun with girls once before moving on to the next,” I said, stepping around him. He didn’t block me this time, but turned and frowned. “Well, you’re different,” he replied. Was this some sort of prank? The hockey captain, the star of the school, and a player thought I was “different” enough to keep talking to me after we spent a night together? I wondered if Lisa or Justin put him up to this to rub it in that I would never find love. Enzo stepped closer to me and brushed a bit of hair out of my eyes, finally lowering his voice to a whisper. “I want to have a second time with you.” Chapter 1 Nina It was the night of my coming-of-age party. I was most of all excited for one thing: tonight, Justin would finally announce that he was my boyfriend. Justin and I had been seeing each other for a couple of months now, but we had kept things under wraps so far. Frankly, I would have preferred to make our relationship public right away -- he was one of the most handsome and popular guys on campus, and was on the hockey team -- but he insisted that we wait until the right time. “I want to save announcing our relationship for a special night, baby,” he had told me. I had been asking when he would make our relationship public for a while, but maybe he was right; it was best to wait until a special time. That meant that he really loved me, right? As I stood in front of the mirror and admired myself, I felt confident that Justin would make our relationship public tonight. I prepared a surprise for him under my outfit now because I was certain that we would finally spend our first night together. Aside from the surprise above, which was a hot red lace set that I picked out at the mall a couple of days before the party, I was wearing a short, tight skirt that showed off my curves, a pink crop top, and heels. I wore red lipstick and black eyeliner, too. I felt a bit awkward wearing an outfit like this, as I usually dressed in jeans and hoodies; but my roommates, Jessica and Lori, insisted that I dress up for the party. The only thing that I kept the same about myself tonight was my hair, which had bangs and two long braids. I always wore my hair like this and never liked it any other way. Some people said it was childish, but I thought it was cute and practical. “You look so hot, Nina!” Jessica said as I came out of the room. “The guys are gonna be all over you!” I didn’t say anything about Justin. Even my own roommates didn’t know about our relationship. Lori looked at her phone and took another swig of her drink. “Everyone should be here any minute,” she said in her low, sultry voice. Lori was the quintessential “goth girl” on campus, which was a stark contrast from Jessica’s bubbly nature and my studious attitude. Somehow, though, we were all best friends. Just then, the door burst open with the first guests arriving. The group of guys and girls flooded in, whooping and hollering, excited for the party. With a grin, Jessica cranked up the music and started greeting people while I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. Lori walked over to the couch and sat down, scrolling on her phone; she really only ever came to parties for food and drink. Soon enough, the suite was full of people. The LED lights flashed red, green, and blue while the music played loudly, and the guests started getting excited and playing games. The main attraction seemed to be the bar table, where the boys competed like their lives depended on it, but people also hung out around the seating area, played games, and talk on the balcony. A while into the party, Justin finally arrived. I got excited, but instead of coming over to me and greeting me, he simply made a beeline for the bar table and joined the game. During a lull in the game, I sent Justin a text: “Well? Are we gonna announce it?” I watched from the corner as he pulled out his phone, read the text, then pocketed his phone again. He looked at me and subtly shrugged, then returned to his game as though he didn’t even know me. “Are you okay?” Jessica said, coming over to me with an extra drink in her hand for me. I shrugged. “I’m just not much of a partier, that’s all,” I said. “You just need a little courage, that’s all!” she said, clinking her bottle with mine and taking a big swig. I looked down at my drink and frowned. Jessica was right, but the drink wasn’t going to cut it -- not with how Justin was treating me tonight. “How about something more exciting?” I said. Jessica’s eyes lit up and she turned around to face the group, cupping her hands around her mouth to shout. “Hey everyone!” she shouted. “The birthday girl wants shots!” By my seventh shot, however, I started to feel woozy and felt like I was going to throw up. I stumbled down the hall to the bathroom and made it to the toilet just in time. When I was done throwing up, I stood up and made my way over to the sink, where I splashed some cold water on my face and took some deep breaths to sober myself up. I looked at my smudged makeup and my messy hair in the mirror, trying not to cry as I thought about Justin. Why was he treating me like this? Just a few days ago, we were making out behind the hockey arena and now he was acting like he didn’t even know me. Was he just nervous about announcing our relationship, or was it something else? Taking another deep breath and wiping the tears off of my face, I straightened up and decided to go talk to Justin. When I left the bathroom, however, he wasn’t anywhere to be found. “Hey, have you seen Justin?” I asked a guest. She just shrugged her shoulders and pointed toward my bedroom. Maybe he just went inside to be alone for a minute, which would give us some time to talk. I made my way over to my room, weaving drunkenly through the crowd. When I opened the door, however, I wished that I had just stayed away. Justin wasn’t alone. He was with another girl -- it was Lisa, the cheerleading captain. They were tangled together, Justin’s pants pulled down and Lisa’s clothes on the floor. “What is happening!” I screamed. The party went silent, aside from the music, which someone quickly shut off. Justin and Lisa sat up in my bed; Justin looked even more drunk and high than before, but immediately jumped up when he saw me and yanked his pants up. “Nina, it’s not what it looks like,” he said, stumbling toward me while Lisa simply stood up with a smirk, smoothing down her skirt. She strutted out of the room and bumped me with her shoulder on the way out as I continued to stare at Justin in shock and disbelief. Justin stammered as he tried to explain himself. “I’m so sorry, I-” “Justin…” I interrupted, my voice shaking. “We. Are. Done.” Without another word, I turned away and stormed out of the suite with Jessica and Lori calling after me. I walked out of the dorms into the cool spring air, turning this way and that for a bit before deciding to make my way toward town. I walked for a while, fuming the entire time and muttering to myself until I finally made it to a local bar. I nodded gratefully as the bartender poured me a glass, and I sipped it miserably while he disappeared into the kitchen. I pulled my phone out of my pocket to see that I had several missed calls and “Where are you?!?” texts from Jessica and Lori, but I ignored them and tossed my phone down on the bar, taking a big swig and cursing to myself. “Yeah, I hate my phone, too,” a male voice said from beside me. I looked over to see a guy pulling up a barstool a couple of seats down. He was wearing a red flannel shirt and a sharp jawline. He was muscular, too. “I hate everything right now,” I said, swirling my drink around in my glass with my straw. “How come?” The boy looked at me, and just then, I came to a shocking realization: this was Enzo, Justin’s hockey captain, the star of the school, every girl’s dream boy. And he was sitting next to me, in this quiet dive bar, talking to me. Chapter 2 Enzo must have noticed the expression on my face when I finally recognized him, because he smirked and held out a napkin for me. “Your makeup is smudged.” I blushed and grabbed the napkin from his hand, using it to wipe away my makeup while Enzo continued to stare at me. “Rough night?” he said once I finished cleaning up my makeup. “I guess you could say that,” I replied. “You know,” he said, his deep brown eyes studying my face, “you look better without makeup.” His words made me blush even more. What were the odds that the hockey captain would be hitting on me on the night of my birthday, right after my boyfriend had cheated on me? “Do you treat all the girls like this?” I said suddenly, surprised and embarrassed at my own question. It must have been the drink. Enzo simply smirked again and finished the last of his drink. He reached forward and brushed a bit of hair out of my face. “If you’re so intrigued by how I treat girls, why don’t you come and see it for yourself? I live in Dorm B, fourth floor. Room 409.” His voice was low and sultry, and as we leaned closer together, I felt my breathing become slower and more aroused. I frowned then and pulled away. I needed comfort tonight, but not that sort of comfort. “No way,” I said, crossing my arms. “I know your reputation. You’re a player.” “So what if I am?” Enzo murmured. “It’s your decision, but my room is open to you all night. You can just walk right in. No need to knock.” With that, Enzo sat back up and tossed some money down on the bar. “I’ll pay for the lady’s drink,” he said to the bartender, then threw his jacket over his shoulder and sauntered out of the bar. I kept sipping my drink while I thought about the unexpected proposition. Enzo was well-known as an adonis, a handsome player. Ever since Enzo and Lisa -- the cheerleader who stole my boyfriend -- broke up last semester, Enzo became known around the campus for being a bit of a player. He never had another girlfriend after Lisa, and seemed uninterested with women when it came to knowing them for more than one night. I had never been interested in those deeds. In high school, I was nerdy and never had a chance with any of the boys. The one time I thought I had a chance when the football quarterback asked me to prom, it turned out to be a prank. The whole school laughed at me as I showed up in my blue dress, excited to dance with the quarterback, only for him to trip me and make me fall on the dance floor. “Why would I want you?” he had said, pointing and laughing. “Fatty Nina will never have a boyfriend!” After that, I swore that I would just focus on my studies. I eventually grew out of that phase once I started college, and lots of boys tried to get me to hook up with them, but I just wasn’t interested. If I was going to let a boy interrupt my studies, he would have to be perfect. I had thought that Justin would be the one. He seemed so sweet and kind, but I guess that wasn’t the case. After this, I felt like never falling in love again. “Sorry to say this, young lady, but the bar’s closing soon,” the bartender said, breaking me out of my deep thought. I nodded and finished off the last of my drink, then stood and left the bar. The thought of going home right now almost made me sick. Maybe I didn’t have to go home tonight. I showed up at Enzo’s place a little while later. Before I walked in, I hesitated for a little while as I considered just keeping my dignity and going home. But I was all dressed up tonight with expensive lingerie, and besides… with Justin and Lisa’s double betrayal, what would be a better way to get back at them both? Taking a deep breath, I turned the knob and walked into Enzo’s dorm. He was sitting on the couch when I arrived, as though he had been waiting for me. “Changed your mind, eh?” he said, standing and crossing the room toward me. He was much taller than me, and muscular to boot. This close, I could smell his cologne. It sent a shiver down my spine. “So,” he said, “what changed your mind? I thought my reputation scared you.” “I just… Could use a little comfort,” I said. Without saying anything, he leaned down and cupped my chin with his hand. He kissed me deeply. He was soft and sweet, much unlike the rough and rugged hockey player who I had thought he was. After we kissed, he wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up to carry me to the bedroom. We never left each other the whole way there, and when we arrived his dimly lit bedroom he slammed the door behind us and laid me down on the bed. I was trembling, but there was something surprisingly gentle about Enzo’s touch. I had expected a careless brute who only cared about getting himself off, but as he leaned over me and gave me a shockingly sweet, gentle smile, I realized that my assumptions were wrong. Enzo kissed me deeply again, his body pressing against mine. I felt myself relax beneath his touch as my heart began to patter, a wave of emotion washing over me that I hadn’t ever felt before. But there was something that he didn’t know; something that made me nervous and worried that he wouldn’t want to be with me that night after I told him. “I should tell you that I’ve never done this before,” I whispered. Enzo was silent for a few moments. I was worried he wouldn’t want to continue after learning this about me, but then he merely smirked. “I figured,” he replied, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose. “I’ll be gentle with you.” When Enzo touched me after that, he kept true to his promise to be gentle with me. As his hands ran along my body, I noticed that he kept looking up at me with his soft brown eyes as though he was checking on me, and he gave me time to relax before trying to take it further. I was nervous, but something about the way he looked at me gave me a little confidence, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I had been wrong about the hockey player. A few minutes later, he looked me deeply in the eyes as if to ask if I was ready. I was trembling all over, partially from nerves and partially from the tingling in my body. “Lingerie, huh?” he whispered, sounding somewhat amused when he saw my innerwear. I blushed. “Since you went to all that trouble, why don’t you give me a show?” Still blushing, I took a deep breath and did as he asked. My hands shook at first, but soon I began to gain a little more confidence from the way that he looked at me with so much fire in his eyes, and I didn’t feel so nervous. Finally, I revealed myself to him as the last of my clothes hit the floor. Enzo’s eyes were wide as he gazed at me, but the slight smirk on his face never left. Then, with a soft smile, he held his hand out for me. I took it, feeling how small my hand was in his calloused palm, and couldn’t ignore the way my heart fluttered when he pulled me close. We laid beneath the sheets after that, our limbs tangled together and our hearts so close I could feel it beating through his ribcage. I was scared at first, but Enzo reassured me that it was okay. “I’ll be gentle. I promise,” he whispered gently, cradling me close to him. …… When it was over, Enzo and I laid in bed for a minute before he got up and put on his underwear. I sat up, feeling both heavenly and ashamed of myself. There was something different about Enzo now; his body language seemed more wild and dominant, and when he looked at me, his pupils were dilated. His eyes almost seemed like a different color. He smiled at me then and his teeth were sharp and glistening. My heart started to race as I felt like he was a wolf and I was his prey. Swallowing, I stood and put the rest of my clothes on. “See you around.” Before Enzo could reply, I rushed out of the bedroom and left the dorm. What was that look he gave me? Why did he look so… feral? Chapter 3 It was almost four o’clock in the morning by the time I finally returned to my dorm. Jessica and Lori were already asleep in their rooms judging from how dark and quiet everything was. The suite was a mess from the party and we would no doubt be spending the next day cleaning, but I was too hungover and tired to care at the moment. It appeared as though Lori and Jessica must have changed my sheets for me though, which I would have to thank them for in the morning. I wouldn’t have been able to sleep on the same sheets that Justin and Lisa had lied on. As I lay in bed trying to sleep, I was kept awake by my regrets. Had I just given myself to a near-stranger? A womanizer? All to get revenge against Justin and Lisa? I had never been so impulsive like this, especially when it came to love. Right now, I felt embarrassed and ashamed of this blunder. Enzo was incredibly attractive and the time we spent together was wonderful, but right now, I just wanted to forget about it. When I woke the next morning, my head pounded and my stomach hurt from all of the drinks from the night before. I rolled out of bed, ignoring my appearance as I stumbled into the kitchen in my oversized t-shirt and shorts. I just needed some coffee. “You know, you could’ve at least told us where you went last night,” Lori said from her usual spot at the kitchen island. She had a cup of coffee in front of her and was reading A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. “I’m sorry,” I replied, my face turning red as I remembered what happened after the party. “I just needed to get out.” “Why didn’t you tell us that you and Justin were a thing?” Jessica suddenly said, emerging from her room with a towel around her hair while she wore a fluffy pink robe and bunny slippers. She folded her arms and glared at me, pouting. I hung my head low as I poured myself a cup of coffee. I tried to hide it as the tears started to well up, but it was no use. Jessica rushed over to me and wrapped her arms around me while Lori watched with a sorry expression on her face. “I’m sorry,” I said between sobs. “H-He told me he just wanted to wait until the right time to make our relationship public. I t-thought he was just being a gentleman.” “Trash,” Lori replied. “Most of them, anyway. Don’t beat yourself up over it. You can do way better than Justin Thurlow.” Jessica nodded and rubbed my back, agreeing with Lori. “Yeah,” she said. “Screw boys. You’re smart and hot and you’re gonna be a doctor! Who needs boys? C’mon, let’s go get some breakfast.” Jessica and Lori were right. Boys were just a waste of time, and I had more important things to think about. I changed into my usual jeans and hoodie, brushed and braided my hair, and went with my roommates to the dining hall. “Oh my god!” Jessica exclaimed as we approached the dining hall. She squealed and pointed at none other than Enzo coming out the door. Jessica’s excitement garnered the attention of other nearby girls, who also squealed and waved as Enzo approached. I grabbed my hair and used it to shield my face. I just wanted to shrink down into myself. Why did I have to run into Enzo right now, the morning after what we had done? To make matters worse, he approached us and stood in front of us. Even Lori seemed a bit excited at his presence. Did he even remember our night together, or was he confused by how strangely I was acting? “Hi, Enzo!” Jessica said, twirling a bit of her hair around her finger. “Are you excited about the homecoming game today?” I kept my gaze fixed on the ground, letting my bangs fall into my face, but I could feel Enzo’s stern gaze on me. “Yeah,” he replied. “Although, it’s not as exciting when we always know we’re gonna crush the other team. I hope they put up a good fight.” Jessica giggled like a giddy schoolgirl. I took a chance and glanced up, hoping to see Enzo walking away, but was met instead by his strong gaze fixed on me. He looked far less animalistic now; maybe his appearance last night was just a trick of the light or a result of the drink. Enzo had his arms folded as he looked at me. He looked almost disapproving. Was he upset that I walked out on him last night? It hardly seemed likely, given his reputation, but my heart still ached a bit. “You ready for practice, Enzo?” another guy said, striding up to us. He looked Jessica up and down hungrily, then glanced at me before looking at Enzo. Enzo nodded and stuck his hands in his pockets, his eyes still on me. “Yeah. Let’s go.” Later that afternoon, after we had cleaned up the dorm, I was in my room studying for an upcoming biology exam when Jessica came into my room. She was wearing a pleated pink mini-skirt, a fuzzy white sweater, and white sneakers with leg warmers. She had a full face of makeup on and her hair was curled perfectly. “Oh my god, you’re not ready yet?” she said, storming over to me and snapping my book shut unceremoniously. “Hey!” I said, throwing my pen down on my desk. “I was studying.” “Studying can wait,” Jessica replied. “Come on, let’s go to the hockey game! I heard some rumors that Enzo is planning on using some new moves.” My heart leaped up into my throat. “I’m not going,” I said, opening my book up to the page I was on. Jessica clearly didn’t like my response, because she stamped her foot on the ground angrily. “Aw, come on!” she whined. “You’re not really gonna make me go alone, are you?” I didn’t have the heart to tell my friend the truth about where I was last night. If she knew that I slept with Enzo, she would be heartbroken. Jessica had been pining away for Enzo since our first semester. He had never given her too much attention, but still, she went to all of his games, cheered him on, and even watched all the live streams of his tournaments online. She always talked about how he was a genius, how his physical abilities were godlike, and how he easily won every game he competed in. “Come on,” Jessica whined again. “Please? For me?” She batted her eyelashes. I sighed and closed my book again, rubbing my tired eyes. “Alright,” I replied, although I really just wanted to hide in my room and never see the star hockey player again. “I’ll go. But you owe me.” Jessica grinned and pranced out of the room while I got ready. I wanted to blend in, so I just wore a hoodie with the university logo on it and jeans. Jessica seemed a bit disappointed in my outfit choice but didn’t say anything as we made our way to the hockey arena. The whole way there, Jessica prattled on about Enzo. “His figure is just so perfect,” she said. “All of those appear in my dreams!” I hated to admit it, but hearing Jessica talk about Enzo made the memories of last night come flooding back… It made my body tingle. I tried to shake the thoughts out of my mind the best I could as we got in line to walk inside the arena, but I just couldn’t. The feeling of Enzo’s strong eyes on me as we were together, our limbs intertwined, was burned into my memory. I only hoped that I could leave this game without being seen by Enzo or Justin. Chapter 4 We walked inside the arena, which was already packed full of excited students. Half of the arena was reserved for our university, while the other half was reserved for the other university. Our school colors were burgundy and gold -- the other university was blue and black. “Let’s find a good seat,” Jessica said. I followed her up the stairs, then we shimmied between rows of seats toward a couple of empty spots. Once we had our seats, I could hear the conversation between other girls around me; their talking points mostly centered around Enzo. “Do you think he’ll make us succeed again?” “Of course! Enzo always plays perfectly.” “I feel so lucky just to be attending the same university as him!” I cringed a bit at the conversation and scrolled on my phone while I waited for the game to start. Beside me, Jessica pulled out a pair of binoculars and started scouring the ice rink. I can see the cheerleaders performing an energetic opening dance on ice skates before the game, with Lisa in the lead. She looked dazzling in her skimpy uniform, with her perfectly tanned legs and her hair pulled up into a high ponytail with a bow. She waved her pom poms around to hype the crowd up. Looking at the girl who stole my boyfriend made me sick. I had never been much of a sports fan, but the way the crowd was getting excited made me excited, too. As the hockey players skated out onto the rink, some of them skated up to certain cheerleaders who were their girlfriends and kissed them publicly. I could see Justin and Lisa exchanging glances. Justin had never brought me to his games, even though we had been dating for a couple of months. When I did go to his games, he never paid any attention to me until after. I thought that he was just shy at the time, but now I knew that he just didn’t want Lisa to see us together. “Don’t pay any attention to Justin,” Jessica said, handing me the binoculars so I could see better. “He’s not worth your time.” I took the binoculars and peered through them. For some reason, I searched for Enzo. I didn’t know why I wanted to see him so badly, but I did. And he saw me. Somehow, despite the thousands of students in this massive arena, Enzo looked directly at me. It was as though he had a sixth sense, like he knew exactly where I was without even having to think. Even from here, I could see the hint of wildness in his eyes from the night before; like I was his prey. I quickly gave the binoculars back to Jessica as my face turned red. Enzo turned away and skated out to the middle of the rink, skating around in circles and pumping his hockey stick in the air while the crowd cheered. All around me, girls screamed and swooned while guys whooped and hollered. The game started. I lost sight of the puck quickly, but was able to follow the game by watching Enzo, who skated as fast as lightning and moved nimbly around the rink as though he was born with ice skates on his feet. He would perform quick moves with his hockey stick to fake out the opponents, hitting the puck between their legs to one of his teammates before zooming away. He moved so quickly that he was almost like a flash. For some reason, it seemed almost supernatural to me… but no one else seemed to notice, so I figured that it was just in my head. Soon, the opponents became frustrated and aggressive. One player in particular -- I think he was the captain of the other team -- started following Enzo closely and trying to trip him up. “C’mon, Enzo!” Jessica shouted. “I hope he doesn’t get hurt,” another girl said from beside me, sitting up in her seat to see over someone in front of us. Enzo scored a goal, and suddenly, the other team’s captain threw his stick and his helmet down on the ice and tackled Enzo. The crowd gasped as they tussled on the ice. The other player threw punches at Enzo while Enzo only blocked and dodged, clearly not wanting to hurt the other player. It was now that I finally realized how much pressure was on Enzo as the star hockey player. I held my breath as I watched the fight, images of us that night flashing in my mind. For some reason, I cared enough about Enzo to not want him to get hurt. I didn’t care to look at Justin for even a second. The referee blew his whistle and broke up the fight. The crowd cheered as Enzo stood and put his helmet back on, covering his curly hair. The other player was put on the bench for his behavior and the game continued with a penalty for the other team. During halftime, the cheerleaders returned to the rink and began their halftime show. “You hungry?” I said to Jessica. She looked at me and shrugged, too involved in her conversation with another girl about how charming Enzo looked dodging the unsportsmanlike competitor during the fight. As long as I had known her, Jessica always had an easy time making friends. I didn’t mind it, because I was more introverted and appreciated the fact that she usually took control of all of the socializing at things like this. I stood and shimmied out of our row, then went down the bleachers toward the food stands. My stomach was growling and the smell of soft pretzels was making me even more hungry. “One soft pretzel, please,” I said to the vendor. “And water, too.” I handed my money to the vendor and waited for my pretzel. Just then, I felt someone watching me and turned around to see none other than Enzo. He was standing with his teammates by the side of the rink as they rested and drank water, but he was staring right at me. His eyes almost glowed. My heart started to race as I found myself unable to break away from his strong gaze. Something about him made me want to walk over to him as if I was in a trance… “Miss? Hello?” The vendor broke me out of my trance. He was holding out my pretzel and my water. “Oh… Sorry,” I said. “Thank you.” I took my pretzel. When I turned back, Enzo was no longer looking at me and was instead entrenched in a conversation with a teammate as though he hadn’t just been staring into my soul. I considered going back to Jessica, but after the encounter with Enzo finding me in the massive crowd and staring at me just now, I only wanted to leave. I decided to make up an excuse later and just go home; Jessica had made some friends already and probably wouldn’t even notice my absence. She could fill me in on the results of the game later. I left the arena, tossing my uneaten pretzel in the trash on the way out as my stomach suddenly felt too sick to eat. The cool autumn air was a bit of a relief as I walked back to the dorms, although I still felt stifled like I was being watched… or hunted. How was Enzo able to spot me in the crowd like that? And why did he always look so animalistic and hungry when he looked at me? I had never heard any of his many other flings complain of such a thing, so maybe it was all in my head. It had to be. Why else would Enzo seem like such a predator? | Listen to books | 145 | https://facebook.com/100093148902033 | 0 | LEARN_MORE | 1692514800 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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You never play with girls more than once. You should be thanking me because I’m just making it easy for you.” “Is that what you really think of me?” Enzo asked. He didn’t try to hide his voice at all. For some reason, I felt more confident confronting him now. “Everyone knows you’re a player who only has fun with girls once before moving on to the next,” I said, stepping around him. He didn’t block me this time, but turned and frowned. “Well, you’re different,” he replied. Was this some sort of prank? The hockey captain, the star of the school, and a player thought I was “different” enough to keep talking to me after we spent a night together? I wondered if Lisa or Justin put him up to this to rub it in that I would never find love. Enzo stepped closer to me and brushed a bit of hair out of my eyes, finally lowering his voice to a whisper. “I want to have a second time with you.” Chapter 1 Nina It was the night of my coming-of-age party. I was most of all excited for one thing: tonight, Justin would finally announce that he was my boyfriend. Justin and I had been seeing each other for a couple of months now, but we had kept things under wraps so far. Frankly, I would have preferred to make our relationship public right away -- he was one of the most handsome and popular guys on campus, and was on the hockey team -- but he insisted that we wait until the right time. “I want to save announcing our relationship for a special night, baby,” he had told me. I had been asking when he would make our relationship public for a while, but maybe he was right; it was best to wait until a special time. That meant that he really loved me, right? As I stood in front of the mirror and admired myself, I felt confident that Justin would make our relationship public tonight. I prepared a surprise for him under my outfit now because I was certain that we would finally spend our first night together. Aside from the surprise above, which was a hot red lace set that I picked out at the mall a couple of days before the party, I was wearing a short, tight skirt that showed off my curves, a pink crop top, and heels. I wore red lipstick and black eyeliner, too. I felt a bit awkward wearing an outfit like this, as I usually dressed in jeans and hoodies; but my roommates, Jessica and Lori, insisted that I dress up for the party. The only thing that I kept the same about myself tonight was my hair, which had bangs and two long braids. I always wore my hair like this and never liked it any other way. Some people said it was childish, but I thought it was cute and practical. “You look so hot, Nina!” Jessica said as I came out of the room. “The guys are gonna be all over you!” I didn’t say anything about Justin. Even my own roommates didn’t know about our relationship. Lori looked at her phone and took another swig of her drink. “Everyone should be here any minute,” she said in her low, sultry voice. Lori was the quintessential “goth girl” on campus, which was a stark contrast from Jessica’s bubbly nature and my studious attitude. Somehow, though, we were all best friends. Just then, the door burst open with the first guests arriving. The group of guys and girls flooded in, whooping and hollering, excited for the party. With a grin, Jessica cranked up the music and started greeting people while I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. Lori walked over to the couch and sat down, scrolling on her phone; she really only ever came to parties for food and drink. Soon enough, the suite was full of people. The LED lights flashed red, green, and blue while the music played loudly, and the guests started getting excited and playing games. The main attraction seemed to be the bar table, where the boys competed like their lives depended on it, but people also hung out around the seating area, played games, and talk on the balcony. A while into the party, Justin finally arrived. I got excited, but instead of coming over to me and greeting me, he simply made a beeline for the bar table and joined the game. During a lull in the game, I sent Justin a text: “Well? Are we gonna announce it?” I watched from the corner as he pulled out his phone, read the text, then pocketed his phone again. He looked at me and subtly shrugged, then returned to his game as though he didn’t even know me. “Are you okay?” Jessica said, coming over to me with an extra drink in her hand for me. I shrugged. “I’m just not much of a partier, that’s all,” I said. “You just need a little courage, that’s all!” she said, clinking her bottle with mine and taking a big swig. I looked down at my drink and frowned. Jessica was right, but the drink wasn’t going to cut it -- not with how Justin was treating me tonight. “How about something more exciting?” I said. Jessica’s eyes lit up and she turned around to face the group, cupping her hands around her mouth to shout. “Hey everyone!” she shouted. “The birthday girl wants shots!” By my seventh shot, however, I started to feel woozy and felt like I was going to throw up. I stumbled down the hall to the bathroom and made it to the toilet just in time. When I was done throwing up, I stood up and made my way over to the sink, where I splashed some cold water on my face and took some deep breaths to sober myself up. I looked at my smudged makeup and my messy hair in the mirror, trying not to cry as I thought about Justin. Why was he treating me like this? Just a few days ago, we were making out behind the hockey arena and now he was acting like he didn’t even know me. Was he just nervous about announcing our relationship, or was it something else? Taking another deep breath and wiping the tears off of my face, I straightened up and decided to go talk to Justin. When I left the bathroom, however, he wasn’t anywhere to be found. “Hey, have you seen Justin?” I asked a guest. She just shrugged her shoulders and pointed toward my bedroom. Maybe he just went inside to be alone for a minute, which would give us some time to talk. I made my way over to my room, weaving drunkenly through the crowd. When I opened the door, however, I wished that I had just stayed away. Justin wasn’t alone. He was with another girl -- it was Lisa, the cheerleading captain. They were tangled together, Justin’s pants pulled down and Lisa’s clothes on the floor. “What is happening!” I screamed. The party went silent, aside from the music, which someone quickly shut off. Justin and Lisa sat up in my bed; Justin looked even more drunk and high than before, but immediately jumped up when he saw me and yanked his pants up. “Nina, it’s not what it looks like,” he said, stumbling toward me while Lisa simply stood up with a smirk, smoothing down her skirt. She strutted out of the room and bumped me with her shoulder on the way out as I continued to stare at Justin in shock and disbelief. Justin stammered as he tried to explain himself. “I’m so sorry, I-” “Justin…” I interrupted, my voice shaking. “We. Are. Done.” Without another word, I turned away and stormed out of the suite with Jessica and Lori calling after me. I walked out of the dorms into the cool spring air, turning this way and that for a bit before deciding to make my way toward town. I walked for a while, fuming the entire time and muttering to myself until I finally made it to a local bar. I nodded gratefully as the bartender poured me a glass, and I sipped it miserably while he disappeared into the kitchen. I pulled my phone out of my pocket to see that I had several missed calls and “Where are you?!?” texts from Jessica and Lori, but I ignored them and tossed my phone down on the bar, taking a big swig and cursing to myself. “Yeah, I hate my phone, too,” a male voice said from beside me. I looked over to see a guy pulling up a barstool a couple of seats down. He was wearing a red flannel shirt and a sharp jawline. He was muscular, too. “I hate everything right now,” I said, swirling my drink around in my glass with my straw. “How come?” The boy looked at me, and just then, I came to a shocking realization: this was Enzo, Justin’s hockey captain, the star of the school, every girl’s dream boy. And he was sitting next to me, in this quiet dive bar, talking to me. Chapter 2 Enzo must have noticed the expression on my face when I finally recognized him, because he smirked and held out a napkin for me. “Your makeup is smudged.” I blushed and grabbed the napkin from his hand, using it to wipe away my makeup while Enzo continued to stare at me. “Rough night?” he said once I finished cleaning up my makeup. “I guess you could say that,” I replied. “You know,” he said, his deep brown eyes studying my face, “you look better without makeup.” His words made me blush even more. What were the odds that the hockey captain would be hitting on me on the night of my birthday, right after my boyfriend had cheated on me? “Do you treat all the girls like this?” I said suddenly, surprised and embarrassed at my own question. It must have been the drink. Enzo simply smirked again and finished the last of his drink. He reached forward and brushed a bit of hair out of my face. “If you’re so intrigued by how I treat girls, why don’t you come and see it for yourself? I live in Dorm B, fourth floor. Room 409.” His voice was low and sultry, and as we leaned closer together, I felt my breathing become slower and more aroused. I frowned then and pulled away. I needed comfort tonight, but not that sort of comfort. “No way,” I said, crossing my arms. “I know your reputation. You’re a player.” “So what if I am?” Enzo murmured. “It’s your decision, but my room is open to you all night. You can just walk right in. No need to knock.” With that, Enzo sat back up and tossed some money down on the bar. “I’ll pay for the lady’s drink,” he said to the bartender, then threw his jacket over his shoulder and sauntered out of the bar. I kept sipping my drink while I thought about the unexpected proposition. Enzo was well-known as an adonis, a handsome player. Ever since Enzo and Lisa -- the cheerleader who stole my boyfriend -- broke up last semester, Enzo became known around the campus for being a bit of a player. He never had another girlfriend after Lisa, and seemed uninterested with women when it came to knowing them for more than one night. I had never been interested in those deeds. In high school, I was nerdy and never had a chance with any of the boys. The one time I thought I had a chance when the football quarterback asked me to prom, it turned out to be a prank. The whole school laughed at me as I showed up in my blue dress, excited to dance with the quarterback, only for him to trip me and make me fall on the dance floor. “Why would I want you?” he had said, pointing and laughing. “Fatty Nina will never have a boyfriend!” After that, I swore that I would just focus on my studies. I eventually grew out of that phase once I started college, and lots of boys tried to get me to hook up with them, but I just wasn’t interested. If I was going to let a boy interrupt my studies, he would have to be perfect. I had thought that Justin would be the one. He seemed so sweet and kind, but I guess that wasn’t the case. After this, I felt like never falling in love again. “Sorry to say this, young lady, but the bar’s closing soon,” the bartender said, breaking me out of my deep thought. I nodded and finished off the last of my drink, then stood and left the bar. The thought of going home right now almost made me sick. Maybe I didn’t have to go home tonight. I showed up at Enzo’s place a little while later. Before I walked in, I hesitated for a little while as I considered just keeping my dignity and going home. But I was all dressed up tonight with expensive lingerie, and besides… with Justin and Lisa’s double betrayal, what would be a better way to get back at them both? Taking a deep breath, I turned the knob and walked into Enzo’s dorm. He was sitting on the couch when I arrived, as though he had been waiting for me. “Changed your mind, eh?” he said, standing and crossing the room toward me. He was much taller than me, and muscular to boot. This close, I could smell his cologne. It sent a shiver down my spine. “So,” he said, “what changed your mind? I thought my reputation scared you.” “I just… Could use a little comfort,” I said. Without saying anything, he leaned down and cupped my chin with his hand. He kissed me deeply. He was soft and sweet, much unlike the rough and rugged hockey player who I had thought he was. After we kissed, he wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up to carry me to the bedroom. We never left each other the whole way there, and when we arrived his dimly lit bedroom he slammed the door behind us and laid me down on the bed. I was trembling, but there was something surprisingly gentle about Enzo’s touch. I had expected a careless brute who only cared about getting himself off, but as he leaned over me and gave me a shockingly sweet, gentle smile, I realized that my assumptions were wrong. Enzo kissed me deeply again, his body pressing against mine. I felt myself relax beneath his touch as my heart began to patter, a wave of emotion washing over me that I hadn’t ever felt before. But there was something that he didn’t know; something that made me nervous and worried that he wouldn’t want to be with me that night after I told him. “I should tell you that I’ve never done this before,” I whispered. Enzo was silent for a few moments. I was worried he wouldn’t want to continue after learning this about me, but then he merely smirked. “I figured,” he replied, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose. “I’ll be gentle with you.” When Enzo touched me after that, he kept true to his promise to be gentle with me. As his hands ran along my body, I noticed that he kept looking up at me with his soft brown eyes as though he was checking on me, and he gave me time to relax before trying to take it further. I was nervous, but something about the way he looked at me gave me a little confidence, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I had been wrong about the hockey player. A few minutes later, he looked me deeply in the eyes as if to ask if I was ready. I was trembling all over, partially from nerves and partially from the tingling in my body. “Lingerie, huh?” he whispered, sounding somewhat amused when he saw my innerwear. I blushed. “Since you went to all that trouble, why don’t you give me a show?” Still blushing, I took a deep breath and did as he asked. My hands shook at first, but soon I began to gain a little more confidence from the way that he looked at me with so much fire in his eyes, and I didn’t feel so nervous. Finally, I revealed myself to him as the last of my clothes hit the floor. Enzo’s eyes were wide as he gazed at me, but the slight smirk on his face never left. Then, with a soft smile, he held his hand out for me. I took it, feeling how small my hand was in his calloused palm, and couldn’t ignore the way my heart fluttered when he pulled me close. We laid beneath the sheets after that, our limbs tangled together and our hearts so close I could feel it beating through his ribcage. I was scared at first, but Enzo reassured me that it was okay. “I’ll be gentle. I promise,” he whispered gently, cradling me close to him. …… When it was over, Enzo and I laid in bed for a minute before he got up and put on his underwear. I sat up, feeling both heavenly and ashamed of myself. There was something different about Enzo now; his body language seemed more wild and dominant, and when he looked at me, his pupils were dilated. His eyes almost seemed like a different color. He smiled at me then and his teeth were sharp and glistening. My heart started to race as I felt like he was a wolf and I was his prey. Swallowing, I stood and put the rest of my clothes on. “See you around.” Before Enzo could reply, I rushed out of the bedroom and left the dorm. What was that look he gave me? Why did he look so… feral? Chapter 3 It was almost four o’clock in the morning by the time I finally returned to my dorm. Jessica and Lori were already asleep in their rooms judging from how dark and quiet everything was. The suite was a mess from the party and we would no doubt be spending the next day cleaning, but I was too hungover and tired to care at the moment. It appeared as though Lori and Jessica must have changed my sheets for me though, which I would have to thank them for in the morning. I wouldn’t have been able to sleep on the same sheets that Justin and Lisa had lied on. As I lay in bed trying to sleep, I was kept awake by my regrets. Had I just given myself to a near-stranger? A womanizer? All to get revenge against Justin and Lisa? I had never been so impulsive like this, especially when it came to love. Right now, I felt embarrassed and ashamed of this blunder. Enzo was incredibly attractive and the time we spent together was wonderful, but right now, I just wanted to forget about it. When I woke the next morning, my head pounded and my stomach hurt from all of the drinks from the night before. I rolled out of bed, ignoring my appearance as I stumbled into the kitchen in my oversized t-shirt and shorts. I just needed some coffee. “You know, you could’ve at least told us where you went last night,” Lori said from her usual spot at the kitchen island. She had a cup of coffee in front of her and was reading A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. “I’m sorry,” I replied, my face turning red as I remembered what happened after the party. “I just needed to get out.” “Why didn’t you tell us that you and Justin were a thing?” Jessica suddenly said, emerging from her room with a towel around her hair while she wore a fluffy pink robe and bunny slippers. She folded her arms and glared at me, pouting. I hung my head low as I poured myself a cup of coffee. I tried to hide it as the tears started to well up, but it was no use. Jessica rushed over to me and wrapped her arms around me while Lori watched with a sorry expression on her face. “I’m sorry,” I said between sobs. “H-He told me he just wanted to wait until the right time to make our relationship public. I t-thought he was just being a gentleman.” “Trash,” Lori replied. “Most of them, anyway. Don’t beat yourself up over it. You can do way better than Justin Thurlow.” Jessica nodded and rubbed my back, agreeing with Lori. “Yeah,” she said. “Screw boys. You’re smart and hot and you’re gonna be a doctor! Who needs boys? C’mon, let’s go get some breakfast.” Jessica and Lori were right. Boys were just a waste of time, and I had more important things to think about. I changed into my usual jeans and hoodie, brushed and braided my hair, and went with my roommates to the dining hall. “Oh my god!” Jessica exclaimed as we approached the dining hall. She squealed and pointed at none other than Enzo coming out the door. Jessica’s excitement garnered the attention of other nearby girls, who also squealed and waved as Enzo approached. I grabbed my hair and used it to shield my face. I just wanted to shrink down into myself. Why did I have to run into Enzo right now, the morning after what we had done? To make matters worse, he approached us and stood in front of us. Even Lori seemed a bit excited at his presence. Did he even remember our night together, or was he confused by how strangely I was acting? “Hi, Enzo!” Jessica said, twirling a bit of her hair around her finger. “Are you excited about the homecoming game today?” I kept my gaze fixed on the ground, letting my bangs fall into my face, but I could feel Enzo’s stern gaze on me. “Yeah,” he replied. “Although, it’s not as exciting when we always know we’re gonna crush the other team. I hope they put up a good fight.” Jessica giggled like a giddy schoolgirl. I took a chance and glanced up, hoping to see Enzo walking away, but was met instead by his strong gaze fixed on me. He looked far less animalistic now; maybe his appearance last night was just a trick of the light or a result of the drink. Enzo had his arms folded as he looked at me. He looked almost disapproving. Was he upset that I walked out on him last night? It hardly seemed likely, given his reputation, but my heart still ached a bit. “You ready for practice, Enzo?” another guy said, striding up to us. He looked Jessica up and down hungrily, then glanced at me before looking at Enzo. Enzo nodded and stuck his hands in his pockets, his eyes still on me. “Yeah. Let’s go.” Later that afternoon, after we had cleaned up the dorm, I was in my room studying for an upcoming biology exam when Jessica came into my room. She was wearing a pleated pink mini-skirt, a fuzzy white sweater, and white sneakers with leg warmers. She had a full face of makeup on and her hair was curled perfectly. “Oh my god, you’re not ready yet?” she said, storming over to me and snapping my book shut unceremoniously. “Hey!” I said, throwing my pen down on my desk. “I was studying.” “Studying can wait,” Jessica replied. “Come on, let’s go to the hockey game! I heard some rumors that Enzo is planning on using some new moves.” My heart leaped up into my throat. “I’m not going,” I said, opening my book up to the page I was on. Jessica clearly didn’t like my response, because she stamped her foot on the ground angrily. “Aw, come on!” she whined. “You’re not really gonna make me go alone, are you?” I didn’t have the heart to tell my friend the truth about where I was last night. If she knew that I slept with Enzo, she would be heartbroken. Jessica had been pining away for Enzo since our first semester. He had never given her too much attention, but still, she went to all of his games, cheered him on, and even watched all the live streams of his tournaments online. She always talked about how he was a genius, how his physical abilities were godlike, and how he easily won every game he competed in. “Come on,” Jessica whined again. “Please? For me?” She batted her eyelashes. I sighed and closed my book again, rubbing my tired eyes. “Alright,” I replied, although I really just wanted to hide in my room and never see the star hockey player again. “I’ll go. But you owe me.” Jessica grinned and pranced out of the room while I got ready. I wanted to blend in, so I just wore a hoodie with the university logo on it and jeans. Jessica seemed a bit disappointed in my outfit choice but didn’t say anything as we made our way to the hockey arena. The whole way there, Jessica prattled on about Enzo. “His figure is just so perfect,” she said. “All of those appear in my dreams!” I hated to admit it, but hearing Jessica talk about Enzo made the memories of last night come flooding back… It made my body tingle. I tried to shake the thoughts out of my mind the best I could as we got in line to walk inside the arena, but I just couldn’t. The feeling of Enzo’s strong eyes on me as we were together, our limbs intertwined, was burned into my memory. I only hoped that I could leave this game without being seen by Enzo or Justin. Chapter 4 We walked inside the arena, which was already packed full of excited students. Half of the arena was reserved for our university, while the other half was reserved for the other university. Our school colors were burgundy and gold -- the other university was blue and black. “Let’s find a good seat,” Jessica said. I followed her up the stairs, then we shimmied between rows of seats toward a couple of empty spots. Once we had our seats, I could hear the conversation between other girls around me; their talking points mostly centered around Enzo. “Do you think he’ll make us succeed again?” “Of course! Enzo always plays perfectly.” “I feel so lucky just to be attending the same university as him!” I cringed a bit at the conversation and scrolled on my phone while I waited for the game to start. Beside me, Jessica pulled out a pair of binoculars and started scouring the ice rink. I can see the cheerleaders performing an energetic opening dance on ice skates before the game, with Lisa in the lead. She looked dazzling in her skimpy uniform, with her perfectly tanned legs and her hair pulled up into a high ponytail with a bow. She waved her pom poms around to hype the crowd up. Looking at the girl who stole my boyfriend made me sick. I had never been much of a sports fan, but the way the crowd was getting excited made me excited, too. As the hockey players skated out onto the rink, some of them skated up to certain cheerleaders who were their girlfriends and kissed them publicly. I could see Justin and Lisa exchanging glances. Justin had never brought me to his games, even though we had been dating for a couple of months. When I did go to his games, he never paid any attention to me until after. I thought that he was just shy at the time, but now I knew that he just didn’t want Lisa to see us together. “Don’t pay any attention to Justin,” Jessica said, handing me the binoculars so I could see better. “He’s not worth your time.” I took the binoculars and peered through them. For some reason, I searched for Enzo. I didn’t know why I wanted to see him so badly, but I did. And he saw me. Somehow, despite the thousands of students in this massive arena, Enzo looked directly at me. It was as though he had a sixth sense, like he knew exactly where I was without even having to think. Even from here, I could see the hint of wildness in his eyes from the night before; like I was his prey. I quickly gave the binoculars back to Jessica as my face turned red. Enzo turned away and skated out to the middle of the rink, skating around in circles and pumping his hockey stick in the air while the crowd cheered. All around me, girls screamed and swooned while guys whooped and hollered. The game started. I lost sight of the puck quickly, but was able to follow the game by watching Enzo, who skated as fast as lightning and moved nimbly around the rink as though he was born with ice skates on his feet. He would perform quick moves with his hockey stick to fake out the opponents, hitting the puck between their legs to one of his teammates before zooming away. He moved so quickly that he was almost like a flash. For some reason, it seemed almost supernatural to me… but no one else seemed to notice, so I figured that it was just in my head. Soon, the opponents became frustrated and aggressive. One player in particular -- I think he was the captain of the other team -- started following Enzo closely and trying to trip him up. “C’mon, Enzo!” Jessica shouted. “I hope he doesn’t get hurt,” another girl said from beside me, sitting up in her seat to see over someone in front of us. Enzo scored a goal, and suddenly, the other team’s captain threw his stick and his helmet down on the ice and tackled Enzo. The crowd gasped as they tussled on the ice. The other player threw punches at Enzo while Enzo only blocked and dodged, clearly not wanting to hurt the other player. It was now that I finally realized how much pressure was on Enzo as the star hockey player. I held my breath as I watched the fight, images of us that night flashing in my mind. For some reason, I cared enough about Enzo to not want him to get hurt. I didn’t care to look at Justin for even a second. The referee blew his whistle and broke up the fight. The crowd cheered as Enzo stood and put his helmet back on, covering his curly hair. The other player was put on the bench for his behavior and the game continued with a penalty for the other team. During halftime, the cheerleaders returned to the rink and began their halftime show. “You hungry?” I said to Jessica. She looked at me and shrugged, too involved in her conversation with another girl about how charming Enzo looked dodging the unsportsmanlike competitor during the fight. As long as I had known her, Jessica always had an easy time making friends. I didn’t mind it, because I was more introverted and appreciated the fact that she usually took control of all of the socializing at things like this. I stood and shimmied out of our row, then went down the bleachers toward the food stands. My stomach was growling and the smell of soft pretzels was making me even more hungry. “One soft pretzel, please,” I said to the vendor. “And water, too.” I handed my money to the vendor and waited for my pretzel. Just then, I felt someone watching me and turned around to see none other than Enzo. He was standing with his teammates by the side of the rink as they rested and drank water, but he was staring right at me. His eyes almost glowed. My heart started to race as I found myself unable to break away from his strong gaze. Something about him made me want to walk over to him as if I was in a trance… “Miss? Hello?” The vendor broke me out of my trance. He was holding out my pretzel and my water. “Oh… Sorry,” I said. “Thank you.” I took my pretzel. When I turned back, Enzo was no longer looking at me and was instead entrenched in a conversation with a teammate as though he hadn’t just been staring into my soul. I considered going back to Jessica, but after the encounter with Enzo finding me in the massive crowd and staring at me just now, I only wanted to leave. I decided to make up an excuse later and just go home; Jessica had made some friends already and probably wouldn’t even notice my absence. She could fill me in on the results of the game later. I left the arena, tossing my uneaten pretzel in the trash on the way out as my stomach suddenly felt too sick to eat. The cool autumn air was a bit of a relief as I walked back to the dorms, although I still felt stifled like I was being watched… or hunted. How was Enzo able to spot me in the crowd like that? And why did he always look so animalistic and hungry when he looked at me? I had never heard any of his many other flings complain of such a thing, so maybe it was all in my head. It had to be. Why else would Enzo seem like such a predator? | Listen to books | 145 | https://facebook.com/100093148902033 | 0 | LEARN_MORE | 1692514800 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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You never play with girls more than once. You should be thanking me because I’m just making it easy for you.” “Is that what you really think of me?” Enzo asked. He didn’t try to hide his voice at all. For some reason, I felt more confident confronting him now. “Everyone knows you’re a player who only has fun with girls once before moving on to the next,” I said, stepping around him. He didn’t block me this time, but turned and frowned. “Well, you’re different,” he replied. Was this some sort of prank? The hockey captain, the star of the school, and a player thought I was “different” enough to keep talking to me after we spent a night together? I wondered if Lisa or Justin put him up to this to rub it in that I would never find love. Enzo stepped closer to me and brushed a bit of hair out of my eyes, finally lowering his voice to a whisper. “I want to have a second time with you.” Chapter 1 Nina It was the night of my coming-of-age party. I was most of all excited for one thing: tonight, Justin would finally announce that he was my boyfriend. Justin and I had been seeing each other for a couple of months now, but we had kept things under wraps so far. Frankly, I would have preferred to make our relationship public right away -- he was one of the most handsome and popular guys on campus, and was on the hockey team -- but he insisted that we wait until the right time. “I want to save announcing our relationship for a special night, baby,” he had told me. I had been asking when he would make our relationship public for a while, but maybe he was right; it was best to wait until a special time. That meant that he really loved me, right? As I stood in front of the mirror and admired myself, I felt confident that Justin would make our relationship public tonight. I prepared a surprise for him under my outfit now because I was certain that we would finally spend our first night together. Aside from the surprise above, which was a hot red lace set that I picked out at the mall a couple of days before the party, I was wearing a short, tight skirt that showed off my curves, a pink crop top, and heels. I wore red lipstick and black eyeliner, too. I felt a bit awkward wearing an outfit like this, as I usually dressed in jeans and hoodies; but my roommates, Jessica and Lori, insisted that I dress up for the party. The only thing that I kept the same about myself tonight was my hair, which had bangs and two long braids. I always wore my hair like this and never liked it any other way. Some people said it was childish, but I thought it was cute and practical. “You look so hot, Nina!” Jessica said as I came out of the room. “The guys are gonna be all over you!” I didn’t say anything about Justin. Even my own roommates didn’t know about our relationship. Lori looked at her phone and took another swig of her drink. “Everyone should be here any minute,” she said in her low, sultry voice. Lori was the quintessential “goth girl” on campus, which was a stark contrast from Jessica’s bubbly nature and my studious attitude. Somehow, though, we were all best friends. Just then, the door burst open with the first guests arriving. The group of guys and girls flooded in, whooping and hollering, excited for the party. With a grin, Jessica cranked up the music and started greeting people while I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. Lori walked over to the couch and sat down, scrolling on her phone; she really only ever came to parties for food and drink. Soon enough, the suite was full of people. The LED lights flashed red, green, and blue while the music played loudly, and the guests started getting excited and playing games. The main attraction seemed to be the bar table, where the boys competed like their lives depended on it, but people also hung out around the seating area, played games, and talk on the balcony. A while into the party, Justin finally arrived. I got excited, but instead of coming over to me and greeting me, he simply made a beeline for the bar table and joined the game. During a lull in the game, I sent Justin a text: “Well? Are we gonna announce it?” I watched from the corner as he pulled out his phone, read the text, then pocketed his phone again. He looked at me and subtly shrugged, then returned to his game as though he didn’t even know me. “Are you okay?” Jessica said, coming over to me with an extra drink in her hand for me. I shrugged. “I’m just not much of a partier, that’s all,” I said. “You just need a little courage, that’s all!” she said, clinking her bottle with mine and taking a big swig. I looked down at my drink and frowned. Jessica was right, but the drink wasn’t going to cut it -- not with how Justin was treating me tonight. “How about something more exciting?” I said. Jessica’s eyes lit up and she turned around to face the group, cupping her hands around her mouth to shout. “Hey everyone!” she shouted. “The birthday girl wants shots!” By my seventh shot, however, I started to feel woozy and felt like I was going to throw up. I stumbled down the hall to the bathroom and made it to the toilet just in time. When I was done throwing up, I stood up and made my way over to the sink, where I splashed some cold water on my face and took some deep breaths to sober myself up. I looked at my smudged makeup and my messy hair in the mirror, trying not to cry as I thought about Justin. Why was he treating me like this? Just a few days ago, we were making out behind the hockey arena and now he was acting like he didn’t even know me. Was he just nervous about announcing our relationship, or was it something else? Taking another deep breath and wiping the tears off of my face, I straightened up and decided to go talk to Justin. When I left the bathroom, however, he wasn’t anywhere to be found. “Hey, have you seen Justin?” I asked a guest. She just shrugged her shoulders and pointed toward my bedroom. Maybe he just went inside to be alone for a minute, which would give us some time to talk. I made my way over to my room, weaving drunkenly through the crowd. When I opened the door, however, I wished that I had just stayed away. Justin wasn’t alone. He was with another girl -- it was Lisa, the cheerleading captain. They were tangled together, Justin’s pants pulled down and Lisa’s clothes on the floor. “What is happening!” I screamed. The party went silent, aside from the music, which someone quickly shut off. Justin and Lisa sat up in my bed; Justin looked even more drunk and high than before, but immediately jumped up when he saw me and yanked his pants up. “Nina, it’s not what it looks like,” he said, stumbling toward me while Lisa simply stood up with a smirk, smoothing down her skirt. She strutted out of the room and bumped me with her shoulder on the way out as I continued to stare at Justin in shock and disbelief. Justin stammered as he tried to explain himself. “I’m so sorry, I-” “Justin…” I interrupted, my voice shaking. “We. Are. Done.” Without another word, I turned away and stormed out of the suite with Jessica and Lori calling after me. I walked out of the dorms into the cool spring air, turning this way and that for a bit before deciding to make my way toward town. I walked for a while, fuming the entire time and muttering to myself until I finally made it to a local bar. I nodded gratefully as the bartender poured me a glass, and I sipped it miserably while he disappeared into the kitchen. I pulled my phone out of my pocket to see that I had several missed calls and “Where are you?!?” texts from Jessica and Lori, but I ignored them and tossed my phone down on the bar, taking a big swig and cursing to myself. “Yeah, I hate my phone, too,” a male voice said from beside me. I looked over to see a guy pulling up a barstool a couple of seats down. He was wearing a red flannel shirt and a sharp jawline. He was muscular, too. “I hate everything right now,” I said, swirling my drink around in my glass with my straw. “How come?” The boy looked at me, and just then, I came to a shocking realization: this was Enzo, Justin’s hockey captain, the star of the school, every girl’s dream boy. And he was sitting next to me, in this quiet dive bar, talking to me. Chapter 2 Enzo must have noticed the expression on my face when I finally recognized him, because he smirked and held out a napkin for me. “Your makeup is smudged.” I blushed and grabbed the napkin from his hand, using it to wipe away my makeup while Enzo continued to stare at me. “Rough night?” he said once I finished cleaning up my makeup. “I guess you could say that,” I replied. “You know,” he said, his deep brown eyes studying my face, “you look better without makeup.” His words made me blush even more. What were the odds that the hockey captain would be hitting on me on the night of my birthday, right after my boyfriend had cheated on me? “Do you treat all the girls like this?” I said suddenly, surprised and embarrassed at my own question. It must have been the drink. Enzo simply smirked again and finished the last of his drink. He reached forward and brushed a bit of hair out of my face. “If you’re so intrigued by how I treat girls, why don’t you come and see it for yourself? I live in Dorm B, fourth floor. Room 409.” His voice was low and sultry, and as we leaned closer together, I felt my breathing become slower and more aroused. I frowned then and pulled away. I needed comfort tonight, but not that sort of comfort. “No way,” I said, crossing my arms. “I know your reputation. You’re a player.” “So what if I am?” Enzo murmured. “It’s your decision, but my room is open to you all night. You can just walk right in. No need to knock.” With that, Enzo sat back up and tossed some money down on the bar. “I’ll pay for the lady’s drink,” he said to the bartender, then threw his jacket over his shoulder and sauntered out of the bar. I kept sipping my drink while I thought about the unexpected proposition. Enzo was well-known as an adonis, a handsome player. Ever since Enzo and Lisa -- the cheerleader who stole my boyfriend -- broke up last semester, Enzo became known around the campus for being a bit of a player. He never had another girlfriend after Lisa, and seemed uninterested with women when it came to knowing them for more than one night. I had never been interested in those deeds. In high school, I was nerdy and never had a chance with any of the boys. The one time I thought I had a chance when the football quarterback asked me to prom, it turned out to be a prank. The whole school laughed at me as I showed up in my blue dress, excited to dance with the quarterback, only for him to trip me and make me fall on the dance floor. “Why would I want you?” he had said, pointing and laughing. “Fatty Nina will never have a boyfriend!” After that, I swore that I would just focus on my studies. I eventually grew out of that phase once I started college, and lots of boys tried to get me to hook up with them, but I just wasn’t interested. If I was going to let a boy interrupt my studies, he would have to be perfect. I had thought that Justin would be the one. He seemed so sweet and kind, but I guess that wasn’t the case. After this, I felt like never falling in love again. “Sorry to say this, young lady, but the bar’s closing soon,” the bartender said, breaking me out of my deep thought. I nodded and finished off the last of my drink, then stood and left the bar. The thought of going home right now almost made me sick. Maybe I didn’t have to go home tonight. I showed up at Enzo’s place a little while later. Before I walked in, I hesitated for a little while as I considered just keeping my dignity and going home. But I was all dressed up tonight with expensive lingerie, and besides… with Justin and Lisa’s double betrayal, what would be a better way to get back at them both? Taking a deep breath, I turned the knob and walked into Enzo’s dorm. He was sitting on the couch when I arrived, as though he had been waiting for me. “Changed your mind, eh?” he said, standing and crossing the room toward me. He was much taller than me, and muscular to boot. This close, I could smell his cologne. It sent a shiver down my spine. “So,” he said, “what changed your mind? I thought my reputation scared you.” “I just… Could use a little comfort,” I said. Without saying anything, he leaned down and cupped my chin with his hand. He kissed me deeply. He was soft and sweet, much unlike the rough and rugged hockey player who I had thought he was. After we kissed, he wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up to carry me to the bedroom. We never left each other the whole way there, and when we arrived his dimly lit bedroom he slammed the door behind us and laid me down on the bed. I was trembling, but there was something surprisingly gentle about Enzo’s touch. I had expected a careless brute who only cared about getting himself off, but as he leaned over me and gave me a shockingly sweet, gentle smile, I realized that my assumptions were wrong. Enzo kissed me deeply again, his body pressing against mine. I felt myself relax beneath his touch as my heart began to patter, a wave of emotion washing over me that I hadn’t ever felt before. But there was something that he didn’t know; something that made me nervous and worried that he wouldn’t want to be with me that night after I told him. “I should tell you that I’ve never done this before,” I whispered. Enzo was silent for a few moments. I was worried he wouldn’t want to continue after learning this about me, but then he merely smirked. “I figured,” he replied, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose. “I’ll be gentle with you.” When Enzo touched me after that, he kept true to his promise to be gentle with me. As his hands ran along my body, I noticed that he kept looking up at me with his soft brown eyes as though he was checking on me, and he gave me time to relax before trying to take it further. I was nervous, but something about the way he looked at me gave me a little confidence, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I had been wrong about the hockey player. A few minutes later, he looked me deeply in the eyes as if to ask if I was ready. I was trembling all over, partially from nerves and partially from the tingling in my body. “Lingerie, huh?” he whispered, sounding somewhat amused when he saw my innerwear. I blushed. “Since you went to all that trouble, why don’t you give me a show?” Still blushing, I took a deep breath and did as he asked. My hands shook at first, but soon I began to gain a little more confidence from the way that he looked at me with so much fire in his eyes, and I didn’t feel so nervous. Finally, I revealed myself to him as the last of my clothes hit the floor. Enzo’s eyes were wide as he gazed at me, but the slight smirk on his face never left. Then, with a soft smile, he held his hand out for me. I took it, feeling how small my hand was in his calloused palm, and couldn’t ignore the way my heart fluttered when he pulled me close. We laid beneath the sheets after that, our limbs tangled together and our hearts so close I could feel it beating through his ribcage. I was scared at first, but Enzo reassured me that it was okay. “I’ll be gentle. I promise,” he whispered gently, cradling me close to him. …… When it was over, Enzo and I laid in bed for a minute before he got up and put on his underwear. I sat up, feeling both heavenly and ashamed of myself. There was something different about Enzo now; his body language seemed more wild and dominant, and when he looked at me, his pupils were dilated. His eyes almost seemed like a different color. He smiled at me then and his teeth were sharp and glistening. My heart started to race as I felt like he was a wolf and I was his prey. Swallowing, I stood and put the rest of my clothes on. “See you around.” Before Enzo could reply, I rushed out of the bedroom and left the dorm. What was that look he gave me? Why did he look so… feral? Chapter 3 It was almost four o’clock in the morning by the time I finally returned to my dorm. Jessica and Lori were already asleep in their rooms judging from how dark and quiet everything was. The suite was a mess from the party and we would no doubt be spending the next day cleaning, but I was too hungover and tired to care at the moment. It appeared as though Lori and Jessica must have changed my sheets for me though, which I would have to thank them for in the morning. I wouldn’t have been able to sleep on the same sheets that Justin and Lisa had lied on. As I lay in bed trying to sleep, I was kept awake by my regrets. Had I just given myself to a near-stranger? A womanizer? All to get revenge against Justin and Lisa? I had never been so impulsive like this, especially when it came to love. Right now, I felt embarrassed and ashamed of this blunder. Enzo was incredibly attractive and the time we spent together was wonderful, but right now, I just wanted to forget about it. When I woke the next morning, my head pounded and my stomach hurt from all of the drinks from the night before. I rolled out of bed, ignoring my appearance as I stumbled into the kitchen in my oversized t-shirt and shorts. I just needed some coffee. “You know, you could’ve at least told us where you went last night,” Lori said from her usual spot at the kitchen island. She had a cup of coffee in front of her and was reading A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. “I’m sorry,” I replied, my face turning red as I remembered what happened after the party. “I just needed to get out.” “Why didn’t you tell us that you and Justin were a thing?” Jessica suddenly said, emerging from her room with a towel around her hair while she wore a fluffy pink robe and bunny slippers. She folded her arms and glared at me, pouting. I hung my head low as I poured myself a cup of coffee. I tried to hide it as the tears started to well up, but it was no use. Jessica rushed over to me and wrapped her arms around me while Lori watched with a sorry expression on her face. “I’m sorry,” I said between sobs. “H-He told me he just wanted to wait until the right time to make our relationship public. I t-thought he was just being a gentleman.” “Trash,” Lori replied. “Most of them, anyway. Don’t beat yourself up over it. You can do way better than Justin Thurlow.” Jessica nodded and rubbed my back, agreeing with Lori. “Yeah,” she said. “Screw boys. You’re smart and hot and you’re gonna be a doctor! Who needs boys? C’mon, let’s go get some breakfast.” Jessica and Lori were right. Boys were just a waste of time, and I had more important things to think about. I changed into my usual jeans and hoodie, brushed and braided my hair, and went with my roommates to the dining hall. “Oh my god!” Jessica exclaimed as we approached the dining hall. She squealed and pointed at none other than Enzo coming out the door. Jessica’s excitement garnered the attention of other nearby girls, who also squealed and waved as Enzo approached. I grabbed my hair and used it to shield my face. I just wanted to shrink down into myself. Why did I have to run into Enzo right now, the morning after what we had done? To make matters worse, he approached us and stood in front of us. Even Lori seemed a bit excited at his presence. Did he even remember our night together, or was he confused by how strangely I was acting? “Hi, Enzo!” Jessica said, twirling a bit of her hair around her finger. “Are you excited about the homecoming game today?” I kept my gaze fixed on the ground, letting my bangs fall into my face, but I could feel Enzo’s stern gaze on me. “Yeah,” he replied. “Although, it’s not as exciting when we always know we’re gonna crush the other team. I hope they put up a good fight.” Jessica giggled like a giddy schoolgirl. I took a chance and glanced up, hoping to see Enzo walking away, but was met instead by his strong gaze fixed on me. He looked far less animalistic now; maybe his appearance last night was just a trick of the light or a result of the drink. Enzo had his arms folded as he looked at me. He looked almost disapproving. Was he upset that I walked out on him last night? It hardly seemed likely, given his reputation, but my heart still ached a bit. “You ready for practice, Enzo?” another guy said, striding up to us. He looked Jessica up and down hungrily, then glanced at me before looking at Enzo. Enzo nodded and stuck his hands in his pockets, his eyes still on me. “Yeah. Let’s go.” Later that afternoon, after we had cleaned up the dorm, I was in my room studying for an upcoming biology exam when Jessica came into my room. She was wearing a pleated pink mini-skirt, a fuzzy white sweater, and white sneakers with leg warmers. She had a full face of makeup on and her hair was curled perfectly. “Oh my god, you’re not ready yet?” she said, storming over to me and snapping my book shut unceremoniously. “Hey!” I said, throwing my pen down on my desk. “I was studying.” “Studying can wait,” Jessica replied. “Come on, let’s go to the hockey game! I heard some rumors that Enzo is planning on using some new moves.” My heart leaped up into my throat. “I’m not going,” I said, opening my book up to the page I was on. Jessica clearly didn’t like my response, because she stamped her foot on the ground angrily. “Aw, come on!” she whined. “You’re not really gonna make me go alone, are you?” I didn’t have the heart to tell my friend the truth about where I was last night. If she knew that I slept with Enzo, she would be heartbroken. Jessica had been pining away for Enzo since our first semester. He had never given her too much attention, but still, she went to all of his games, cheered him on, and even watched all the live streams of his tournaments online. She always talked about how he was a genius, how his physical abilities were godlike, and how he easily won every game he competed in. “Come on,” Jessica whined again. “Please? For me?” She batted her eyelashes. I sighed and closed my book again, rubbing my tired eyes. “Alright,” I replied, although I really just wanted to hide in my room and never see the star hockey player again. “I’ll go. But you owe me.” Jessica grinned and pranced out of the room while I got ready. I wanted to blend in, so I just wore a hoodie with the university logo on it and jeans. Jessica seemed a bit disappointed in my outfit choice but didn’t say anything as we made our way to the hockey arena. The whole way there, Jessica prattled on about Enzo. “His figure is just so perfect,” she said. “All of those appear in my dreams!” I hated to admit it, but hearing Jessica talk about Enzo made the memories of last night come flooding back… It made my body tingle. I tried to shake the thoughts out of my mind the best I could as we got in line to walk inside the arena, but I just couldn’t. The feeling of Enzo’s strong eyes on me as we were together, our limbs intertwined, was burned into my memory. I only hoped that I could leave this game without being seen by Enzo or Justin. Chapter 4 We walked inside the arena, which was already packed full of excited students. Half of the arena was reserved for our university, while the other half was reserved for the other university. Our school colors were burgundy and gold -- the other university was blue and black. “Let’s find a good seat,” Jessica said. I followed her up the stairs, then we shimmied between rows of seats toward a couple of empty spots. Once we had our seats, I could hear the conversation between other girls around me; their talking points mostly centered around Enzo. “Do you think he’ll make us succeed again?” “Of course! Enzo always plays perfectly.” “I feel so lucky just to be attending the same university as him!” I cringed a bit at the conversation and scrolled on my phone while I waited for the game to start. Beside me, Jessica pulled out a pair of binoculars and started scouring the ice rink. I can see the cheerleaders performing an energetic opening dance on ice skates before the game, with Lisa in the lead. She looked dazzling in her skimpy uniform, with her perfectly tanned legs and her hair pulled up into a high ponytail with a bow. She waved her pom poms around to hype the crowd up. Looking at the girl who stole my boyfriend made me sick. I had never been much of a sports fan, but the way the crowd was getting excited made me excited, too. As the hockey players skated out onto the rink, some of them skated up to certain cheerleaders who were their girlfriends and kissed them publicly. I could see Justin and Lisa exchanging glances. Justin had never brought me to his games, even though we had been dating for a couple of months. When I did go to his games, he never paid any attention to me until after. I thought that he was just shy at the time, but now I knew that he just didn’t want Lisa to see us together. “Don’t pay any attention to Justin,” Jessica said, handing me the binoculars so I could see better. “He’s not worth your time.” I took the binoculars and peered through them. For some reason, I searched for Enzo. I didn’t know why I wanted to see him so badly, but I did. And he saw me. Somehow, despite the thousands of students in this massive arena, Enzo looked directly at me. It was as though he had a sixth sense, like he knew exactly where I was without even having to think. Even from here, I could see the hint of wildness in his eyes from the night before; like I was his prey. I quickly gave the binoculars back to Jessica as my face turned red. Enzo turned away and skated out to the middle of the rink, skating around in circles and pumping his hockey stick in the air while the crowd cheered. All around me, girls screamed and swooned while guys whooped and hollered. The game started. I lost sight of the puck quickly, but was able to follow the game by watching Enzo, who skated as fast as lightning and moved nimbly around the rink as though he was born with ice skates on his feet. He would perform quick moves with his hockey stick to fake out the opponents, hitting the puck between their legs to one of his teammates before zooming away. He moved so quickly that he was almost like a flash. For some reason, it seemed almost supernatural to me… but no one else seemed to notice, so I figured that it was just in my head. Soon, the opponents became frustrated and aggressive. One player in particular -- I think he was the captain of the other team -- started following Enzo closely and trying to trip him up. “C’mon, Enzo!” Jessica shouted. “I hope he doesn’t get hurt,” another girl said from beside me, sitting up in her seat to see over someone in front of us. Enzo scored a goal, and suddenly, the other team’s captain threw his stick and his helmet down on the ice and tackled Enzo. The crowd gasped as they tussled on the ice. The other player threw punches at Enzo while Enzo only blocked and dodged, clearly not wanting to hurt the other player. It was now that I finally realized how much pressure was on Enzo as the star hockey player. I held my breath as I watched the fight, images of us that night flashing in my mind. For some reason, I cared enough about Enzo to not want him to get hurt. I didn’t care to look at Justin for even a second. The referee blew his whistle and broke up the fight. The crowd cheered as Enzo stood and put his helmet back on, covering his curly hair. The other player was put on the bench for his behavior and the game continued with a penalty for the other team. During halftime, the cheerleaders returned to the rink and began their halftime show. “You hungry?” I said to Jessica. She looked at me and shrugged, too involved in her conversation with another girl about how charming Enzo looked dodging the unsportsmanlike competitor during the fight. As long as I had known her, Jessica always had an easy time making friends. I didn’t mind it, because I was more introverted and appreciated the fact that she usually took control of all of the socializing at things like this. I stood and shimmied out of our row, then went down the bleachers toward the food stands. My stomach was growling and the smell of soft pretzels was making me even more hungry. “One soft pretzel, please,” I said to the vendor. “And water, too.” I handed my money to the vendor and waited for my pretzel. Just then, I felt someone watching me and turned around to see none other than Enzo. He was standing with his teammates by the side of the rink as they rested and drank water, but he was staring right at me. His eyes almost glowed. My heart started to race as I found myself unable to break away from his strong gaze. Something about him made me want to walk over to him as if I was in a trance… “Miss? Hello?” The vendor broke me out of my trance. He was holding out my pretzel and my water. “Oh… Sorry,” I said. “Thank you.” I took my pretzel. When I turned back, Enzo was no longer looking at me and was instead entrenched in a conversation with a teammate as though he hadn’t just been staring into my soul. I considered going back to Jessica, but after the encounter with Enzo finding me in the massive crowd and staring at me just now, I only wanted to leave. I decided to make up an excuse later and just go home; Jessica had made some friends already and probably wouldn’t even notice my absence. She could fill me in on the results of the game later. I left the arena, tossing my uneaten pretzel in the trash on the way out as my stomach suddenly felt too sick to eat. The cool autumn air was a bit of a relief as I walked back to the dorms, although I still felt stifled like I was being watched… or hunted. How was Enzo able to spot me in the crowd like that? And why did he always look so animalistic and hungry when he looked at me? I had never heard any of his many other flings complain of such a thing, so maybe it was all in my head. It had to be. Why else would Enzo seem like such a predator? | Listen to books | 145 | https://facebook.com/100093148902033 | 0 | LEARN_MORE | 1692514800 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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You never play with girls more than once. You should be thanking me because I’m just making it easy for you.” “Is that what you really think of me?” Enzo asked. He didn’t try to hide his voice at all. For some reason, I felt more confident confronting him now. “Everyone knows you’re a player who only has fun with girls once before moving on to the next,” I said, stepping around him. He didn’t block me this time, but turned and frowned. “Well, you’re different,” he replied. Was this some sort of prank? The hockey captain, the star of the school, and a player thought I was “different” enough to keep talking to me after we spent a night together? I wondered if Lisa or Justin put him up to this to rub it in that I would never find love. Enzo stepped closer to me and brushed a bit of hair out of my eyes, finally lowering his voice to a whisper. “I want to have a second time with you.” Chapter 1 Nina It was the night of my coming-of-age party. I was most of all excited for one thing: tonight, Justin would finally announce that he was my boyfriend. Justin and I had been seeing each other for a couple of months now, but we had kept things under wraps so far. Frankly, I would have preferred to make our relationship public right away -- he was one of the most handsome and popular guys on campus, and was on the hockey team -- but he insisted that we wait until the right time. “I want to save announcing our relationship for a special night, baby,” he had told me. I had been asking when he would make our relationship public for a while, but maybe he was right; it was best to wait until a special time. That meant that he really loved me, right? As I stood in front of the mirror and admired myself, I felt confident that Justin would make our relationship public tonight. I prepared a surprise for him under my outfit now because I was certain that we would finally spend our first night together. Aside from the surprise above, which was a hot red lace set that I picked out at the mall a couple of days before the party, I was wearing a short, tight skirt that showed off my curves, a pink crop top, and heels. I wore red lipstick and black eyeliner, too. I felt a bit awkward wearing an outfit like this, as I usually dressed in jeans and hoodies; but my roommates, Jessica and Lori, insisted that I dress up for the party. The only thing that I kept the same about myself tonight was my hair, which had bangs and two long braids. I always wore my hair like this and never liked it any other way. Some people said it was childish, but I thought it was cute and practical. “You look so hot, Nina!” Jessica said as I came out of the room. “The guys are gonna be all over you!” I didn’t say anything about Justin. Even my own roommates didn’t know about our relationship. Lori looked at her phone and took another swig of her drink. “Everyone should be here any minute,” she said in her low, sultry voice. Lori was the quintessential “goth girl” on campus, which was a stark contrast from Jessica’s bubbly nature and my studious attitude. Somehow, though, we were all best friends. Just then, the door burst open with the first guests arriving. The group of guys and girls flooded in, whooping and hollering, excited for the party. With a grin, Jessica cranked up the music and started greeting people while I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. Lori walked over to the couch and sat down, scrolling on her phone; she really only ever came to parties for food and drink. Soon enough, the suite was full of people. The LED lights flashed red, green, and blue while the music played loudly, and the guests started getting excited and playing games. The main attraction seemed to be the bar table, where the boys competed like their lives depended on it, but people also hung out around the seating area, played games, and talk on the balcony. A while into the party, Justin finally arrived. I got excited, but instead of coming over to me and greeting me, he simply made a beeline for the bar table and joined the game. During a lull in the game, I sent Justin a text: “Well? Are we gonna announce it?” I watched from the corner as he pulled out his phone, read the text, then pocketed his phone again. He looked at me and subtly shrugged, then returned to his game as though he didn’t even know me. “Are you okay?” Jessica said, coming over to me with an extra drink in her hand for me. I shrugged. “I’m just not much of a partier, that’s all,” I said. “You just need a little courage, that’s all!” she said, clinking her bottle with mine and taking a big swig. I looked down at my drink and frowned. Jessica was right, but the drink wasn’t going to cut it -- not with how Justin was treating me tonight. “How about something more exciting?” I said. Jessica’s eyes lit up and she turned around to face the group, cupping her hands around her mouth to shout. “Hey everyone!” she shouted. “The birthday girl wants shots!” By my seventh shot, however, I started to feel woozy and felt like I was going to throw up. I stumbled down the hall to the bathroom and made it to the toilet just in time. When I was done throwing up, I stood up and made my way over to the sink, where I splashed some cold water on my face and took some deep breaths to sober myself up. I looked at my smudged makeup and my messy hair in the mirror, trying not to cry as I thought about Justin. Why was he treating me like this? Just a few days ago, we were making out behind the hockey arena and now he was acting like he didn’t even know me. Was he just nervous about announcing our relationship, or was it something else? Taking another deep breath and wiping the tears off of my face, I straightened up and decided to go talk to Justin. When I left the bathroom, however, he wasn’t anywhere to be found. “Hey, have you seen Justin?” I asked a guest. She just shrugged her shoulders and pointed toward my bedroom. Maybe he just went inside to be alone for a minute, which would give us some time to talk. I made my way over to my room, weaving drunkenly through the crowd. When I opened the door, however, I wished that I had just stayed away. Justin wasn’t alone. He was with another girl -- it was Lisa, the cheerleading captain. They were tangled together, Justin’s pants pulled down and Lisa’s clothes on the floor. “What is happening!” I screamed. The party went silent, aside from the music, which someone quickly shut off. Justin and Lisa sat up in my bed; Justin looked even more drunk and high than before, but immediately jumped up when he saw me and yanked his pants up. “Nina, it’s not what it looks like,” he said, stumbling toward me while Lisa simply stood up with a smirk, smoothing down her skirt. She strutted out of the room and bumped me with her shoulder on the way out as I continued to stare at Justin in shock and disbelief. Justin stammered as he tried to explain himself. “I’m so sorry, I-” “Justin…” I interrupted, my voice shaking. “We. Are. Done.” Without another word, I turned away and stormed out of the suite with Jessica and Lori calling after me. I walked out of the dorms into the cool spring air, turning this way and that for a bit before deciding to make my way toward town. I walked for a while, fuming the entire time and muttering to myself until I finally made it to a local bar. I nodded gratefully as the bartender poured me a glass, and I sipped it miserably while he disappeared into the kitchen. I pulled my phone out of my pocket to see that I had several missed calls and “Where are you?!?” texts from Jessica and Lori, but I ignored them and tossed my phone down on the bar, taking a big swig and cursing to myself. “Yeah, I hate my phone, too,” a male voice said from beside me. I looked over to see a guy pulling up a barstool a couple of seats down. He was wearing a red flannel shirt and a sharp jawline. He was muscular, too. “I hate everything right now,” I said, swirling my drink around in my glass with my straw. “How come?” The boy looked at me, and just then, I came to a shocking realization: this was Enzo, Justin’s hockey captain, the star of the school, every girl’s dream boy. And he was sitting next to me, in this quiet dive bar, talking to me. Chapter 2 Enzo must have noticed the expression on my face when I finally recognized him, because he smirked and held out a napkin for me. “Your makeup is smudged.” I blushed and grabbed the napkin from his hand, using it to wipe away my makeup while Enzo continued to stare at me. “Rough night?” he said once I finished cleaning up my makeup. “I guess you could say that,” I replied. “You know,” he said, his deep brown eyes studying my face, “you look better without makeup.” His words made me blush even more. What were the odds that the hockey captain would be hitting on me on the night of my birthday, right after my boyfriend had cheated on me? “Do you treat all the girls like this?” I said suddenly, surprised and embarrassed at my own question. It must have been the drink. Enzo simply smirked again and finished the last of his drink. He reached forward and brushed a bit of hair out of my face. “If you’re so intrigued by how I treat girls, why don’t you come and see it for yourself? I live in Dorm B, fourth floor. Room 409.” His voice was low and sultry, and as we leaned closer together, I felt my breathing become slower and more aroused. I frowned then and pulled away. I needed comfort tonight, but not that sort of comfort. “No way,” I said, crossing my arms. “I know your reputation. You’re a player.” “So what if I am?” Enzo murmured. “It’s your decision, but my room is open to you all night. You can just walk right in. No need to knock.” With that, Enzo sat back up and tossed some money down on the bar. “I’ll pay for the lady’s drink,” he said to the bartender, then threw his jacket over his shoulder and sauntered out of the bar. I kept sipping my drink while I thought about the unexpected proposition. Enzo was well-known as an adonis, a handsome player. Ever since Enzo and Lisa -- the cheerleader who stole my boyfriend -- broke up last semester, Enzo became known around the campus for being a bit of a player. He never had another girlfriend after Lisa, and seemed uninterested with women when it came to knowing them for more than one night. I had never been interested in those deeds. In high school, I was nerdy and never had a chance with any of the boys. The one time I thought I had a chance when the football quarterback asked me to prom, it turned out to be a prank. The whole school laughed at me as I showed up in my blue dress, excited to dance with the quarterback, only for him to trip me and make me fall on the dance floor. “Why would I want you?” he had said, pointing and laughing. “Fatty Nina will never have a boyfriend!” After that, I swore that I would just focus on my studies. I eventually grew out of that phase once I started college, and lots of boys tried to get me to hook up with them, but I just wasn’t interested. If I was going to let a boy interrupt my studies, he would have to be perfect. I had thought that Justin would be the one. He seemed so sweet and kind, but I guess that wasn’t the case. After this, I felt like never falling in love again. “Sorry to say this, young lady, but the bar’s closing soon,” the bartender said, breaking me out of my deep thought. I nodded and finished off the last of my drink, then stood and left the bar. The thought of going home right now almost made me sick. Maybe I didn’t have to go home tonight. I showed up at Enzo’s place a little while later. Before I walked in, I hesitated for a little while as I considered just keeping my dignity and going home. But I was all dressed up tonight with expensive lingerie, and besides… with Justin and Lisa’s double betrayal, what would be a better way to get back at them both? Taking a deep breath, I turned the knob and walked into Enzo’s dorm. He was sitting on the couch when I arrived, as though he had been waiting for me. “Changed your mind, eh?” he said, standing and crossing the room toward me. He was much taller than me, and muscular to boot. This close, I could smell his cologne. It sent a shiver down my spine. “So,” he said, “what changed your mind? I thought my reputation scared you.” “I just… Could use a little comfort,” I said. Without saying anything, he leaned down and cupped my chin with his hand. He kissed me deeply. He was soft and sweet, much unlike the rough and rugged hockey player who I had thought he was. After we kissed, he wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up to carry me to the bedroom. We never left each other the whole way there, and when we arrived his dimly lit bedroom he slammed the door behind us and laid me down on the bed. I was trembling, but there was something surprisingly gentle about Enzo’s touch. I had expected a careless brute who only cared about getting himself off, but as he leaned over me and gave me a shockingly sweet, gentle smile, I realized that my assumptions were wrong. Enzo kissed me deeply again, his body pressing against mine. I felt myself relax beneath his touch as my heart began to patter, a wave of emotion washing over me that I hadn’t ever felt before. But there was something that he didn’t know; something that made me nervous and worried that he wouldn’t want to be with me that night after I told him. “I should tell you that I’ve never done this before,” I whispered. Enzo was silent for a few moments. I was worried he wouldn’t want to continue after learning this about me, but then he merely smirked. “I figured,” he replied, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose. “I’ll be gentle with you.” When Enzo touched me after that, he kept true to his promise to be gentle with me. As his hands ran along my body, I noticed that he kept looking up at me with his soft brown eyes as though he was checking on me, and he gave me time to relax before trying to take it further. I was nervous, but something about the way he looked at me gave me a little confidence, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I had been wrong about the hockey player. A few minutes later, he looked me deeply in the eyes as if to ask if I was ready. I was trembling all over, partially from nerves and partially from the tingling in my body. “Lingerie, huh?” he whispered, sounding somewhat amused when he saw my innerwear. I blushed. “Since you went to all that trouble, why don’t you give me a show?” Still blushing, I took a deep breath and did as he asked. My hands shook at first, but soon I began to gain a little more confidence from the way that he looked at me with so much fire in his eyes, and I didn’t feel so nervous. Finally, I revealed myself to him as the last of my clothes hit the floor. Enzo’s eyes were wide as he gazed at me, but the slight smirk on his face never left. Then, with a soft smile, he held his hand out for me. I took it, feeling how small my hand was in his calloused palm, and couldn’t ignore the way my heart fluttered when he pulled me close. We laid beneath the sheets after that, our limbs tangled together and our hearts so close I could feel it beating through his ribcage. I was scared at first, but Enzo reassured me that it was okay. “I’ll be gentle. I promise,” he whispered gently, cradling me close to him. …… When it was over, Enzo and I laid in bed for a minute before he got up and put on his underwear. I sat up, feeling both heavenly and ashamed of myself. There was something different about Enzo now; his body language seemed more wild and dominant, and when he looked at me, his pupils were dilated. His eyes almost seemed like a different color. He smiled at me then and his teeth were sharp and glistening. My heart started to race as I felt like he was a wolf and I was his prey. Swallowing, I stood and put the rest of my clothes on. “See you around.” Before Enzo could reply, I rushed out of the bedroom and left the dorm. What was that look he gave me? Why did he look so… feral? Chapter 3 It was almost four o’clock in the morning by the time I finally returned to my dorm. Jessica and Lori were already asleep in their rooms judging from how dark and quiet everything was. The suite was a mess from the party and we would no doubt be spending the next day cleaning, but I was too hungover and tired to care at the moment. It appeared as though Lori and Jessica must have changed my sheets for me though, which I would have to thank them for in the morning. I wouldn’t have been able to sleep on the same sheets that Justin and Lisa had lied on. As I lay in bed trying to sleep, I was kept awake by my regrets. Had I just given myself to a near-stranger? A womanizer? All to get revenge against Justin and Lisa? I had never been so impulsive like this, especially when it came to love. Right now, I felt embarrassed and ashamed of this blunder. Enzo was incredibly attractive and the time we spent together was wonderful, but right now, I just wanted to forget about it. When I woke the next morning, my head pounded and my stomach hurt from all of the drinks from the night before. I rolled out of bed, ignoring my appearance as I stumbled into the kitchen in my oversized t-shirt and shorts. I just needed some coffee. “You know, you could’ve at least told us where you went last night,” Lori said from her usual spot at the kitchen island. She had a cup of coffee in front of her and was reading A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. “I’m sorry,” I replied, my face turning red as I remembered what happened after the party. “I just needed to get out.” “Why didn’t you tell us that you and Justin were a thing?” Jessica suddenly said, emerging from her room with a towel around her hair while she wore a fluffy pink robe and bunny slippers. She folded her arms and glared at me, pouting. I hung my head low as I poured myself a cup of coffee. I tried to hide it as the tears started to well up, but it was no use. Jessica rushed over to me and wrapped her arms around me while Lori watched with a sorry expression on her face. “I’m sorry,” I said between sobs. “H-He told me he just wanted to wait until the right time to make our relationship public. I t-thought he was just being a gentleman.” “Trash,” Lori replied. “Most of them, anyway. Don’t beat yourself up over it. You can do way better than Justin Thurlow.” Jessica nodded and rubbed my back, agreeing with Lori. “Yeah,” she said. “Screw boys. You’re smart and hot and you’re gonna be a doctor! Who needs boys? C’mon, let’s go get some breakfast.” Jessica and Lori were right. Boys were just a waste of time, and I had more important things to think about. I changed into my usual jeans and hoodie, brushed and braided my hair, and went with my roommates to the dining hall. “Oh my god!” Jessica exclaimed as we approached the dining hall. She squealed and pointed at none other than Enzo coming out the door. Jessica’s excitement garnered the attention of other nearby girls, who also squealed and waved as Enzo approached. I grabbed my hair and used it to shield my face. I just wanted to shrink down into myself. Why did I have to run into Enzo right now, the morning after what we had done? To make matters worse, he approached us and stood in front of us. Even Lori seemed a bit excited at his presence. Did he even remember our night together, or was he confused by how strangely I was acting? “Hi, Enzo!” Jessica said, twirling a bit of her hair around her finger. “Are you excited about the homecoming game today?” I kept my gaze fixed on the ground, letting my bangs fall into my face, but I could feel Enzo’s stern gaze on me. “Yeah,” he replied. “Although, it’s not as exciting when we always know we’re gonna crush the other team. I hope they put up a good fight.” Jessica giggled like a giddy schoolgirl. I took a chance and glanced up, hoping to see Enzo walking away, but was met instead by his strong gaze fixed on me. He looked far less animalistic now; maybe his appearance last night was just a trick of the light or a result of the drink. Enzo had his arms folded as he looked at me. He looked almost disapproving. Was he upset that I walked out on him last night? It hardly seemed likely, given his reputation, but my heart still ached a bit. “You ready for practice, Enzo?” another guy said, striding up to us. He looked Jessica up and down hungrily, then glanced at me before looking at Enzo. Enzo nodded and stuck his hands in his pockets, his eyes still on me. “Yeah. Let’s go.” Later that afternoon, after we had cleaned up the dorm, I was in my room studying for an upcoming biology exam when Jessica came into my room. She was wearing a pleated pink mini-skirt, a fuzzy white sweater, and white sneakers with leg warmers. She had a full face of makeup on and her hair was curled perfectly. “Oh my god, you’re not ready yet?” she said, storming over to me and snapping my book shut unceremoniously. “Hey!” I said, throwing my pen down on my desk. “I was studying.” “Studying can wait,” Jessica replied. “Come on, let’s go to the hockey game! I heard some rumors that Enzo is planning on using some new moves.” My heart leaped up into my throat. “I’m not going,” I said, opening my book up to the page I was on. Jessica clearly didn’t like my response, because she stamped her foot on the ground angrily. “Aw, come on!” she whined. “You’re not really gonna make me go alone, are you?” I didn’t have the heart to tell my friend the truth about where I was last night. If she knew that I slept with Enzo, she would be heartbroken. Jessica had been pining away for Enzo since our first semester. He had never given her too much attention, but still, she went to all of his games, cheered him on, and even watched all the live streams of his tournaments online. She always talked about how he was a genius, how his physical abilities were godlike, and how he easily won every game he competed in. “Come on,” Jessica whined again. “Please? For me?” She batted her eyelashes. I sighed and closed my book again, rubbing my tired eyes. “Alright,” I replied, although I really just wanted to hide in my room and never see the star hockey player again. “I’ll go. But you owe me.” Jessica grinned and pranced out of the room while I got ready. I wanted to blend in, so I just wore a hoodie with the university logo on it and jeans. Jessica seemed a bit disappointed in my outfit choice but didn’t say anything as we made our way to the hockey arena. The whole way there, Jessica prattled on about Enzo. “His figure is just so perfect,” she said. “All of those appear in my dreams!” I hated to admit it, but hearing Jessica talk about Enzo made the memories of last night come flooding back… It made my body tingle. I tried to shake the thoughts out of my mind the best I could as we got in line to walk inside the arena, but I just couldn’t. The feeling of Enzo’s strong eyes on me as we were together, our limbs intertwined, was burned into my memory. I only hoped that I could leave this game without being seen by Enzo or Justin. Chapter 4 We walked inside the arena, which was already packed full of excited students. Half of the arena was reserved for our university, while the other half was reserved for the other university. Our school colors were burgundy and gold -- the other university was blue and black. “Let’s find a good seat,” Jessica said. I followed her up the stairs, then we shimmied between rows of seats toward a couple of empty spots. Once we had our seats, I could hear the conversation between other girls around me; their talking points mostly centered around Enzo. “Do you think he’ll make us succeed again?” “Of course! Enzo always plays perfectly.” “I feel so lucky just to be attending the same university as him!” I cringed a bit at the conversation and scrolled on my phone while I waited for the game to start. Beside me, Jessica pulled out a pair of binoculars and started scouring the ice rink. I can see the cheerleaders performing an energetic opening dance on ice skates before the game, with Lisa in the lead. She looked dazzling in her skimpy uniform, with her perfectly tanned legs and her hair pulled up into a high ponytail with a bow. She waved her pom poms around to hype the crowd up. Looking at the girl who stole my boyfriend made me sick. I had never been much of a sports fan, but the way the crowd was getting excited made me excited, too. As the hockey players skated out onto the rink, some of them skated up to certain cheerleaders who were their girlfriends and kissed them publicly. I could see Justin and Lisa exchanging glances. Justin had never brought me to his games, even though we had been dating for a couple of months. When I did go to his games, he never paid any attention to me until after. I thought that he was just shy at the time, but now I knew that he just didn’t want Lisa to see us together. “Don’t pay any attention to Justin,” Jessica said, handing me the binoculars so I could see better. “He’s not worth your time.” I took the binoculars and peered through them. For some reason, I searched for Enzo. I didn’t know why I wanted to see him so badly, but I did. And he saw me. Somehow, despite the thousands of students in this massive arena, Enzo looked directly at me. It was as though he had a sixth sense, like he knew exactly where I was without even having to think. Even from here, I could see the hint of wildness in his eyes from the night before; like I was his prey. I quickly gave the binoculars back to Jessica as my face turned red. Enzo turned away and skated out to the middle of the rink, skating around in circles and pumping his hockey stick in the air while the crowd cheered. All around me, girls screamed and swooned while guys whooped and hollered. The game started. I lost sight of the puck quickly, but was able to follow the game by watching Enzo, who skated as fast as lightning and moved nimbly around the rink as though he was born with ice skates on his feet. He would perform quick moves with his hockey stick to fake out the opponents, hitting the puck between their legs to one of his teammates before zooming away. He moved so quickly that he was almost like a flash. For some reason, it seemed almost supernatural to me… but no one else seemed to notice, so I figured that it was just in my head. Soon, the opponents became frustrated and aggressive. One player in particular -- I think he was the captain of the other team -- started following Enzo closely and trying to trip him up. “C’mon, Enzo!” Jessica shouted. “I hope he doesn’t get hurt,” another girl said from beside me, sitting up in her seat to see over someone in front of us. Enzo scored a goal, and suddenly, the other team’s captain threw his stick and his helmet down on the ice and tackled Enzo. The crowd gasped as they tussled on the ice. The other player threw punches at Enzo while Enzo only blocked and dodged, clearly not wanting to hurt the other player. It was now that I finally realized how much pressure was on Enzo as the star hockey player. I held my breath as I watched the fight, images of us that night flashing in my mind. For some reason, I cared enough about Enzo to not want him to get hurt. I didn’t care to look at Justin for even a second. The referee blew his whistle and broke up the fight. The crowd cheered as Enzo stood and put his helmet back on, covering his curly hair. The other player was put on the bench for his behavior and the game continued with a penalty for the other team. During halftime, the cheerleaders returned to the rink and began their halftime show. “You hungry?” I said to Jessica. She looked at me and shrugged, too involved in her conversation with another girl about how charming Enzo looked dodging the unsportsmanlike competitor during the fight. As long as I had known her, Jessica always had an easy time making friends. I didn’t mind it, because I was more introverted and appreciated the fact that she usually took control of all of the socializing at things like this. I stood and shimmied out of our row, then went down the bleachers toward the food stands. My stomach was growling and the smell of soft pretzels was making me even more hungry. “One soft pretzel, please,” I said to the vendor. “And water, too.” I handed my money to the vendor and waited for my pretzel. Just then, I felt someone watching me and turned around to see none other than Enzo. He was standing with his teammates by the side of the rink as they rested and drank water, but he was staring right at me. His eyes almost glowed. My heart started to race as I found myself unable to break away from his strong gaze. Something about him made me want to walk over to him as if I was in a trance… “Miss? Hello?” The vendor broke me out of my trance. He was holding out my pretzel and my water. “Oh… Sorry,” I said. “Thank you.” I took my pretzel. When I turned back, Enzo was no longer looking at me and was instead entrenched in a conversation with a teammate as though he hadn’t just been staring into my soul. I considered going back to Jessica, but after the encounter with Enzo finding me in the massive crowd and staring at me just now, I only wanted to leave. I decided to make up an excuse later and just go home; Jessica had made some friends already and probably wouldn’t even notice my absence. She could fill me in on the results of the game later. I left the arena, tossing my uneaten pretzel in the trash on the way out as my stomach suddenly felt too sick to eat. The cool autumn air was a bit of a relief as I walked back to the dorms, although I still felt stifled like I was being watched… or hunted. How was Enzo able to spot me in the crowd like that? And why did he always look so animalistic and hungry when he looked at me? I had never heard any of his many other flings complain of such a thing, so maybe it was all in my head. It had to be. Why else would Enzo seem like such a predator? | Listen to books | 145 | https://facebook.com/100093148902033 | 0 | LEARN_MORE | 1692514800 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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You never play with girls more than once. You should be thanking me because I’m just making it easy for you.” “Is that what you really think of me?” Enzo asked. He didn’t try to hide his voice at all. For some reason, I felt more confident confronting him now. “Everyone knows you’re a player who only has fun with girls once before moving on to the next,” I said, stepping around him. He didn’t block me this time, but turned and frowned. “Well, you’re different,” he replied. Was this some sort of prank? The hockey captain, the star of the school, and a player thought I was “different” enough to keep talking to me after we spent a night together? I wondered if Lisa or Justin put him up to this to rub it in that I would never find love. Enzo stepped closer to me and brushed a bit of hair out of my eyes, finally lowering his voice to a whisper. “I want to have a second time with you.” Chapter 1 Nina It was the night of my coming-of-age party. I was most of all excited for one thing: tonight, Justin would finally announce that he was my boyfriend. Justin and I had been seeing each other for a couple of months now, but we had kept things under wraps so far. Frankly, I would have preferred to make our relationship public right away -- he was one of the most handsome and popular guys on campus, and was on the hockey team -- but he insisted that we wait until the right time. “I want to save announcing our relationship for a special night, baby,” he had told me. I had been asking when he would make our relationship public for a while, but maybe he was right; it was best to wait until a special time. That meant that he really loved me, right? As I stood in front of the mirror and admired myself, I felt confident that Justin would make our relationship public tonight. I prepared a surprise for him under my outfit now because I was certain that we would finally spend our first night together. Aside from the surprise above, which was a hot red lace set that I picked out at the mall a couple of days before the party, I was wearing a short, tight skirt that showed off my curves, a pink crop top, and heels. I wore red lipstick and black eyeliner, too. I felt a bit awkward wearing an outfit like this, as I usually dressed in jeans and hoodies; but my roommates, Jessica and Lori, insisted that I dress up for the party. The only thing that I kept the same about myself tonight was my hair, which had bangs and two long braids. I always wore my hair like this and never liked it any other way. Some people said it was childish, but I thought it was cute and practical. “You look so hot, Nina!” Jessica said as I came out of the room. “The guys are gonna be all over you!” I didn’t say anything about Justin. Even my own roommates didn’t know about our relationship. Lori looked at her phone and took another swig of her drink. “Everyone should be here any minute,” she said in her low, sultry voice. Lori was the quintessential “goth girl” on campus, which was a stark contrast from Jessica’s bubbly nature and my studious attitude. Somehow, though, we were all best friends. Just then, the door burst open with the first guests arriving. The group of guys and girls flooded in, whooping and hollering, excited for the party. With a grin, Jessica cranked up the music and started greeting people while I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. Lori walked over to the couch and sat down, scrolling on her phone; she really only ever came to parties for food and drink. Soon enough, the suite was full of people. The LED lights flashed red, green, and blue while the music played loudly, and the guests started getting excited and playing games. The main attraction seemed to be the bar table, where the boys competed like their lives depended on it, but people also hung out around the seating area, played games, and talk on the balcony. A while into the party, Justin finally arrived. I got excited, but instead of coming over to me and greeting me, he simply made a beeline for the bar table and joined the game. During a lull in the game, I sent Justin a text: “Well? Are we gonna announce it?” I watched from the corner as he pulled out his phone, read the text, then pocketed his phone again. He looked at me and subtly shrugged, then returned to his game as though he didn’t even know me. “Are you okay?” Jessica said, coming over to me with an extra drink in her hand for me. I shrugged. “I’m just not much of a partier, that’s all,” I said. “You just need a little courage, that’s all!” she said, clinking her bottle with mine and taking a big swig. I looked down at my drink and frowned. Jessica was right, but the drink wasn’t going to cut it -- not with how Justin was treating me tonight. “How about something more exciting?” I said. Jessica’s eyes lit up and she turned around to face the group, cupping her hands around her mouth to shout. “Hey everyone!” she shouted. “The birthday girl wants shots!” By my seventh shot, however, I started to feel woozy and felt like I was going to throw up. I stumbled down the hall to the bathroom and made it to the toilet just in time. When I was done throwing up, I stood up and made my way over to the sink, where I splashed some cold water on my face and took some deep breaths to sober myself up. I looked at my smudged makeup and my messy hair in the mirror, trying not to cry as I thought about Justin. Why was he treating me like this? Just a few days ago, we were making out behind the hockey arena and now he was acting like he didn’t even know me. Was he just nervous about announcing our relationship, or was it something else? Taking another deep breath and wiping the tears off of my face, I straightened up and decided to go talk to Justin. When I left the bathroom, however, he wasn’t anywhere to be found. “Hey, have you seen Justin?” I asked a guest. She just shrugged her shoulders and pointed toward my bedroom. Maybe he just went inside to be alone for a minute, which would give us some time to talk. I made my way over to my room, weaving drunkenly through the crowd. When I opened the door, however, I wished that I had just stayed away. Justin wasn’t alone. He was with another girl -- it was Lisa, the cheerleading captain. They were tangled together, Justin’s pants pulled down and Lisa’s clothes on the floor. “What is happening!” I screamed. The party went silent, aside from the music, which someone quickly shut off. Justin and Lisa sat up in my bed; Justin looked even more drunk and high than before, but immediately jumped up when he saw me and yanked his pants up. “Nina, it’s not what it looks like,” he said, stumbling toward me while Lisa simply stood up with a smirk, smoothing down her skirt. She strutted out of the room and bumped me with her shoulder on the way out as I continued to stare at Justin in shock and disbelief. Justin stammered as he tried to explain himself. “I’m so sorry, I-” “Justin…” I interrupted, my voice shaking. “We. Are. Done.” Without another word, I turned away and stormed out of the suite with Jessica and Lori calling after me. I walked out of the dorms into the cool spring air, turning this way and that for a bit before deciding to make my way toward town. I walked for a while, fuming the entire time and muttering to myself until I finally made it to a local bar. I nodded gratefully as the bartender poured me a glass, and I sipped it miserably while he disappeared into the kitchen. I pulled my phone out of my pocket to see that I had several missed calls and “Where are you?!?” texts from Jessica and Lori, but I ignored them and tossed my phone down on the bar, taking a big swig and cursing to myself. “Yeah, I hate my phone, too,” a male voice said from beside me. I looked over to see a guy pulling up a barstool a couple of seats down. He was wearing a red flannel shirt and a sharp jawline. He was muscular, too. “I hate everything right now,” I said, swirling my drink around in my glass with my straw. “How come?” The boy looked at me, and just then, I came to a shocking realization: this was Enzo, Justin’s hockey captain, the star of the school, every girl’s dream boy. And he was sitting next to me, in this quiet dive bar, talking to me. Chapter 2 Enzo must have noticed the expression on my face when I finally recognized him, because he smirked and held out a napkin for me. “Your makeup is smudged.” I blushed and grabbed the napkin from his hand, using it to wipe away my makeup while Enzo continued to stare at me. “Rough night?” he said once I finished cleaning up my makeup. “I guess you could say that,” I replied. “You know,” he said, his deep brown eyes studying my face, “you look better without makeup.” His words made me blush even more. What were the odds that the hockey captain would be hitting on me on the night of my birthday, right after my boyfriend had cheated on me? “Do you treat all the girls like this?” I said suddenly, surprised and embarrassed at my own question. It must have been the drink. Enzo simply smirked again and finished the last of his drink. He reached forward and brushed a bit of hair out of my face. “If you’re so intrigued by how I treat girls, why don’t you come and see it for yourself? I live in Dorm B, fourth floor. Room 409.” His voice was low and sultry, and as we leaned closer together, I felt my breathing become slower and more aroused. I frowned then and pulled away. I needed comfort tonight, but not that sort of comfort. “No way,” I said, crossing my arms. “I know your reputation. You’re a player.” “So what if I am?” Enzo murmured. “It’s your decision, but my room is open to you all night. You can just walk right in. No need to knock.” With that, Enzo sat back up and tossed some money down on the bar. “I’ll pay for the lady’s drink,” he said to the bartender, then threw his jacket over his shoulder and sauntered out of the bar. I kept sipping my drink while I thought about the unexpected proposition. Enzo was well-known as an adonis, a handsome player. Ever since Enzo and Lisa -- the cheerleader who stole my boyfriend -- broke up last semester, Enzo became known around the campus for being a bit of a player. He never had another girlfriend after Lisa, and seemed uninterested with women when it came to knowing them for more than one night. I had never been interested in those deeds. In high school, I was nerdy and never had a chance with any of the boys. The one time I thought I had a chance when the football quarterback asked me to prom, it turned out to be a prank. The whole school laughed at me as I showed up in my blue dress, excited to dance with the quarterback, only for him to trip me and make me fall on the dance floor. “Why would I want you?” he had said, pointing and laughing. “Fatty Nina will never have a boyfriend!” After that, I swore that I would just focus on my studies. I eventually grew out of that phase once I started college, and lots of boys tried to get me to hook up with them, but I just wasn’t interested. If I was going to let a boy interrupt my studies, he would have to be perfect. I had thought that Justin would be the one. He seemed so sweet and kind, but I guess that wasn’t the case. After this, I felt like never falling in love again. “Sorry to say this, young lady, but the bar’s closing soon,” the bartender said, breaking me out of my deep thought. I nodded and finished off the last of my drink, then stood and left the bar. The thought of going home right now almost made me sick. Maybe I didn’t have to go home tonight. I showed up at Enzo’s place a little while later. Before I walked in, I hesitated for a little while as I considered just keeping my dignity and going home. But I was all dressed up tonight with expensive lingerie, and besides… with Justin and Lisa’s double betrayal, what would be a better way to get back at them both? Taking a deep breath, I turned the knob and walked into Enzo’s dorm. He was sitting on the couch when I arrived, as though he had been waiting for me. “Changed your mind, eh?” he said, standing and crossing the room toward me. He was much taller than me, and muscular to boot. This close, I could smell his cologne. It sent a shiver down my spine. “So,” he said, “what changed your mind? I thought my reputation scared you.” “I just… Could use a little comfort,” I said. Without saying anything, he leaned down and cupped my chin with his hand. He kissed me deeply. He was soft and sweet, much unlike the rough and rugged hockey player who I had thought he was. After we kissed, he wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up to carry me to the bedroom. We never left each other the whole way there, and when we arrived his dimly lit bedroom he slammed the door behind us and laid me down on the bed. I was trembling, but there was something surprisingly gentle about Enzo’s touch. I had expected a careless brute who only cared about getting himself off, but as he leaned over me and gave me a shockingly sweet, gentle smile, I realized that my assumptions were wrong. Enzo kissed me deeply again, his body pressing against mine. I felt myself relax beneath his touch as my heart began to patter, a wave of emotion washing over me that I hadn’t ever felt before. But there was something that he didn’t know; something that made me nervous and worried that he wouldn’t want to be with me that night after I told him. “I should tell you that I’ve never done this before,” I whispered. Enzo was silent for a few moments. I was worried he wouldn’t want to continue after learning this about me, but then he merely smirked. “I figured,” he replied, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose. “I’ll be gentle with you.” When Enzo touched me after that, he kept true to his promise to be gentle with me. As his hands ran along my body, I noticed that he kept looking up at me with his soft brown eyes as though he was checking on me, and he gave me time to relax before trying to take it further. I was nervous, but something about the way he looked at me gave me a little confidence, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I had been wrong about the hockey player. A few minutes later, he looked me deeply in the eyes as if to ask if I was ready. I was trembling all over, partially from nerves and partially from the tingling in my body. “Lingerie, huh?” he whispered, sounding somewhat amused when he saw my innerwear. I blushed. “Since you went to all that trouble, why don’t you give me a show?” Still blushing, I took a deep breath and did as he asked. My hands shook at first, but soon I began to gain a little more confidence from the way that he looked at me with so much fire in his eyes, and I didn’t feel so nervous. Finally, I revealed myself to him as the last of my clothes hit the floor. Enzo’s eyes were wide as he gazed at me, but the slight smirk on his face never left. Then, with a soft smile, he held his hand out for me. I took it, feeling how small my hand was in his calloused palm, and couldn’t ignore the way my heart fluttered when he pulled me close. We laid beneath the sheets after that, our limbs tangled together and our hearts so close I could feel it beating through his ribcage. I was scared at first, but Enzo reassured me that it was okay. “I’ll be gentle. I promise,” he whispered gently, cradling me close to him. …… When it was over, Enzo and I laid in bed for a minute before he got up and put on his underwear. I sat up, feeling both heavenly and ashamed of myself. There was something different about Enzo now; his body language seemed more wild and dominant, and when he looked at me, his pupils were dilated. His eyes almost seemed like a different color. He smiled at me then and his teeth were sharp and glistening. My heart started to race as I felt like he was a wolf and I was his prey. Swallowing, I stood and put the rest of my clothes on. “See you around.” Before Enzo could reply, I rushed out of the bedroom and left the dorm. What was that look he gave me? Why did he look so… feral? Chapter 3 It was almost four o’clock in the morning by the time I finally returned to my dorm. Jessica and Lori were already asleep in their rooms judging from how dark and quiet everything was. The suite was a mess from the party and we would no doubt be spending the next day cleaning, but I was too hungover and tired to care at the moment. It appeared as though Lori and Jessica must have changed my sheets for me though, which I would have to thank them for in the morning. I wouldn’t have been able to sleep on the same sheets that Justin and Lisa had lied on. As I lay in bed trying to sleep, I was kept awake by my regrets. Had I just given myself to a near-stranger? A womanizer? All to get revenge against Justin and Lisa? I had never been so impulsive like this, especially when it came to love. Right now, I felt embarrassed and ashamed of this blunder. Enzo was incredibly attractive and the time we spent together was wonderful, but right now, I just wanted to forget about it. When I woke the next morning, my head pounded and my stomach hurt from all of the drinks from the night before. I rolled out of bed, ignoring my appearance as I stumbled into the kitchen in my oversized t-shirt and shorts. I just needed some coffee. “You know, you could’ve at least told us where you went last night,” Lori said from her usual spot at the kitchen island. She had a cup of coffee in front of her and was reading A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. “I’m sorry,” I replied, my face turning red as I remembered what happened after the party. “I just needed to get out.” “Why didn’t you tell us that you and Justin were a thing?” Jessica suddenly said, emerging from her room with a towel around her hair while she wore a fluffy pink robe and bunny slippers. She folded her arms and glared at me, pouting. I hung my head low as I poured myself a cup of coffee. I tried to hide it as the tears started to well up, but it was no use. Jessica rushed over to me and wrapped her arms around me while Lori watched with a sorry expression on her face. “I’m sorry,” I said between sobs. “H-He told me he just wanted to wait until the right time to make our relationship public. I t-thought he was just being a gentleman.” “Trash,” Lori replied. “Most of them, anyway. Don’t beat yourself up over it. You can do way better than Justin Thurlow.” Jessica nodded and rubbed my back, agreeing with Lori. “Yeah,” she said. “Screw boys. You’re smart and hot and you’re gonna be a doctor! Who needs boys? C’mon, let’s go get some breakfast.” Jessica and Lori were right. Boys were just a waste of time, and I had more important things to think about. I changed into my usual jeans and hoodie, brushed and braided my hair, and went with my roommates to the dining hall. “Oh my god!” Jessica exclaimed as we approached the dining hall. She squealed and pointed at none other than Enzo coming out the door. Jessica’s excitement garnered the attention of other nearby girls, who also squealed and waved as Enzo approached. I grabbed my hair and used it to shield my face. I just wanted to shrink down into myself. Why did I have to run into Enzo right now, the morning after what we had done? To make matters worse, he approached us and stood in front of us. Even Lori seemed a bit excited at his presence. Did he even remember our night together, or was he confused by how strangely I was acting? “Hi, Enzo!” Jessica said, twirling a bit of her hair around her finger. “Are you excited about the homecoming game today?” I kept my gaze fixed on the ground, letting my bangs fall into my face, but I could feel Enzo’s stern gaze on me. “Yeah,” he replied. “Although, it’s not as exciting when we always know we’re gonna crush the other team. I hope they put up a good fight.” Jessica giggled like a giddy schoolgirl. I took a chance and glanced up, hoping to see Enzo walking away, but was met instead by his strong gaze fixed on me. He looked far less animalistic now; maybe his appearance last night was just a trick of the light or a result of the drink. Enzo had his arms folded as he looked at me. He looked almost disapproving. Was he upset that I walked out on him last night? It hardly seemed likely, given his reputation, but my heart still ached a bit. “You ready for practice, Enzo?” another guy said, striding up to us. He looked Jessica up and down hungrily, then glanced at me before looking at Enzo. Enzo nodded and stuck his hands in his pockets, his eyes still on me. “Yeah. Let’s go.” Later that afternoon, after we had cleaned up the dorm, I was in my room studying for an upcoming biology exam when Jessica came into my room. She was wearing a pleated pink mini-skirt, a fuzzy white sweater, and white sneakers with leg warmers. She had a full face of makeup on and her hair was curled perfectly. “Oh my god, you’re not ready yet?” she said, storming over to me and snapping my book shut unceremoniously. “Hey!” I said, throwing my pen down on my desk. “I was studying.” “Studying can wait,” Jessica replied. “Come on, let’s go to the hockey game! I heard some rumors that Enzo is planning on using some new moves.” My heart leaped up into my throat. “I’m not going,” I said, opening my book up to the page I was on. Jessica clearly didn’t like my response, because she stamped her foot on the ground angrily. “Aw, come on!” she whined. “You’re not really gonna make me go alone, are you?” I didn’t have the heart to tell my friend the truth about where I was last night. If she knew that I slept with Enzo, she would be heartbroken. Jessica had been pining away for Enzo since our first semester. He had never given her too much attention, but still, she went to all of his games, cheered him on, and even watched all the live streams of his tournaments online. She always talked about how he was a genius, how his physical abilities were godlike, and how he easily won every game he competed in. “Come on,” Jessica whined again. “Please? For me?” She batted her eyelashes. I sighed and closed my book again, rubbing my tired eyes. “Alright,” I replied, although I really just wanted to hide in my room and never see the star hockey player again. “I’ll go. But you owe me.” Jessica grinned and pranced out of the room while I got ready. I wanted to blend in, so I just wore a hoodie with the university logo on it and jeans. Jessica seemed a bit disappointed in my outfit choice but didn’t say anything as we made our way to the hockey arena. The whole way there, Jessica prattled on about Enzo. “His figure is just so perfect,” she said. “All of those appear in my dreams!” I hated to admit it, but hearing Jessica talk about Enzo made the memories of last night come flooding back… It made my body tingle. I tried to shake the thoughts out of my mind the best I could as we got in line to walk inside the arena, but I just couldn’t. The feeling of Enzo’s strong eyes on me as we were together, our limbs intertwined, was burned into my memory. I only hoped that I could leave this game without being seen by Enzo or Justin. Chapter 4 We walked inside the arena, which was already packed full of excited students. Half of the arena was reserved for our university, while the other half was reserved for the other university. Our school colors were burgundy and gold -- the other university was blue and black. “Let’s find a good seat,” Jessica said. I followed her up the stairs, then we shimmied between rows of seats toward a couple of empty spots. Once we had our seats, I could hear the conversation between other girls around me; their talking points mostly centered around Enzo. “Do you think he’ll make us succeed again?” “Of course! Enzo always plays perfectly.” “I feel so lucky just to be attending the same university as him!” I cringed a bit at the conversation and scrolled on my phone while I waited for the game to start. Beside me, Jessica pulled out a pair of binoculars and started scouring the ice rink. I can see the cheerleaders performing an energetic opening dance on ice skates before the game, with Lisa in the lead. She looked dazzling in her skimpy uniform, with her perfectly tanned legs and her hair pulled up into a high ponytail with a bow. She waved her pom poms around to hype the crowd up. Looking at the girl who stole my boyfriend made me sick. I had never been much of a sports fan, but the way the crowd was getting excited made me excited, too. As the hockey players skated out onto the rink, some of them skated up to certain cheerleaders who were their girlfriends and kissed them publicly. I could see Justin and Lisa exchanging glances. Justin had never brought me to his games, even though we had been dating for a couple of months. When I did go to his games, he never paid any attention to me until after. I thought that he was just shy at the time, but now I knew that he just didn’t want Lisa to see us together. “Don’t pay any attention to Justin,” Jessica said, handing me the binoculars so I could see better. “He’s not worth your time.” I took the binoculars and peered through them. For some reason, I searched for Enzo. I didn’t know why I wanted to see him so badly, but I did. And he saw me. Somehow, despite the thousands of students in this massive arena, Enzo looked directly at me. It was as though he had a sixth sense, like he knew exactly where I was without even having to think. Even from here, I could see the hint of wildness in his eyes from the night before; like I was his prey. I quickly gave the binoculars back to Jessica as my face turned red. Enzo turned away and skated out to the middle of the rink, skating around in circles and pumping his hockey stick in the air while the crowd cheered. All around me, girls screamed and swooned while guys whooped and hollered. The game started. I lost sight of the puck quickly, but was able to follow the game by watching Enzo, who skated as fast as lightning and moved nimbly around the rink as though he was born with ice skates on his feet. He would perform quick moves with his hockey stick to fake out the opponents, hitting the puck between their legs to one of his teammates before zooming away. He moved so quickly that he was almost like a flash. For some reason, it seemed almost supernatural to me… but no one else seemed to notice, so I figured that it was just in my head. Soon, the opponents became frustrated and aggressive. One player in particular -- I think he was the captain of the other team -- started following Enzo closely and trying to trip him up. “C’mon, Enzo!” Jessica shouted. “I hope he doesn’t get hurt,” another girl said from beside me, sitting up in her seat to see over someone in front of us. Enzo scored a goal, and suddenly, the other team’s captain threw his stick and his helmet down on the ice and tackled Enzo. The crowd gasped as they tussled on the ice. The other player threw punches at Enzo while Enzo only blocked and dodged, clearly not wanting to hurt the other player. It was now that I finally realized how much pressure was on Enzo as the star hockey player. I held my breath as I watched the fight, images of us that night flashing in my mind. For some reason, I cared enough about Enzo to not want him to get hurt. I didn’t care to look at Justin for even a second. The referee blew his whistle and broke up the fight. The crowd cheered as Enzo stood and put his helmet back on, covering his curly hair. The other player was put on the bench for his behavior and the game continued with a penalty for the other team. During halftime, the cheerleaders returned to the rink and began their halftime show. “You hungry?” I said to Jessica. She looked at me and shrugged, too involved in her conversation with another girl about how charming Enzo looked dodging the unsportsmanlike competitor during the fight. As long as I had known her, Jessica always had an easy time making friends. I didn’t mind it, because I was more introverted and appreciated the fact that she usually took control of all of the socializing at things like this. I stood and shimmied out of our row, then went down the bleachers toward the food stands. My stomach was growling and the smell of soft pretzels was making me even more hungry. “One soft pretzel, please,” I said to the vendor. “And water, too.” I handed my money to the vendor and waited for my pretzel. Just then, I felt someone watching me and turned around to see none other than Enzo. He was standing with his teammates by the side of the rink as they rested and drank water, but he was staring right at me. His eyes almost glowed. My heart started to race as I found myself unable to break away from his strong gaze. Something about him made me want to walk over to him as if I was in a trance… “Miss? Hello?” The vendor broke me out of my trance. He was holding out my pretzel and my water. “Oh… Sorry,” I said. “Thank you.” I took my pretzel. When I turned back, Enzo was no longer looking at me and was instead entrenched in a conversation with a teammate as though he hadn’t just been staring into my soul. I considered going back to Jessica, but after the encounter with Enzo finding me in the massive crowd and staring at me just now, I only wanted to leave. I decided to make up an excuse later and just go home; Jessica had made some friends already and probably wouldn’t even notice my absence. She could fill me in on the results of the game later. I left the arena, tossing my uneaten pretzel in the trash on the way out as my stomach suddenly felt too sick to eat. The cool autumn air was a bit of a relief as I walked back to the dorms, although I still felt stifled like I was being watched… or hunted. How was Enzo able to spot me in the crowd like that? And why did he always look so animalistic and hungry when he looked at me? I had never heard any of his many other flings complain of such a thing, so maybe it was all in my head. It had to be. Why else would Enzo seem like such a predator? | Listen to books | 145 | https://facebook.com/100093148902033 | 0 | LEARN_MORE | 1692514800 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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You never play with girls more than once. You should be thanking me because I’m just making it easy for you.” “Is that what you really think of me?” Enzo asked. He didn’t try to hide his voice at all. For some reason, I felt more confident confronting him now. “Everyone knows you’re a player who only has fun with girls once before moving on to the next,” I said, stepping around him. He didn’t block me this time, but turned and frowned. “Well, you’re different,” he replied. Was this some sort of prank? The hockey captain, the star of the school, and a player thought I was “different” enough to keep talking to me after we spent a night together? I wondered if Lisa or Justin put him up to this to rub it in that I would never find love. Enzo stepped closer to me and brushed a bit of hair out of my eyes, finally lowering his voice to a whisper. “I want to have a second time with you.” Chapter 1 Nina It was the night of my coming-of-age party. I was most of all excited for one thing: tonight, Justin would finally announce that he was my boyfriend. Justin and I had been seeing each other for a couple of months now, but we had kept things under wraps so far. Frankly, I would have preferred to make our relationship public right away -- he was one of the most handsome and popular guys on campus, and was on the hockey team -- but he insisted that we wait until the right time. “I want to save announcing our relationship for a special night, baby,” he had told me. I had been asking when he would make our relationship public for a while, but maybe he was right; it was best to wait until a special time. That meant that he really loved me, right? As I stood in front of the mirror and admired myself, I felt confident that Justin would make our relationship public tonight. I prepared a surprise for him under my outfit now because I was certain that we would finally spend our first night together. Aside from the surprise above, which was a hot red lace set that I picked out at the mall a couple of days before the party, I was wearing a short, tight skirt that showed off my curves, a pink crop top, and heels. I wore red lipstick and black eyeliner, too. I felt a bit awkward wearing an outfit like this, as I usually dressed in jeans and hoodies; but my roommates, Jessica and Lori, insisted that I dress up for the party. The only thing that I kept the same about myself tonight was my hair, which had bangs and two long braids. I always wore my hair like this and never liked it any other way. Some people said it was childish, but I thought it was cute and practical. “You look so hot, Nina!” Jessica said as I came out of the room. “The guys are gonna be all over you!” I didn’t say anything about Justin. Even my own roommates didn’t know about our relationship. Lori looked at her phone and took another swig of her drink. “Everyone should be here any minute,” she said in her low, sultry voice. Lori was the quintessential “goth girl” on campus, which was a stark contrast from Jessica’s bubbly nature and my studious attitude. Somehow, though, we were all best friends. Just then, the door burst open with the first guests arriving. The group of guys and girls flooded in, whooping and hollering, excited for the party. With a grin, Jessica cranked up the music and started greeting people while I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. Lori walked over to the couch and sat down, scrolling on her phone; she really only ever came to parties for food and drink. Soon enough, the suite was full of people. The LED lights flashed red, green, and blue while the music played loudly, and the guests started getting excited and playing games. The main attraction seemed to be the bar table, where the boys competed like their lives depended on it, but people also hung out around the seating area, played games, and talk on the balcony. A while into the party, Justin finally arrived. I got excited, but instead of coming over to me and greeting me, he simply made a beeline for the bar table and joined the game. During a lull in the game, I sent Justin a text: “Well? Are we gonna announce it?” I watched from the corner as he pulled out his phone, read the text, then pocketed his phone again. He looked at me and subtly shrugged, then returned to his game as though he didn’t even know me. “Are you okay?” Jessica said, coming over to me with an extra drink in her hand for me. I shrugged. “I’m just not much of a partier, that’s all,” I said. “You just need a little courage, that’s all!” she said, clinking her bottle with mine and taking a big swig. I looked down at my drink and frowned. Jessica was right, but the drink wasn’t going to cut it -- not with how Justin was treating me tonight. “How about something more exciting?” I said. Jessica’s eyes lit up and she turned around to face the group, cupping her hands around her mouth to shout. “Hey everyone!” she shouted. “The birthday girl wants shots!” By my seventh shot, however, I started to feel woozy and felt like I was going to throw up. I stumbled down the hall to the bathroom and made it to the toilet just in time. When I was done throwing up, I stood up and made my way over to the sink, where I splashed some cold water on my face and took some deep breaths to sober myself up. I looked at my smudged makeup and my messy hair in the mirror, trying not to cry as I thought about Justin. Why was he treating me like this? Just a few days ago, we were making out behind the hockey arena and now he was acting like he didn’t even know me. Was he just nervous about announcing our relationship, or was it something else? Taking another deep breath and wiping the tears off of my face, I straightened up and decided to go talk to Justin. When I left the bathroom, however, he wasn’t anywhere to be found. “Hey, have you seen Justin?” I asked a guest. She just shrugged her shoulders and pointed toward my bedroom. Maybe he just went inside to be alone for a minute, which would give us some time to talk. I made my way over to my room, weaving drunkenly through the crowd. When I opened the door, however, I wished that I had just stayed away. Justin wasn’t alone. He was with another girl -- it was Lisa, the cheerleading captain. They were tangled together, Justin’s pants pulled down and Lisa’s clothes on the floor. “What is happening!” I screamed. The party went silent, aside from the music, which someone quickly shut off. Justin and Lisa sat up in my bed; Justin looked even more drunk and high than before, but immediately jumped up when he saw me and yanked his pants up. “Nina, it’s not what it looks like,” he said, stumbling toward me while Lisa simply stood up with a smirk, smoothing down her skirt. She strutted out of the room and bumped me with her shoulder on the way out as I continued to stare at Justin in shock and disbelief. Justin stammered as he tried to explain himself. “I’m so sorry, I-” “Justin…” I interrupted, my voice shaking. “We. Are. Done.” Without another word, I turned away and stormed out of the suite with Jessica and Lori calling after me. I walked out of the dorms into the cool spring air, turning this way and that for a bit before deciding to make my way toward town. I walked for a while, fuming the entire time and muttering to myself until I finally made it to a local bar. I nodded gratefully as the bartender poured me a glass, and I sipped it miserably while he disappeared into the kitchen. I pulled my phone out of my pocket to see that I had several missed calls and “Where are you?!?” texts from Jessica and Lori, but I ignored them and tossed my phone down on the bar, taking a big swig and cursing to myself. “Yeah, I hate my phone, too,” a male voice said from beside me. I looked over to see a guy pulling up a barstool a couple of seats down. He was wearing a red flannel shirt and a sharp jawline. He was muscular, too. “I hate everything right now,” I said, swirling my drink around in my glass with my straw. “How come?” The boy looked at me, and just then, I came to a shocking realization: this was Enzo, Justin’s hockey captain, the star of the school, every girl’s dream boy. And he was sitting next to me, in this quiet dive bar, talking to me. Chapter 2 Enzo must have noticed the expression on my face when I finally recognized him, because he smirked and held out a napkin for me. “Your makeup is smudged.” I blushed and grabbed the napkin from his hand, using it to wipe away my makeup while Enzo continued to stare at me. “Rough night?” he said once I finished cleaning up my makeup. “I guess you could say that,” I replied. “You know,” he said, his deep brown eyes studying my face, “you look better without makeup.” His words made me blush even more. What were the odds that the hockey captain would be hitting on me on the night of my birthday, right after my boyfriend had cheated on me? “Do you treat all the girls like this?” I said suddenly, surprised and embarrassed at my own question. It must have been the drink. Enzo simply smirked again and finished the last of his drink. He reached forward and brushed a bit of hair out of my face. “If you’re so intrigued by how I treat girls, why don’t you come and see it for yourself? I live in Dorm B, fourth floor. Room 409.” His voice was low and sultry, and as we leaned closer together, I felt my breathing become slower and more aroused. I frowned then and pulled away. I needed comfort tonight, but not that sort of comfort. “No way,” I said, crossing my arms. “I know your reputation. You’re a player.” “So what if I am?” Enzo murmured. “It’s your decision, but my room is open to you all night. You can just walk right in. No need to knock.” With that, Enzo sat back up and tossed some money down on the bar. “I’ll pay for the lady’s drink,” he said to the bartender, then threw his jacket over his shoulder and sauntered out of the bar. I kept sipping my drink while I thought about the unexpected proposition. Enzo was well-known as an adonis, a handsome player. Ever since Enzo and Lisa -- the cheerleader who stole my boyfriend -- broke up last semester, Enzo became known around the campus for being a bit of a player. He never had another girlfriend after Lisa, and seemed uninterested with women when it came to knowing them for more than one night. I had never been interested in those deeds. In high school, I was nerdy and never had a chance with any of the boys. The one time I thought I had a chance when the football quarterback asked me to prom, it turned out to be a prank. The whole school laughed at me as I showed up in my blue dress, excited to dance with the quarterback, only for him to trip me and make me fall on the dance floor. “Why would I want you?” he had said, pointing and laughing. “Fatty Nina will never have a boyfriend!” After that, I swore that I would just focus on my studies. I eventually grew out of that phase once I started college, and lots of boys tried to get me to hook up with them, but I just wasn’t interested. If I was going to let a boy interrupt my studies, he would have to be perfect. I had thought that Justin would be the one. He seemed so sweet and kind, but I guess that wasn’t the case. After this, I felt like never falling in love again. “Sorry to say this, young lady, but the bar’s closing soon,” the bartender said, breaking me out of my deep thought. I nodded and finished off the last of my drink, then stood and left the bar. The thought of going home right now almost made me sick. Maybe I didn’t have to go home tonight. I showed up at Enzo’s place a little while later. Before I walked in, I hesitated for a little while as I considered just keeping my dignity and going home. But I was all dressed up tonight with expensive lingerie, and besides… with Justin and Lisa’s double betrayal, what would be a better way to get back at them both? Taking a deep breath, I turned the knob and walked into Enzo’s dorm. He was sitting on the couch when I arrived, as though he had been waiting for me. “Changed your mind, eh?” he said, standing and crossing the room toward me. He was much taller than me, and muscular to boot. This close, I could smell his cologne. It sent a shiver down my spine. “So,” he said, “what changed your mind? I thought my reputation scared you.” “I just… Could use a little comfort,” I said. Without saying anything, he leaned down and cupped my chin with his hand. He kissed me deeply. He was soft and sweet, much unlike the rough and rugged hockey player who I had thought he was. After we kissed, he wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up to carry me to the bedroom. We never left each other the whole way there, and when we arrived his dimly lit bedroom he slammed the door behind us and laid me down on the bed. I was trembling, but there was something surprisingly gentle about Enzo’s touch. I had expected a careless brute who only cared about getting himself off, but as he leaned over me and gave me a shockingly sweet, gentle smile, I realized that my assumptions were wrong. Enzo kissed me deeply again, his body pressing against mine. I felt myself relax beneath his touch as my heart began to patter, a wave of emotion washing over me that I hadn’t ever felt before. But there was something that he didn’t know; something that made me nervous and worried that he wouldn’t want to be with me that night after I told him. “I should tell you that I’ve never done this before,” I whispered. Enzo was silent for a few moments. I was worried he wouldn’t want to continue after learning this about me, but then he merely smirked. “I figured,” he replied, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose. “I’ll be gentle with you.” When Enzo touched me after that, he kept true to his promise to be gentle with me. As his hands ran along my body, I noticed that he kept looking up at me with his soft brown eyes as though he was checking on me, and he gave me time to relax before trying to take it further. I was nervous, but something about the way he looked at me gave me a little confidence, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I had been wrong about the hockey player. A few minutes later, he looked me deeply in the eyes as if to ask if I was ready. I was trembling all over, partially from nerves and partially from the tingling in my body. “Lingerie, huh?” he whispered, sounding somewhat amused when he saw my innerwear. I blushed. “Since you went to all that trouble, why don’t you give me a show?” Still blushing, I took a deep breath and did as he asked. My hands shook at first, but soon I began to gain a little more confidence from the way that he looked at me with so much fire in his eyes, and I didn’t feel so nervous. Finally, I revealed myself to him as the last of my clothes hit the floor. Enzo’s eyes were wide as he gazed at me, but the slight smirk on his face never left. Then, with a soft smile, he held his hand out for me. I took it, feeling how small my hand was in his calloused palm, and couldn’t ignore the way my heart fluttered when he pulled me close. We laid beneath the sheets after that, our limbs tangled together and our hearts so close I could feel it beating through his ribcage. I was scared at first, but Enzo reassured me that it was okay. “I’ll be gentle. I promise,” he whispered gently, cradling me close to him. …… When it was over, Enzo and I laid in bed for a minute before he got up and put on his underwear. I sat up, feeling both heavenly and ashamed of myself. There was something different about Enzo now; his body language seemed more wild and dominant, and when he looked at me, his pupils were dilated. His eyes almost seemed like a different color. He smiled at me then and his teeth were sharp and glistening. My heart started to race as I felt like he was a wolf and I was his prey. Swallowing, I stood and put the rest of my clothes on. “See you around.” Before Enzo could reply, I rushed out of the bedroom and left the dorm. What was that look he gave me? Why did he look so… feral? Chapter 3 It was almost four o’clock in the morning by the time I finally returned to my dorm. Jessica and Lori were already asleep in their rooms judging from how dark and quiet everything was. The suite was a mess from the party and we would no doubt be spending the next day cleaning, but I was too hungover and tired to care at the moment. It appeared as though Lori and Jessica must have changed my sheets for me though, which I would have to thank them for in the morning. I wouldn’t have been able to sleep on the same sheets that Justin and Lisa had lied on. As I lay in bed trying to sleep, I was kept awake by my regrets. Had I just given myself to a near-stranger? A womanizer? All to get revenge against Justin and Lisa? I had never been so impulsive like this, especially when it came to love. Right now, I felt embarrassed and ashamed of this blunder. Enzo was incredibly attractive and the time we spent together was wonderful, but right now, I just wanted to forget about it. When I woke the next morning, my head pounded and my stomach hurt from all of the drinks from the night before. I rolled out of bed, ignoring my appearance as I stumbled into the kitchen in my oversized t-shirt and shorts. I just needed some coffee. “You know, you could’ve at least told us where you went last night,” Lori said from her usual spot at the kitchen island. She had a cup of coffee in front of her and was reading A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. “I’m sorry,” I replied, my face turning red as I remembered what happened after the party. “I just needed to get out.” “Why didn’t you tell us that you and Justin were a thing?” Jessica suddenly said, emerging from her room with a towel around her hair while she wore a fluffy pink robe and bunny slippers. She folded her arms and glared at me, pouting. I hung my head low as I poured myself a cup of coffee. I tried to hide it as the tears started to well up, but it was no use. Jessica rushed over to me and wrapped her arms around me while Lori watched with a sorry expression on her face. “I’m sorry,” I said between sobs. “H-He told me he just wanted to wait until the right time to make our relationship public. I t-thought he was just being a gentleman.” “Trash,” Lori replied. “Most of them, anyway. Don’t beat yourself up over it. You can do way better than Justin Thurlow.” Jessica nodded and rubbed my back, agreeing with Lori. “Yeah,” she said. “Screw boys. You’re smart and hot and you’re gonna be a doctor! Who needs boys? C’mon, let’s go get some breakfast.” Jessica and Lori were right. Boys were just a waste of time, and I had more important things to think about. I changed into my usual jeans and hoodie, brushed and braided my hair, and went with my roommates to the dining hall. “Oh my god!” Jessica exclaimed as we approached the dining hall. She squealed and pointed at none other than Enzo coming out the door. Jessica’s excitement garnered the attention of other nearby girls, who also squealed and waved as Enzo approached. I grabbed my hair and used it to shield my face. I just wanted to shrink down into myself. Why did I have to run into Enzo right now, the morning after what we had done? To make matters worse, he approached us and stood in front of us. Even Lori seemed a bit excited at his presence. Did he even remember our night together, or was he confused by how strangely I was acting? “Hi, Enzo!” Jessica said, twirling a bit of her hair around her finger. “Are you excited about the homecoming game today?” I kept my gaze fixed on the ground, letting my bangs fall into my face, but I could feel Enzo’s stern gaze on me. “Yeah,” he replied. “Although, it’s not as exciting when we always know we’re gonna crush the other team. I hope they put up a good fight.” Jessica giggled like a giddy schoolgirl. I took a chance and glanced up, hoping to see Enzo walking away, but was met instead by his strong gaze fixed on me. He looked far less animalistic now; maybe his appearance last night was just a trick of the light or a result of the drink. Enzo had his arms folded as he looked at me. He looked almost disapproving. Was he upset that I walked out on him last night? It hardly seemed likely, given his reputation, but my heart still ached a bit. “You ready for practice, Enzo?” another guy said, striding up to us. He looked Jessica up and down hungrily, then glanced at me before looking at Enzo. Enzo nodded and stuck his hands in his pockets, his eyes still on me. “Yeah. Let’s go.” Later that afternoon, after we had cleaned up the dorm, I was in my room studying for an upcoming biology exam when Jessica came into my room. She was wearing a pleated pink mini-skirt, a fuzzy white sweater, and white sneakers with leg warmers. She had a full face of makeup on and her hair was curled perfectly. “Oh my god, you’re not ready yet?” she said, storming over to me and snapping my book shut unceremoniously. “Hey!” I said, throwing my pen down on my desk. “I was studying.” “Studying can wait,” Jessica replied. “Come on, let’s go to the hockey game! I heard some rumors that Enzo is planning on using some new moves.” My heart leaped up into my throat. “I’m not going,” I said, opening my book up to the page I was on. Jessica clearly didn’t like my response, because she stamped her foot on the ground angrily. “Aw, come on!” she whined. “You’re not really gonna make me go alone, are you?” I didn’t have the heart to tell my friend the truth about where I was last night. If she knew that I slept with Enzo, she would be heartbroken. Jessica had been pining away for Enzo since our first semester. He had never given her too much attention, but still, she went to all of his games, cheered him on, and even watched all the live streams of his tournaments online. She always talked about how he was a genius, how his physical abilities were godlike, and how he easily won every game he competed in. “Come on,” Jessica whined again. “Please? For me?” She batted her eyelashes. I sighed and closed my book again, rubbing my tired eyes. “Alright,” I replied, although I really just wanted to hide in my room and never see the star hockey player again. “I’ll go. But you owe me.” Jessica grinned and pranced out of the room while I got ready. I wanted to blend in, so I just wore a hoodie with the university logo on it and jeans. Jessica seemed a bit disappointed in my outfit choice but didn’t say anything as we made our way to the hockey arena. The whole way there, Jessica prattled on about Enzo. “His figure is just so perfect,” she said. “All of those appear in my dreams!” I hated to admit it, but hearing Jessica talk about Enzo made the memories of last night come flooding back… It made my body tingle. I tried to shake the thoughts out of my mind the best I could as we got in line to walk inside the arena, but I just couldn’t. The feeling of Enzo’s strong eyes on me as we were together, our limbs intertwined, was burned into my memory. I only hoped that I could leave this game without being seen by Enzo or Justin. Chapter 4 We walked inside the arena, which was already packed full of excited students. Half of the arena was reserved for our university, while the other half was reserved for the other university. Our school colors were burgundy and gold -- the other university was blue and black. “Let’s find a good seat,” Jessica said. I followed her up the stairs, then we shimmied between rows of seats toward a couple of empty spots. Once we had our seats, I could hear the conversation between other girls around me; their talking points mostly centered around Enzo. “Do you think he’ll make us succeed again?” “Of course! Enzo always plays perfectly.” “I feel so lucky just to be attending the same university as him!” I cringed a bit at the conversation and scrolled on my phone while I waited for the game to start. Beside me, Jessica pulled out a pair of binoculars and started scouring the ice rink. I can see the cheerleaders performing an energetic opening dance on ice skates before the game, with Lisa in the lead. She looked dazzling in her skimpy uniform, with her perfectly tanned legs and her hair pulled up into a high ponytail with a bow. She waved her pom poms around to hype the crowd up. Looking at the girl who stole my boyfriend made me sick. I had never been much of a sports fan, but the way the crowd was getting excited made me excited, too. As the hockey players skated out onto the rink, some of them skated up to certain cheerleaders who were their girlfriends and kissed them publicly. I could see Justin and Lisa exchanging glances. Justin had never brought me to his games, even though we had been dating for a couple of months. When I did go to his games, he never paid any attention to me until after. I thought that he was just shy at the time, but now I knew that he just didn’t want Lisa to see us together. “Don’t pay any attention to Justin,” Jessica said, handing me the binoculars so I could see better. “He’s not worth your time.” I took the binoculars and peered through them. For some reason, I searched for Enzo. I didn’t know why I wanted to see him so badly, but I did. And he saw me. Somehow, despite the thousands of students in this massive arena, Enzo looked directly at me. It was as though he had a sixth sense, like he knew exactly where I was without even having to think. Even from here, I could see the hint of wildness in his eyes from the night before; like I was his prey. I quickly gave the binoculars back to Jessica as my face turned red. Enzo turned away and skated out to the middle of the rink, skating around in circles and pumping his hockey stick in the air while the crowd cheered. All around me, girls screamed and swooned while guys whooped and hollered. The game started. I lost sight of the puck quickly, but was able to follow the game by watching Enzo, who skated as fast as lightning and moved nimbly around the rink as though he was born with ice skates on his feet. He would perform quick moves with his hockey stick to fake out the opponents, hitting the puck between their legs to one of his teammates before zooming away. He moved so quickly that he was almost like a flash. For some reason, it seemed almost supernatural to me… but no one else seemed to notice, so I figured that it was just in my head. Soon, the opponents became frustrated and aggressive. One player in particular -- I think he was the captain of the other team -- started following Enzo closely and trying to trip him up. “C’mon, Enzo!” Jessica shouted. “I hope he doesn’t get hurt,” another girl said from beside me, sitting up in her seat to see over someone in front of us. Enzo scored a goal, and suddenly, the other team’s captain threw his stick and his helmet down on the ice and tackled Enzo. The crowd gasped as they tussled on the ice. The other player threw punches at Enzo while Enzo only blocked and dodged, clearly not wanting to hurt the other player. It was now that I finally realized how much pressure was on Enzo as the star hockey player. I held my breath as I watched the fight, images of us that night flashing in my mind. For some reason, I cared enough about Enzo to not want him to get hurt. I didn’t care to look at Justin for even a second. The referee blew his whistle and broke up the fight. The crowd cheered as Enzo stood and put his helmet back on, covering his curly hair. The other player was put on the bench for his behavior and the game continued with a penalty for the other team. During halftime, the cheerleaders returned to the rink and began their halftime show. “You hungry?” I said to Jessica. She looked at me and shrugged, too involved in her conversation with another girl about how charming Enzo looked dodging the unsportsmanlike competitor during the fight. As long as I had known her, Jessica always had an easy time making friends. I didn’t mind it, because I was more introverted and appreciated the fact that she usually took control of all of the socializing at things like this. I stood and shimmied out of our row, then went down the bleachers toward the food stands. My stomach was growling and the smell of soft pretzels was making me even more hungry. “One soft pretzel, please,” I said to the vendor. “And water, too.” I handed my money to the vendor and waited for my pretzel. Just then, I felt someone watching me and turned around to see none other than Enzo. He was standing with his teammates by the side of the rink as they rested and drank water, but he was staring right at me. His eyes almost glowed. My heart started to race as I found myself unable to break away from his strong gaze. Something about him made me want to walk over to him as if I was in a trance… “Miss? Hello?” The vendor broke me out of my trance. He was holding out my pretzel and my water. “Oh… Sorry,” I said. “Thank you.” I took my pretzel. When I turned back, Enzo was no longer looking at me and was instead entrenched in a conversation with a teammate as though he hadn’t just been staring into my soul. I considered going back to Jessica, but after the encounter with Enzo finding me in the massive crowd and staring at me just now, I only wanted to leave. I decided to make up an excuse later and just go home; Jessica had made some friends already and probably wouldn’t even notice my absence. She could fill me in on the results of the game later. I left the arena, tossing my uneaten pretzel in the trash on the way out as my stomach suddenly felt too sick to eat. The cool autumn air was a bit of a relief as I walked back to the dorms, although I still felt stifled like I was being watched… or hunted. How was Enzo able to spot me in the crowd like that? And why did he always look so animalistic and hungry when he looked at me? I had never heard any of his many other flings complain of such a thing, so maybe it was all in my head. It had to be. Why else would Enzo seem like such a predator? | Listen to books | 145 | https://facebook.com/100093148902033 | 0 | LEARN_MORE | 1692514800 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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You never play with girls more than once. You should be thanking me because I’m just making it easy for you.” “Is that what you really think of me?” Enzo asked. He didn’t try to hide his voice at all. For some reason, I felt more confident confronting him now. “Everyone knows you’re a player who only has fun with girls once before moving on to the next,” I said, stepping around him. He didn’t block me this time, but turned and frowned. “Well, you’re different,” he replied. Was this some sort of prank? The hockey captain, the star of the school, and a player thought I was “different” enough to keep talking to me after we spent a night together? I wondered if Lisa or Justin put him up to this to rub it in that I would never find love. Enzo stepped closer to me and brushed a bit of hair out of my eyes, finally lowering his voice to a whisper. “I want to have a second time with you.” Chapter 1 Nina It was the night of my coming-of-age party. I was most of all excited for one thing: tonight, Justin would finally announce that he was my boyfriend. Justin and I had been seeing each other for a couple of months now, but we had kept things under wraps so far. Frankly, I would have preferred to make our relationship public right away -- he was one of the most handsome and popular guys on campus, and was on the hockey team -- but he insisted that we wait until the right time. “I want to save announcing our relationship for a special night, baby,” he had told me. I had been asking when he would make our relationship public for a while, but maybe he was right; it was best to wait until a special time. That meant that he really loved me, right? As I stood in front of the mirror and admired myself, I felt confident that Justin would make our relationship public tonight. I prepared a surprise for him under my outfit now because I was certain that we would finally spend our first night together. Aside from the surprise above, which was a hot red lace set that I picked out at the mall a couple of days before the party, I was wearing a short, tight skirt that showed off my curves, a pink crop top, and heels. I wore red lipstick and black eyeliner, too. I felt a bit awkward wearing an outfit like this, as I usually dressed in jeans and hoodies; but my roommates, Jessica and Lori, insisted that I dress up for the party. The only thing that I kept the same about myself tonight was my hair, which had bangs and two long braids. I always wore my hair like this and never liked it any other way. Some people said it was childish, but I thought it was cute and practical. “You look so hot, Nina!” Jessica said as I came out of the room. “The guys are gonna be all over you!” I didn’t say anything about Justin. Even my own roommates didn’t know about our relationship. Lori looked at her phone and took another swig of her drink. “Everyone should be here any minute,” she said in her low, sultry voice. Lori was the quintessential “goth girl” on campus, which was a stark contrast from Jessica’s bubbly nature and my studious attitude. Somehow, though, we were all best friends. Just then, the door burst open with the first guests arriving. The group of guys and girls flooded in, whooping and hollering, excited for the party. With a grin, Jessica cranked up the music and started greeting people while I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. Lori walked over to the couch and sat down, scrolling on her phone; she really only ever came to parties for food and drink. Soon enough, the suite was full of people. The LED lights flashed red, green, and blue while the music played loudly, and the guests started getting excited and playing games. The main attraction seemed to be the bar table, where the boys competed like their lives depended on it, but people also hung out around the seating area, played games, and talk on the balcony. A while into the party, Justin finally arrived. I got excited, but instead of coming over to me and greeting me, he simply made a beeline for the bar table and joined the game. During a lull in the game, I sent Justin a text: “Well? Are we gonna announce it?” I watched from the corner as he pulled out his phone, read the text, then pocketed his phone again. He looked at me and subtly shrugged, then returned to his game as though he didn’t even know me. “Are you okay?” Jessica said, coming over to me with an extra drink in her hand for me. I shrugged. “I’m just not much of a partier, that’s all,” I said. “You just need a little courage, that’s all!” she said, clinking her bottle with mine and taking a big swig. I looked down at my drink and frowned. Jessica was right, but the drink wasn’t going to cut it -- not with how Justin was treating me tonight. “How about something more exciting?” I said. Jessica’s eyes lit up and she turned around to face the group, cupping her hands around her mouth to shout. “Hey everyone!” she shouted. “The birthday girl wants shots!” By my seventh shot, however, I started to feel woozy and felt like I was going to throw up. I stumbled down the hall to the bathroom and made it to the toilet just in time. When I was done throwing up, I stood up and made my way over to the sink, where I splashed some cold water on my face and took some deep breaths to sober myself up. I looked at my smudged makeup and my messy hair in the mirror, trying not to cry as I thought about Justin. Why was he treating me like this? Just a few days ago, we were making out behind the hockey arena and now he was acting like he didn’t even know me. Was he just nervous about announcing our relationship, or was it something else? Taking another deep breath and wiping the tears off of my face, I straightened up and decided to go talk to Justin. When I left the bathroom, however, he wasn’t anywhere to be found. “Hey, have you seen Justin?” I asked a guest. She just shrugged her shoulders and pointed toward my bedroom. Maybe he just went inside to be alone for a minute, which would give us some time to talk. I made my way over to my room, weaving drunkenly through the crowd. When I opened the door, however, I wished that I had just stayed away. Justin wasn’t alone. He was with another girl -- it was Lisa, the cheerleading captain. They were tangled together, Justin’s pants pulled down and Lisa’s clothes on the floor. “What is happening!” I screamed. The party went silent, aside from the music, which someone quickly shut off. Justin and Lisa sat up in my bed; Justin looked even more drunk and high than before, but immediately jumped up when he saw me and yanked his pants up. “Nina, it’s not what it looks like,” he said, stumbling toward me while Lisa simply stood up with a smirk, smoothing down her skirt. She strutted out of the room and bumped me with her shoulder on the way out as I continued to stare at Justin in shock and disbelief. Justin stammered as he tried to explain himself. “I’m so sorry, I-” “Justin…” I interrupted, my voice shaking. “We. Are. Done.” Without another word, I turned away and stormed out of the suite with Jessica and Lori calling after me. I walked out of the dorms into the cool spring air, turning this way and that for a bit before deciding to make my way toward town. I walked for a while, fuming the entire time and muttering to myself until I finally made it to a local bar. I nodded gratefully as the bartender poured me a glass, and I sipped it miserably while he disappeared into the kitchen. I pulled my phone out of my pocket to see that I had several missed calls and “Where are you?!?” texts from Jessica and Lori, but I ignored them and tossed my phone down on the bar, taking a big swig and cursing to myself. “Yeah, I hate my phone, too,” a male voice said from beside me. I looked over to see a guy pulling up a barstool a couple of seats down. He was wearing a red flannel shirt and a sharp jawline. He was muscular, too. “I hate everything right now,” I said, swirling my drink around in my glass with my straw. “How come?” The boy looked at me, and just then, I came to a shocking realization: this was Enzo, Justin’s hockey captain, the star of the school, every girl’s dream boy. And he was sitting next to me, in this quiet dive bar, talking to me. Chapter 2 Enzo must have noticed the expression on my face when I finally recognized him, because he smirked and held out a napkin for me. “Your makeup is smudged.” I blushed and grabbed the napkin from his hand, using it to wipe away my makeup while Enzo continued to stare at me. “Rough night?” he said once I finished cleaning up my makeup. “I guess you could say that,” I replied. “You know,” he said, his deep brown eyes studying my face, “you look better without makeup.” His words made me blush even more. What were the odds that the hockey captain would be hitting on me on the night of my birthday, right after my boyfriend had cheated on me? “Do you treat all the girls like this?” I said suddenly, surprised and embarrassed at my own question. It must have been the drink. Enzo simply smirked again and finished the last of his drink. He reached forward and brushed a bit of hair out of my face. “If you’re so intrigued by how I treat girls, why don’t you come and see it for yourself? I live in Dorm B, fourth floor. Room 409.” His voice was low and sultry, and as we leaned closer together, I felt my breathing become slower and more aroused. I frowned then and pulled away. I needed comfort tonight, but not that sort of comfort. “No way,” I said, crossing my arms. “I know your reputation. You’re a player.” “So what if I am?” Enzo murmured. “It’s your decision, but my room is open to you all night. You can just walk right in. No need to knock.” With that, Enzo sat back up and tossed some money down on the bar. “I’ll pay for the lady’s drink,” he said to the bartender, then threw his jacket over his shoulder and sauntered out of the bar. I kept sipping my drink while I thought about the unexpected proposition. Enzo was well-known as an adonis, a handsome player. Ever since Enzo and Lisa -- the cheerleader who stole my boyfriend -- broke up last semester, Enzo became known around the campus for being a bit of a player. He never had another girlfriend after Lisa, and seemed uninterested with women when it came to knowing them for more than one night. I had never been interested in those deeds. In high school, I was nerdy and never had a chance with any of the boys. The one time I thought I had a chance when the football quarterback asked me to prom, it turned out to be a prank. The whole school laughed at me as I showed up in my blue dress, excited to dance with the quarterback, only for him to trip me and make me fall on the dance floor. “Why would I want you?” he had said, pointing and laughing. “Fatty Nina will never have a boyfriend!” After that, I swore that I would just focus on my studies. I eventually grew out of that phase once I started college, and lots of boys tried to get me to hook up with them, but I just wasn’t interested. If I was going to let a boy interrupt my studies, he would have to be perfect. I had thought that Justin would be the one. He seemed so sweet and kind, but I guess that wasn’t the case. After this, I felt like never falling in love again. “Sorry to say this, young lady, but the bar’s closing soon,” the bartender said, breaking me out of my deep thought. I nodded and finished off the last of my drink, then stood and left the bar. The thought of going home right now almost made me sick. Maybe I didn’t have to go home tonight. I showed up at Enzo’s place a little while later. Before I walked in, I hesitated for a little while as I considered just keeping my dignity and going home. But I was all dressed up tonight with expensive lingerie, and besides… with Justin and Lisa’s double betrayal, what would be a better way to get back at them both? Taking a deep breath, I turned the knob and walked into Enzo’s dorm. He was sitting on the couch when I arrived, as though he had been waiting for me. “Changed your mind, eh?” he said, standing and crossing the room toward me. He was much taller than me, and muscular to boot. This close, I could smell his cologne. It sent a shiver down my spine. “So,” he said, “what changed your mind? I thought my reputation scared you.” “I just… Could use a little comfort,” I said. Without saying anything, he leaned down and cupped my chin with his hand. He kissed me deeply. He was soft and sweet, much unlike the rough and rugged hockey player who I had thought he was. After we kissed, he wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up to carry me to the bedroom. We never left each other the whole way there, and when we arrived his dimly lit bedroom he slammed the door behind us and laid me down on the bed. I was trembling, but there was something surprisingly gentle about Enzo’s touch. I had expected a careless brute who only cared about getting himself off, but as he leaned over me and gave me a shockingly sweet, gentle smile, I realized that my assumptions were wrong. Enzo kissed me deeply again, his body pressing against mine. I felt myself relax beneath his touch as my heart began to patter, a wave of emotion washing over me that I hadn’t ever felt before. But there was something that he didn’t know; something that made me nervous and worried that he wouldn’t want to be with me that night after I told him. “I should tell you that I’ve never done this before,” I whispered. Enzo was silent for a few moments. I was worried he wouldn’t want to continue after learning this about me, but then he merely smirked. “I figured,” he replied, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose. “I’ll be gentle with you.” When Enzo touched me after that, he kept true to his promise to be gentle with me. As his hands ran along my body, I noticed that he kept looking up at me with his soft brown eyes as though he was checking on me, and he gave me time to relax before trying to take it further. I was nervous, but something about the way he looked at me gave me a little confidence, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I had been wrong about the hockey player. A few minutes later, he looked me deeply in the eyes as if to ask if I was ready. I was trembling all over, partially from nerves and partially from the tingling in my body. “Lingerie, huh?” he whispered, sounding somewhat amused when he saw my innerwear. I blushed. “Since you went to all that trouble, why don’t you give me a show?” Still blushing, I took a deep breath and did as he asked. My hands shook at first, but soon I began to gain a little more confidence from the way that he looked at me with so much fire in his eyes, and I didn’t feel so nervous. Finally, I revealed myself to him as the last of my clothes hit the floor. Enzo’s eyes were wide as he gazed at me, but the slight smirk on his face never left. Then, with a soft smile, he held his hand out for me. I took it, feeling how small my hand was in his calloused palm, and couldn’t ignore the way my heart fluttered when he pulled me close. We laid beneath the sheets after that, our limbs tangled together and our hearts so close I could feel it beating through his ribcage. I was scared at first, but Enzo reassured me that it was okay. “I’ll be gentle. I promise,” he whispered gently, cradling me close to him. …… When it was over, Enzo and I laid in bed for a minute before he got up and put on his underwear. I sat up, feeling both heavenly and ashamed of myself. There was something different about Enzo now; his body language seemed more wild and dominant, and when he looked at me, his pupils were dilated. His eyes almost seemed like a different color. He smiled at me then and his teeth were sharp and glistening. My heart started to race as I felt like he was a wolf and I was his prey. Swallowing, I stood and put the rest of my clothes on. “See you around.” Before Enzo could reply, I rushed out of the bedroom and left the dorm. What was that look he gave me? Why did he look so… feral? Chapter 3 It was almost four o’clock in the morning by the time I finally returned to my dorm. Jessica and Lori were already asleep in their rooms judging from how dark and quiet everything was. The suite was a mess from the party and we would no doubt be spending the next day cleaning, but I was too hungover and tired to care at the moment. It appeared as though Lori and Jessica must have changed my sheets for me though, which I would have to thank them for in the morning. I wouldn’t have been able to sleep on the same sheets that Justin and Lisa had lied on. As I lay in bed trying to sleep, I was kept awake by my regrets. Had I just given myself to a near-stranger? A womanizer? All to get revenge against Justin and Lisa? I had never been so impulsive like this, especially when it came to love. Right now, I felt embarrassed and ashamed of this blunder. Enzo was incredibly attractive and the time we spent together was wonderful, but right now, I just wanted to forget about it. When I woke the next morning, my head pounded and my stomach hurt from all of the drinks from the night before. I rolled out of bed, ignoring my appearance as I stumbled into the kitchen in my oversized t-shirt and shorts. I just needed some coffee. “You know, you could’ve at least told us where you went last night,” Lori said from her usual spot at the kitchen island. She had a cup of coffee in front of her and was reading A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. “I’m sorry,” I replied, my face turning red as I remembered what happened after the party. “I just needed to get out.” “Why didn’t you tell us that you and Justin were a thing?” Jessica suddenly said, emerging from her room with a towel around her hair while she wore a fluffy pink robe and bunny slippers. She folded her arms and glared at me, pouting. I hung my head low as I poured myself a cup of coffee. I tried to hide it as the tears started to well up, but it was no use. Jessica rushed over to me and wrapped her arms around me while Lori watched with a sorry expression on her face. “I’m sorry,” I said between sobs. “H-He told me he just wanted to wait until the right time to make our relationship public. I t-thought he was just being a gentleman.” “Trash,” Lori replied. “Most of them, anyway. Don’t beat yourself up over it. You can do way better than Justin Thurlow.” Jessica nodded and rubbed my back, agreeing with Lori. “Yeah,” she said. “Screw boys. You’re smart and hot and you’re gonna be a doctor! Who needs boys? C’mon, let’s go get some breakfast.” Jessica and Lori were right. Boys were just a waste of time, and I had more important things to think about. I changed into my usual jeans and hoodie, brushed and braided my hair, and went with my roommates to the dining hall. “Oh my god!” Jessica exclaimed as we approached the dining hall. She squealed and pointed at none other than Enzo coming out the door. Jessica’s excitement garnered the attention of other nearby girls, who also squealed and waved as Enzo approached. I grabbed my hair and used it to shield my face. I just wanted to shrink down into myself. Why did I have to run into Enzo right now, the morning after what we had done? To make matters worse, he approached us and stood in front of us. Even Lori seemed a bit excited at his presence. Did he even remember our night together, or was he confused by how strangely I was acting? “Hi, Enzo!” Jessica said, twirling a bit of her hair around her finger. “Are you excited about the homecoming game today?” I kept my gaze fixed on the ground, letting my bangs fall into my face, but I could feel Enzo’s stern gaze on me. “Yeah,” he replied. “Although, it’s not as exciting when we always know we’re gonna crush the other team. I hope they put up a good fight.” Jessica giggled like a giddy schoolgirl. I took a chance and glanced up, hoping to see Enzo walking away, but was met instead by his strong gaze fixed on me. He looked far less animalistic now; maybe his appearance last night was just a trick of the light or a result of the drink. Enzo had his arms folded as he looked at me. He looked almost disapproving. Was he upset that I walked out on him last night? It hardly seemed likely, given his reputation, but my heart still ached a bit. “You ready for practice, Enzo?” another guy said, striding up to us. He looked Jessica up and down hungrily, then glanced at me before looking at Enzo. Enzo nodded and stuck his hands in his pockets, his eyes still on me. “Yeah. Let’s go.” Later that afternoon, after we had cleaned up the dorm, I was in my room studying for an upcoming biology exam when Jessica came into my room. She was wearing a pleated pink mini-skirt, a fuzzy white sweater, and white sneakers with leg warmers. She had a full face of makeup on and her hair was curled perfectly. “Oh my god, you’re not ready yet?” she said, storming over to me and snapping my book shut unceremoniously. “Hey!” I said, throwing my pen down on my desk. “I was studying.” “Studying can wait,” Jessica replied. “Come on, let’s go to the hockey game! I heard some rumors that Enzo is planning on using some new moves.” My heart leaped up into my throat. “I’m not going,” I said, opening my book up to the page I was on. Jessica clearly didn’t like my response, because she stamped her foot on the ground angrily. “Aw, come on!” she whined. “You’re not really gonna make me go alone, are you?” I didn’t have the heart to tell my friend the truth about where I was last night. If she knew that I slept with Enzo, she would be heartbroken. Jessica had been pining away for Enzo since our first semester. He had never given her too much attention, but still, she went to all of his games, cheered him on, and even watched all the live streams of his tournaments online. She always talked about how he was a genius, how his physical abilities were godlike, and how he easily won every game he competed in. “Come on,” Jessica whined again. “Please? For me?” She batted her eyelashes. I sighed and closed my book again, rubbing my tired eyes. “Alright,” I replied, although I really just wanted to hide in my room and never see the star hockey player again. “I’ll go. But you owe me.” Jessica grinned and pranced out of the room while I got ready. I wanted to blend in, so I just wore a hoodie with the university logo on it and jeans. Jessica seemed a bit disappointed in my outfit choice but didn’t say anything as we made our way to the hockey arena. The whole way there, Jessica prattled on about Enzo. “His figure is just so perfect,” she said. “All of those appear in my dreams!” I hated to admit it, but hearing Jessica talk about Enzo made the memories of last night come flooding back… It made my body tingle. I tried to shake the thoughts out of my mind the best I could as we got in line to walk inside the arena, but I just couldn’t. The feeling of Enzo’s strong eyes on me as we were together, our limbs intertwined, was burned into my memory. I only hoped that I could leave this game without being seen by Enzo or Justin. Chapter 4 We walked inside the arena, which was already packed full of excited students. Half of the arena was reserved for our university, while the other half was reserved for the other university. Our school colors were burgundy and gold -- the other university was blue and black. “Let’s find a good seat,” Jessica said. I followed her up the stairs, then we shimmied between rows of seats toward a couple of empty spots. Once we had our seats, I could hear the conversation between other girls around me; their talking points mostly centered around Enzo. “Do you think he’ll make us succeed again?” “Of course! Enzo always plays perfectly.” “I feel so lucky just to be attending the same university as him!” I cringed a bit at the conversation and scrolled on my phone while I waited for the game to start. Beside me, Jessica pulled out a pair of binoculars and started scouring the ice rink. I can see the cheerleaders performing an energetic opening dance on ice skates before the game, with Lisa in the lead. She looked dazzling in her skimpy uniform, with her perfectly tanned legs and her hair pulled up into a high ponytail with a bow. She waved her pom poms around to hype the crowd up. Looking at the girl who stole my boyfriend made me sick. I had never been much of a sports fan, but the way the crowd was getting excited made me excited, too. As the hockey players skated out onto the rink, some of them skated up to certain cheerleaders who were their girlfriends and kissed them publicly. I could see Justin and Lisa exchanging glances. Justin had never brought me to his games, even though we had been dating for a couple of months. When I did go to his games, he never paid any attention to me until after. I thought that he was just shy at the time, but now I knew that he just didn’t want Lisa to see us together. “Don’t pay any attention to Justin,” Jessica said, handing me the binoculars so I could see better. “He’s not worth your time.” I took the binoculars and peered through them. For some reason, I searched for Enzo. I didn’t know why I wanted to see him so badly, but I did. And he saw me. Somehow, despite the thousands of students in this massive arena, Enzo looked directly at me. It was as though he had a sixth sense, like he knew exactly where I was without even having to think. Even from here, I could see the hint of wildness in his eyes from the night before; like I was his prey. I quickly gave the binoculars back to Jessica as my face turned red. Enzo turned away and skated out to the middle of the rink, skating around in circles and pumping his hockey stick in the air while the crowd cheered. All around me, girls screamed and swooned while guys whooped and hollered. The game started. I lost sight of the puck quickly, but was able to follow the game by watching Enzo, who skated as fast as lightning and moved nimbly around the rink as though he was born with ice skates on his feet. He would perform quick moves with his hockey stick to fake out the opponents, hitting the puck between their legs to one of his teammates before zooming away. He moved so quickly that he was almost like a flash. For some reason, it seemed almost supernatural to me… but no one else seemed to notice, so I figured that it was just in my head. Soon, the opponents became frustrated and aggressive. One player in particular -- I think he was the captain of the other team -- started following Enzo closely and trying to trip him up. “C’mon, Enzo!” Jessica shouted. “I hope he doesn’t get hurt,” another girl said from beside me, sitting up in her seat to see over someone in front of us. Enzo scored a goal, and suddenly, the other team’s captain threw his stick and his helmet down on the ice and tackled Enzo. The crowd gasped as they tussled on the ice. The other player threw punches at Enzo while Enzo only blocked and dodged, clearly not wanting to hurt the other player. It was now that I finally realized how much pressure was on Enzo as the star hockey player. I held my breath as I watched the fight, images of us that night flashing in my mind. For some reason, I cared enough about Enzo to not want him to get hurt. I didn’t care to look at Justin for even a second. The referee blew his whistle and broke up the fight. The crowd cheered as Enzo stood and put his helmet back on, covering his curly hair. The other player was put on the bench for his behavior and the game continued with a penalty for the other team. During halftime, the cheerleaders returned to the rink and began their halftime show. “You hungry?” I said to Jessica. She looked at me and shrugged, too involved in her conversation with another girl about how charming Enzo looked dodging the unsportsmanlike competitor during the fight. As long as I had known her, Jessica always had an easy time making friends. I didn’t mind it, because I was more introverted and appreciated the fact that she usually took control of all of the socializing at things like this. I stood and shimmied out of our row, then went down the bleachers toward the food stands. My stomach was growling and the smell of soft pretzels was making me even more hungry. “One soft pretzel, please,” I said to the vendor. “And water, too.” I handed my money to the vendor and waited for my pretzel. Just then, I felt someone watching me and turned around to see none other than Enzo. He was standing with his teammates by the side of the rink as they rested and drank water, but he was staring right at me. His eyes almost glowed. My heart started to race as I found myself unable to break away from his strong gaze. Something about him made me want to walk over to him as if I was in a trance… “Miss? Hello?” The vendor broke me out of my trance. He was holding out my pretzel and my water. “Oh… Sorry,” I said. “Thank you.” I took my pretzel. When I turned back, Enzo was no longer looking at me and was instead entrenched in a conversation with a teammate as though he hadn’t just been staring into my soul. I considered going back to Jessica, but after the encounter with Enzo finding me in the massive crowd and staring at me just now, I only wanted to leave. I decided to make up an excuse later and just go home; Jessica had made some friends already and probably wouldn’t even notice my absence. She could fill me in on the results of the game later. I left the arena, tossing my uneaten pretzel in the trash on the way out as my stomach suddenly felt too sick to eat. The cool autumn air was a bit of a relief as I walked back to the dorms, although I still felt stifled like I was being watched… or hunted. How was Enzo able to spot me in the crowd like that? And why did he always look so animalistic and hungry when he looked at me? I had never heard any of his many other flings complain of such a thing, so maybe it was all in my head. It had to be. Why else would Enzo seem like such a predator? | Listen to books | 145 | https://facebook.com/100093148902033 | 0 | LEARN_MORE | 1692169200 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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You never play with girls more than once. You should be thanking me because I’m just making it easy for you.” “Is that what you really think of me?” Enzo asked. He didn’t try to hide his voice at all. For some reason, I felt more confident confronting him now. “Everyone knows you’re a player who only has fun with girls once before moving on to the next,” I said, stepping around him. He didn’t block me this time, but turned and frowned. “Well, you’re different,” he replied. Was this some sort of prank? The hockey captain, the star of the school, and a player thought I was “different” enough to keep talking to me after we spent a night together? I wondered if Lisa or Justin put him up to this to rub it in that I would never find love. Enzo stepped closer to me and brushed a bit of hair out of my eyes, finally lowering his voice to a whisper. “I want to have a second time with you.” Chapter 1 Nina It was the night of my coming-of-age party. I was most of all excited for one thing: tonight, Justin would finally announce that he was my boyfriend. Justin and I had been seeing each other for a couple of months now, but we had kept things under wraps so far. Frankly, I would have preferred to make our relationship public right away -- he was one of the most handsome and popular guys on campus, and was on the hockey team -- but he insisted that we wait until the right time. “I want to save announcing our relationship for a special night, baby,” he had told me. I had been asking when he would make our relationship public for a while, but maybe he was right; it was best to wait until a special time. That meant that he really loved me, right? As I stood in front of the mirror and admired myself, I felt confident that Justin would make our relationship public tonight. I prepared a surprise for him under my outfit now because I was certain that we would finally spend our first night together. Aside from the surprise above, which was a hot red lace set that I picked out at the mall a couple of days before the party, I was wearing a short, tight skirt that showed off my curves, a pink crop top, and heels. I wore red lipstick and black eyeliner, too. I felt a bit awkward wearing an outfit like this, as I usually dressed in jeans and hoodies; but my roommates, Jessica and Lori, insisted that I dress up for the party. The only thing that I kept the same about myself tonight was my hair, which had bangs and two long braids. I always wore my hair like this and never liked it any other way. Some people said it was childish, but I thought it was cute and practical. “You look so hot, Nina!” Jessica said as I came out of the room. “The guys are gonna be all over you!” I didn’t say anything about Justin. Even my own roommates didn’t know about our relationship. Lori looked at her phone and took another swig of her drink. “Everyone should be here any minute,” she said in her low, sultry voice. Lori was the quintessential “goth girl” on campus, which was a stark contrast from Jessica’s bubbly nature and my studious attitude. Somehow, though, we were all best friends. Just then, the door burst open with the first guests arriving. The group of guys and girls flooded in, whooping and hollering, excited for the party. With a grin, Jessica cranked up the music and started greeting people while I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. Lori walked over to the couch and sat down, scrolling on her phone; she really only ever came to parties for food and drink. Soon enough, the suite was full of people. The LED lights flashed red, green, and blue while the music played loudly, and the guests started getting excited and playing games. The main attraction seemed to be the bar table, where the boys competed like their lives depended on it, but people also hung out around the seating area, played games, and talk on the balcony. A while into the party, Justin finally arrived. I got excited, but instead of coming over to me and greeting me, he simply made a beeline for the bar table and joined the game. During a lull in the game, I sent Justin a text: “Well? Are we gonna announce it?” I watched from the corner as he pulled out his phone, read the text, then pocketed his phone again. He looked at me and subtly shrugged, then returned to his game as though he didn’t even know me. “Are you okay?” Jessica said, coming over to me with an extra drink in her hand for me. I shrugged. “I’m just not much of a partier, that’s all,” I said. “You just need a little courage, that’s all!” she said, clinking her bottle with mine and taking a big swig. I looked down at my drink and frowned. Jessica was right, but the drink wasn’t going to cut it -- not with how Justin was treating me tonight. “How about something more exciting?” I said. Jessica’s eyes lit up and she turned around to face the group, cupping her hands around her mouth to shout. “Hey everyone!” she shouted. “The birthday girl wants shots!” By my seventh shot, however, I started to feel woozy and felt like I was going to throw up. I stumbled down the hall to the bathroom and made it to the toilet just in time. When I was done throwing up, I stood up and made my way over to the sink, where I splashed some cold water on my face and took some deep breaths to sober myself up. I looked at my smudged makeup and my messy hair in the mirror, trying not to cry as I thought about Justin. Why was he treating me like this? Just a few days ago, we were making out behind the hockey arena and now he was acting like he didn’t even know me. Was he just nervous about announcing our relationship, or was it something else? Taking another deep breath and wiping the tears off of my face, I straightened up and decided to go talk to Justin. When I left the bathroom, however, he wasn’t anywhere to be found. “Hey, have you seen Justin?” I asked a guest. She just shrugged her shoulders and pointed toward my bedroom. Maybe he just went inside to be alone for a minute, which would give us some time to talk. I made my way over to my room, weaving drunkenly through the crowd. When I opened the door, however, I wished that I had just stayed away. Justin wasn’t alone. He was with another girl -- it was Lisa, the cheerleading captain. They were tangled together, Justin’s pants pulled down and Lisa’s clothes on the floor. “What is happening!” I screamed. The party went silent, aside from the music, which someone quickly shut off. Justin and Lisa sat up in my bed; Justin looked even more drunk and high than before, but immediately jumped up when he saw me and yanked his pants up. “Nina, it’s not what it looks like,” he said, stumbling toward me while Lisa simply stood up with a smirk, smoothing down her skirt. She strutted out of the room and bumped me with her shoulder on the way out as I continued to stare at Justin in shock and disbelief. Justin stammered as he tried to explain himself. “I’m so sorry, I-” “Justin…” I interrupted, my voice shaking. “We. Are. Done.” Without another word, I turned away and stormed out of the suite with Jessica and Lori calling after me. I walked out of the dorms into the cool spring air, turning this way and that for a bit before deciding to make my way toward town. I walked for a while, fuming the entire time and muttering to myself until I finally made it to a local bar. I nodded gratefully as the bartender poured me a glass, and I sipped it miserably while he disappeared into the kitchen. I pulled my phone out of my pocket to see that I had several missed calls and “Where are you?!?” texts from Jessica and Lori, but I ignored them and tossed my phone down on the bar, taking a big swig and cursing to myself. “Yeah, I hate my phone, too,” a male voice said from beside me. I looked over to see a guy pulling up a barstool a couple of seats down. He was wearing a red flannel shirt and a sharp jawline. He was muscular, too. “I hate everything right now,” I said, swirling my drink around in my glass with my straw. “How come?” The boy looked at me, and just then, I came to a shocking realization: this was Enzo, Justin’s hockey captain, the star of the school, every girl’s dream boy. And he was sitting next to me, in this quiet dive bar, talking to me. Chapter 2 Enzo must have noticed the expression on my face when I finally recognized him, because he smirked and held out a napkin for me. “Your makeup is smudged.” I blushed and grabbed the napkin from his hand, using it to wipe away my makeup while Enzo continued to stare at me. “Rough night?” he said once I finished cleaning up my makeup. “I guess you could say that,” I replied. “You know,” he said, his deep brown eyes studying my face, “you look better without makeup.” His words made me blush even more. What were the odds that the hockey captain would be hitting on me on the night of my birthday, right after my boyfriend had cheated on me? “Do you treat all the girls like this?” I said suddenly, surprised and embarrassed at my own question. It must have been the drink. Enzo simply smirked again and finished the last of his drink. He reached forward and brushed a bit of hair out of my face. “If you’re so intrigued by how I treat girls, why don’t you come and see it for yourself? I live in Dorm B, fourth floor. Room 409.” His voice was low and sultry, and as we leaned closer together, I felt my breathing become slower and more aroused. I frowned then and pulled away. I needed comfort tonight, but not that sort of comfort. “No way,” I said, crossing my arms. “I know your reputation. You’re a player.” “So what if I am?” Enzo murmured. “It’s your decision, but my room is open to you all night. You can just walk right in. No need to knock.” With that, Enzo sat back up and tossed some money down on the bar. “I’ll pay for the lady’s drink,” he said to the bartender, then threw his jacket over his shoulder and sauntered out of the bar. I kept sipping my drink while I thought about the unexpected proposition. Enzo was well-known as an adonis, a handsome player. Ever since Enzo and Lisa -- the cheerleader who stole my boyfriend -- broke up last semester, Enzo became known around the campus for being a bit of a player. He never had another girlfriend after Lisa, and seemed uninterested with women when it came to knowing them for more than one night. I had never been interested in those deeds. In high school, I was nerdy and never had a chance with any of the boys. The one time I thought I had a chance when the football quarterback asked me to prom, it turned out to be a prank. The whole school laughed at me as I showed up in my blue dress, excited to dance with the quarterback, only for him to trip me and make me fall on the dance floor. “Why would I want you?” he had said, pointing and laughing. “Fatty Nina will never have a boyfriend!” After that, I swore that I would just focus on my studies. I eventually grew out of that phase once I started college, and lots of boys tried to get me to hook up with them, but I just wasn’t interested. If I was going to let a boy interrupt my studies, he would have to be perfect. I had thought that Justin would be the one. He seemed so sweet and kind, but I guess that wasn’t the case. After this, I felt like never falling in love again. “Sorry to say this, young lady, but the bar’s closing soon,” the bartender said, breaking me out of my deep thought. I nodded and finished off the last of my drink, then stood and left the bar. The thought of going home right now almost made me sick. Maybe I didn’t have to go home tonight. I showed up at Enzo’s place a little while later. Before I walked in, I hesitated for a little while as I considered just keeping my dignity and going home. But I was all dressed up tonight with expensive lingerie, and besides… with Justin and Lisa’s double betrayal, what would be a better way to get back at them both? Taking a deep breath, I turned the knob and walked into Enzo’s dorm. He was sitting on the couch when I arrived, as though he had been waiting for me. “Changed your mind, eh?” he said, standing and crossing the room toward me. He was much taller than me, and muscular to boot. This close, I could smell his cologne. It sent a shiver down my spine. “So,” he said, “what changed your mind? I thought my reputation scared you.” “I just… Could use a little comfort,” I said. Without saying anything, he leaned down and cupped my chin with his hand. He kissed me deeply. He was soft and sweet, much unlike the rough and rugged hockey player who I had thought he was. After we kissed, he wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up to carry me to the bedroom. We never left each other the whole way there, and when we arrived his dimly lit bedroom he slammed the door behind us and laid me down on the bed. I was trembling, but there was something surprisingly gentle about Enzo’s touch. I had expected a careless brute who only cared about getting himself off, but as he leaned over me and gave me a shockingly sweet, gentle smile, I realized that my assumptions were wrong. Enzo kissed me deeply again, his body pressing against mine. I felt myself relax beneath his touch as my heart began to patter, a wave of emotion washing over me that I hadn’t ever felt before. But there was something that he didn’t know; something that made me nervous and worried that he wouldn’t want to be with me that night after I told him. “I should tell you that I’ve never done this before,” I whispered. Enzo was silent for a few moments. I was worried he wouldn’t want to continue after learning this about me, but then he merely smirked. “I figured,” he replied, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose. “I’ll be gentle with you.” When Enzo touched me after that, he kept true to his promise to be gentle with me. As his hands ran along my body, I noticed that he kept looking up at me with his soft brown eyes as though he was checking on me, and he gave me time to relax before trying to take it further. I was nervous, but something about the way he looked at me gave me a little confidence, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I had been wrong about the hockey player. A few minutes later, he looked me deeply in the eyes as if to ask if I was ready. I was trembling all over, partially from nerves and partially from the tingling in my body. “Lingerie, huh?” he whispered, sounding somewhat amused when he saw my innerwear. I blushed. “Since you went to all that trouble, why don’t you give me a show?” Still blushing, I took a deep breath and did as he asked. My hands shook at first, but soon I began to gain a little more confidence from the way that he looked at me with so much fire in his eyes, and I didn’t feel so nervous. Finally, I revealed myself to him as the last of my clothes hit the floor. Enzo’s eyes were wide as he gazed at me, but the slight smirk on his face never left. Then, with a soft smile, he held his hand out for me. I took it, feeling how small my hand was in his calloused palm, and couldn’t ignore the way my heart fluttered when he pulled me close. We laid beneath the sheets after that, our limbs tangled together and our hearts so close I could feel it beating through his ribcage. I was scared at first, but Enzo reassured me that it was okay. “I’ll be gentle. I promise,” he whispered gently, cradling me close to him. …… When it was over, Enzo and I laid in bed for a minute before he got up and put on his underwear. I sat up, feeling both heavenly and ashamed of myself. There was something different about Enzo now; his body language seemed more wild and dominant, and when he looked at me, his pupils were dilated. His eyes almost seemed like a different color. He smiled at me then and his teeth were sharp and glistening. My heart started to race as I felt like he was a wolf and I was his prey. Swallowing, I stood and put the rest of my clothes on. “See you around.” Before Enzo could reply, I rushed out of the bedroom and left the dorm. What was that look he gave me? Why did he look so… feral? Chapter 3 It was almost four o’clock in the morning by the time I finally returned to my dorm. Jessica and Lori were already asleep in their rooms judging from how dark and quiet everything was. The suite was a mess from the party and we would no doubt be spending the next day cleaning, but I was too hungover and tired to care at the moment. It appeared as though Lori and Jessica must have changed my sheets for me though, which I would have to thank them for in the morning. I wouldn’t have been able to sleep on the same sheets that Justin and Lisa had lied on. As I lay in bed trying to sleep, I was kept awake by my regrets. Had I just given myself to a near-stranger? A womanizer? All to get revenge against Justin and Lisa? I had never been so impulsive like this, especially when it came to love. Right now, I felt embarrassed and ashamed of this blunder. Enzo was incredibly attractive and the time we spent together was wonderful, but right now, I just wanted to forget about it. When I woke the next morning, my head pounded and my stomach hurt from all of the drinks from the night before. I rolled out of bed, ignoring my appearance as I stumbled into the kitchen in my oversized t-shirt and shorts. I just needed some coffee. “You know, you could’ve at least told us where you went last night,” Lori said from her usual spot at the kitchen island. She had a cup of coffee in front of her and was reading A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. “I’m sorry,” I replied, my face turning red as I remembered what happened after the party. “I just needed to get out.” “Why didn’t you tell us that you and Justin were a thing?” Jessica suddenly said, emerging from her room with a towel around her hair while she wore a fluffy pink robe and bunny slippers. She folded her arms and glared at me, pouting. I hung my head low as I poured myself a cup of coffee. I tried to hide it as the tears started to well up, but it was no use. Jessica rushed over to me and wrapped her arms around me while Lori watched with a sorry expression on her face. “I’m sorry,” I said between sobs. “H-He told me he just wanted to wait until the right time to make our relationship public. I t-thought he was just being a gentleman.” “Trash,” Lori replied. “Most of them, anyway. Don’t beat yourself up over it. You can do way better than Justin Thurlow.” Jessica nodded and rubbed my back, agreeing with Lori. “Yeah,” she said. “Screw boys. You’re smart and hot and you’re gonna be a doctor! Who needs boys? C’mon, let’s go get some breakfast.” Jessica and Lori were right. Boys were just a waste of time, and I had more important things to think about. I changed into my usual jeans and hoodie, brushed and braided my hair, and went with my roommates to the dining hall. “Oh my god!” Jessica exclaimed as we approached the dining hall. She squealed and pointed at none other than Enzo coming out the door. Jessica’s excitement garnered the attention of other nearby girls, who also squealed and waved as Enzo approached. I grabbed my hair and used it to shield my face. I just wanted to shrink down into myself. Why did I have to run into Enzo right now, the morning after what we had done? To make matters worse, he approached us and stood in front of us. Even Lori seemed a bit excited at his presence. Did he even remember our night together, or was he confused by how strangely I was acting? “Hi, Enzo!” Jessica said, twirling a bit of her hair around her finger. “Are you excited about the homecoming game today?” I kept my gaze fixed on the ground, letting my bangs fall into my face, but I could feel Enzo’s stern gaze on me. “Yeah,” he replied. “Although, it’s not as exciting when we always know we’re gonna crush the other team. I hope they put up a good fight.” Jessica giggled like a giddy schoolgirl. I took a chance and glanced up, hoping to see Enzo walking away, but was met instead by his strong gaze fixed on me. He looked far less animalistic now; maybe his appearance last night was just a trick of the light or a result of the drink. Enzo had his arms folded as he looked at me. He looked almost disapproving. Was he upset that I walked out on him last night? It hardly seemed likely, given his reputation, but my heart still ached a bit. “You ready for practice, Enzo?” another guy said, striding up to us. He looked Jessica up and down hungrily, then glanced at me before looking at Enzo. Enzo nodded and stuck his hands in his pockets, his eyes still on me. “Yeah. Let’s go.” Later that afternoon, after we had cleaned up the dorm, I was in my room studying for an upcoming biology exam when Jessica came into my room. She was wearing a pleated pink mini-skirt, a fuzzy white sweater, and white sneakers with leg warmers. She had a full face of makeup on and her hair was curled perfectly. “Oh my god, you’re not ready yet?” she said, storming over to me and snapping my book shut unceremoniously. “Hey!” I said, throwing my pen down on my desk. “I was studying.” “Studying can wait,” Jessica replied. “Come on, let’s go to the hockey game! I heard some rumors that Enzo is planning on using some new moves.” My heart leaped up into my throat. “I’m not going,” I said, opening my book up to the page I was on. Jessica clearly didn’t like my response, because she stamped her foot on the ground angrily. “Aw, come on!” she whined. “You’re not really gonna make me go alone, are you?” I didn’t have the heart to tell my friend the truth about where I was last night. If she knew that I slept with Enzo, she would be heartbroken. Jessica had been pining away for Enzo since our first semester. He had never given her too much attention, but still, she went to all of his games, cheered him on, and even watched all the live streams of his tournaments online. She always talked about how he was a genius, how his physical abilities were godlike, and how he easily won every game he competed in. “Come on,” Jessica whined again. “Please? For me?” She batted her eyelashes. I sighed and closed my book again, rubbing my tired eyes. “Alright,” I replied, although I really just wanted to hide in my room and never see the star hockey player again. “I’ll go. But you owe me.” Jessica grinned and pranced out of the room while I got ready. I wanted to blend in, so I just wore a hoodie with the university logo on it and jeans. Jessica seemed a bit disappointed in my outfit choice but didn’t say anything as we made our way to the hockey arena. The whole way there, Jessica prattled on about Enzo. “His figure is just so perfect,” she said. “All of those appear in my dreams!” I hated to admit it, but hearing Jessica talk about Enzo made the memories of last night come flooding back… It made my body tingle. I tried to shake the thoughts out of my mind the best I could as we got in line to walk inside the arena, but I just couldn’t. The feeling of Enzo’s strong eyes on me as we were together, our limbs intertwined, was burned into my memory. I only hoped that I could leave this game without being seen by Enzo or Justin. Chapter 4 We walked inside the arena, which was already packed full of excited students. Half of the arena was reserved for our university, while the other half was reserved for the other university. Our school colors were burgundy and gold -- the other university was blue and black. “Let’s find a good seat,” Jessica said. I followed her up the stairs, then we shimmied between rows of seats toward a couple of empty spots. Once we had our seats, I could hear the conversation between other girls around me; their talking points mostly centered around Enzo. “Do you think he’ll make us succeed again?” “Of course! Enzo always plays perfectly.” “I feel so lucky just to be attending the same university as him!” I cringed a bit at the conversation and scrolled on my phone while I waited for the game to start. Beside me, Jessica pulled out a pair of binoculars and started scouring the ice rink. I can see the cheerleaders performing an energetic opening dance on ice skates before the game, with Lisa in the lead. She looked dazzling in her skimpy uniform, with her perfectly tanned legs and her hair pulled up into a high ponytail with a bow. She waved her pom poms around to hype the crowd up. Looking at the girl who stole my boyfriend made me sick. I had never been much of a sports fan, but the way the crowd was getting excited made me excited, too. As the hockey players skated out onto the rink, some of them skated up to certain cheerleaders who were their girlfriends and kissed them publicly. I could see Justin and Lisa exchanging glances. Justin had never brought me to his games, even though we had been dating for a couple of months. When I did go to his games, he never paid any attention to me until after. I thought that he was just shy at the time, but now I knew that he just didn’t want Lisa to see us together. “Don’t pay any attention to Justin,” Jessica said, handing me the binoculars so I could see better. “He’s not worth your time.” I took the binoculars and peered through them. For some reason, I searched for Enzo. I didn’t know why I wanted to see him so badly, but I did. And he saw me. Somehow, despite the thousands of students in this massive arena, Enzo looked directly at me. It was as though he had a sixth sense, like he knew exactly where I was without even having to think. Even from here, I could see the hint of wildness in his eyes from the night before; like I was his prey. I quickly gave the binoculars back to Jessica as my face turned red. Enzo turned away and skated out to the middle of the rink, skating around in circles and pumping his hockey stick in the air while the crowd cheered. All around me, girls screamed and swooned while guys whooped and hollered. The game started. I lost sight of the puck quickly, but was able to follow the game by watching Enzo, who skated as fast as lightning and moved nimbly around the rink as though he was born with ice skates on his feet. He would perform quick moves with his hockey stick to fake out the opponents, hitting the puck between their legs to one of his teammates before zooming away. He moved so quickly that he was almost like a flash. For some reason, it seemed almost supernatural to me… but no one else seemed to notice, so I figured that it was just in my head. Soon, the opponents became frustrated and aggressive. One player in particular -- I think he was the captain of the other team -- started following Enzo closely and trying to trip him up. “C’mon, Enzo!” Jessica shouted. “I hope he doesn’t get hurt,” another girl said from beside me, sitting up in her seat to see over someone in front of us. Enzo scored a goal, and suddenly, the other team’s captain threw his stick and his helmet down on the ice and tackled Enzo. The crowd gasped as they tussled on the ice. The other player threw punches at Enzo while Enzo only blocked and dodged, clearly not wanting to hurt the other player. It was now that I finally realized how much pressure was on Enzo as the star hockey player. I held my breath as I watched the fight, images of us that night flashing in my mind. For some reason, I cared enough about Enzo to not want him to get hurt. I didn’t care to look at Justin for even a second. The referee blew his whistle and broke up the fight. The crowd cheered as Enzo stood and put his helmet back on, covering his curly hair. The other player was put on the bench for his behavior and the game continued with a penalty for the other team. During halftime, the cheerleaders returned to the rink and began their halftime show. “You hungry?” I said to Jessica. She looked at me and shrugged, too involved in her conversation with another girl about how charming Enzo looked dodging the unsportsmanlike competitor during the fight. As long as I had known her, Jessica always had an easy time making friends. I didn’t mind it, because I was more introverted and appreciated the fact that she usually took control of all of the socializing at things like this. I stood and shimmied out of our row, then went down the bleachers toward the food stands. My stomach was growling and the smell of soft pretzels was making me even more hungry. “One soft pretzel, please,” I said to the vendor. “And water, too.” I handed my money to the vendor and waited for my pretzel. Just then, I felt someone watching me and turned around to see none other than Enzo. He was standing with his teammates by the side of the rink as they rested and drank water, but he was staring right at me. His eyes almost glowed. My heart started to race as I found myself unable to break away from his strong gaze. Something about him made me want to walk over to him as if I was in a trance… “Miss? Hello?” The vendor broke me out of my trance. He was holding out my pretzel and my water. “Oh… Sorry,” I said. “Thank you.” I took my pretzel. When I turned back, Enzo was no longer looking at me and was instead entrenched in a conversation with a teammate as though he hadn’t just been staring into my soul. I considered going back to Jessica, but after the encounter with Enzo finding me in the massive crowd and staring at me just now, I only wanted to leave. I decided to make up an excuse later and just go home; Jessica had made some friends already and probably wouldn’t even notice my absence. She could fill me in on the results of the game later. I left the arena, tossing my uneaten pretzel in the trash on the way out as my stomach suddenly felt too sick to eat. The cool autumn air was a bit of a relief as I walked back to the dorms, although I still felt stifled like I was being watched… or hunted. How was Enzo able to spot me in the crowd like that? And why did he always look so animalistic and hungry when he looked at me? I had never heard any of his many other flings complain of such a thing, so maybe it was all in my head. It had to be. Why else would Enzo seem like such a predator? | Listen to books | 145 | https://facebook.com/100093148902033 | 0 | LEARN_MORE | 1692169200 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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You never play with girls more than once. You should be thanking me because I’m just making it easy for you.” “Is that what you really think of me?” Enzo asked. He didn’t try to hide his voice at all. For some reason, I felt more confident confronting him now. “Everyone knows you’re a player who only has fun with girls once before moving on to the next,” I said, stepping around him. He didn’t block me this time, but turned and frowned. “Well, you’re different,” he replied. Was this some sort of prank? The hockey captain, the star of the school, and a player thought I was “different” enough to keep talking to me after we spent a night together? I wondered if Lisa or Justin put him up to this to rub it in that I would never find love. Enzo stepped closer to me and brushed a bit of hair out of my eyes, finally lowering his voice to a whisper. “I want to have a second time with you.” Chapter 1 Nina It was the night of my coming-of-age party. I was most of all excited for one thing: tonight, Justin would finally announce that he was my boyfriend. Justin and I had been seeing each other for a couple of months now, but we had kept things under wraps so far. Frankly, I would have preferred to make our relationship public right away -- he was one of the most handsome and popular guys on campus, and was on the hockey team -- but he insisted that we wait until the right time. “I want to save announcing our relationship for a special night, baby,” he had told me. I had been asking when he would make our relationship public for a while, but maybe he was right; it was best to wait until a special time. That meant that he really loved me, right? As I stood in front of the mirror and admired myself, I felt confident that Justin would make our relationship public tonight. I prepared a surprise for him under my outfit now because I was certain that we would finally spend our first night together. Aside from the surprise above, which was a hot red lace set that I picked out at the mall a couple of days before the party, I was wearing a short, tight skirt that showed off my curves, a pink crop top, and heels. I wore red lipstick and black eyeliner, too. I felt a bit awkward wearing an outfit like this, as I usually dressed in jeans and hoodies; but my roommates, Jessica and Lori, insisted that I dress up for the party. The only thing that I kept the same about myself tonight was my hair, which had bangs and two long braids. I always wore my hair like this and never liked it any other way. Some people said it was childish, but I thought it was cute and practical. “You look so hot, Nina!” Jessica said as I came out of the room. “The guys are gonna be all over you!” I didn’t say anything about Justin. Even my own roommates didn’t know about our relationship. Lori looked at her phone and took another swig of her drink. “Everyone should be here any minute,” she said in her low, sultry voice. Lori was the quintessential “goth girl” on campus, which was a stark contrast from Jessica’s bubbly nature and my studious attitude. Somehow, though, we were all best friends. Just then, the door burst open with the first guests arriving. The group of guys and girls flooded in, whooping and hollering, excited for the party. With a grin, Jessica cranked up the music and started greeting people while I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. Lori walked over to the couch and sat down, scrolling on her phone; she really only ever came to parties for food and drink. Soon enough, the suite was full of people. The LED lights flashed red, green, and blue while the music played loudly, and the guests started getting excited and playing games. The main attraction seemed to be the bar table, where the boys competed like their lives depended on it, but people also hung out around the seating area, played games, and talk on the balcony. A while into the party, Justin finally arrived. I got excited, but instead of coming over to me and greeting me, he simply made a beeline for the bar table and joined the game. During a lull in the game, I sent Justin a text: “Well? Are we gonna announce it?” I watched from the corner as he pulled out his phone, read the text, then pocketed his phone again. He looked at me and subtly shrugged, then returned to his game as though he didn’t even know me. “Are you okay?” Jessica said, coming over to me with an extra drink in her hand for me. I shrugged. “I’m just not much of a partier, that’s all,” I said. “You just need a little courage, that’s all!” she said, clinking her bottle with mine and taking a big swig. I looked down at my drink and frowned. Jessica was right, but the drink wasn’t going to cut it -- not with how Justin was treating me tonight. “How about something more exciting?” I said. Jessica’s eyes lit up and she turned around to face the group, cupping her hands around her mouth to shout. “Hey everyone!” she shouted. “The birthday girl wants shots!” By my seventh shot, however, I started to feel woozy and felt like I was going to throw up. I stumbled down the hall to the bathroom and made it to the toilet just in time. When I was done throwing up, I stood up and made my way over to the sink, where I splashed some cold water on my face and took some deep breaths to sober myself up. I looked at my smudged makeup and my messy hair in the mirror, trying not to cry as I thought about Justin. Why was he treating me like this? Just a few days ago, we were making out behind the hockey arena and now he was acting like he didn’t even know me. Was he just nervous about announcing our relationship, or was it something else? Taking another deep breath and wiping the tears off of my face, I straightened up and decided to go talk to Justin. When I left the bathroom, however, he wasn’t anywhere to be found. “Hey, have you seen Justin?” I asked a guest. She just shrugged her shoulders and pointed toward my bedroom. Maybe he just went inside to be alone for a minute, which would give us some time to talk. I made my way over to my room, weaving drunkenly through the crowd. When I opened the door, however, I wished that I had just stayed away. Justin wasn’t alone. He was with another girl -- it was Lisa, the cheerleading captain. They were tangled together, Justin’s pants pulled down and Lisa’s clothes on the floor. “What is happening!” I screamed. The party went silent, aside from the music, which someone quickly shut off. Justin and Lisa sat up in my bed; Justin looked even more drunk and high than before, but immediately jumped up when he saw me and yanked his pants up. “Nina, it’s not what it looks like,” he said, stumbling toward me while Lisa simply stood up with a smirk, smoothing down her skirt. She strutted out of the room and bumped me with her shoulder on the way out as I continued to stare at Justin in shock and disbelief. Justin stammered as he tried to explain himself. “I’m so sorry, I-” “Justin…” I interrupted, my voice shaking. “We. Are. Done.” Without another word, I turned away and stormed out of the suite with Jessica and Lori calling after me. I walked out of the dorms into the cool spring air, turning this way and that for a bit before deciding to make my way toward town. I walked for a while, fuming the entire time and muttering to myself until I finally made it to a local bar. I nodded gratefully as the bartender poured me a glass, and I sipped it miserably while he disappeared into the kitchen. I pulled my phone out of my pocket to see that I had several missed calls and “Where are you?!?” texts from Jessica and Lori, but I ignored them and tossed my phone down on the bar, taking a big swig and cursing to myself. “Yeah, I hate my phone, too,” a male voice said from beside me. I looked over to see a guy pulling up a barstool a couple of seats down. He was wearing a red flannel shirt and a sharp jawline. He was muscular, too. “I hate everything right now,” I said, swirling my drink around in my glass with my straw. “How come?” The boy looked at me, and just then, I came to a shocking realization: this was Enzo, Justin’s hockey captain, the star of the school, every girl’s dream boy. And he was sitting next to me, in this quiet dive bar, talking to me. Chapter 2 Enzo must have noticed the expression on my face when I finally recognized him, because he smirked and held out a napkin for me. “Your makeup is smudged.” I blushed and grabbed the napkin from his hand, using it to wipe away my makeup while Enzo continued to stare at me. “Rough night?” he said once I finished cleaning up my makeup. “I guess you could say that,” I replied. “You know,” he said, his deep brown eyes studying my face, “you look better without makeup.” His words made me blush even more. What were the odds that the hockey captain would be hitting on me on the night of my birthday, right after my boyfriend had cheated on me? “Do you treat all the girls like this?” I said suddenly, surprised and embarrassed at my own question. It must have been the drink. Enzo simply smirked again and finished the last of his drink. He reached forward and brushed a bit of hair out of my face. “If you’re so intrigued by how I treat girls, why don’t you come and see it for yourself? I live in Dorm B, fourth floor. Room 409.” His voice was low and sultry, and as we leaned closer together, I felt my breathing become slower and more aroused. I frowned then and pulled away. I needed comfort tonight, but not that sort of comfort. “No way,” I said, crossing my arms. “I know your reputation. You’re a player.” “So what if I am?” Enzo murmured. “It’s your decision, but my room is open to you all night. You can just walk right in. No need to knock.” With that, Enzo sat back up and tossed some money down on the bar. “I’ll pay for the lady’s drink,” he said to the bartender, then threw his jacket over his shoulder and sauntered out of the bar. I kept sipping my drink while I thought about the unexpected proposition. Enzo was well-known as an adonis, a handsome player. Ever since Enzo and Lisa -- the cheerleader who stole my boyfriend -- broke up last semester, Enzo became known around the campus for being a bit of a player. He never had another girlfriend after Lisa, and seemed uninterested with women when it came to knowing them for more than one night. I had never been interested in those deeds. In high school, I was nerdy and never had a chance with any of the boys. The one time I thought I had a chance when the football quarterback asked me to prom, it turned out to be a prank. The whole school laughed at me as I showed up in my blue dress, excited to dance with the quarterback, only for him to trip me and make me fall on the dance floor. “Why would I want you?” he had said, pointing and laughing. “Fatty Nina will never have a boyfriend!” After that, I swore that I would just focus on my studies. I eventually grew out of that phase once I started college, and lots of boys tried to get me to hook up with them, but I just wasn’t interested. If I was going to let a boy interrupt my studies, he would have to be perfect. I had thought that Justin would be the one. He seemed so sweet and kind, but I guess that wasn’t the case. After this, I felt like never falling in love again. “Sorry to say this, young lady, but the bar’s closing soon,” the bartender said, breaking me out of my deep thought. I nodded and finished off the last of my drink, then stood and left the bar. The thought of going home right now almost made me sick. Maybe I didn’t have to go home tonight. I showed up at Enzo’s place a little while later. Before I walked in, I hesitated for a little while as I considered just keeping my dignity and going home. But I was all dressed up tonight with expensive lingerie, and besides… with Justin and Lisa’s double betrayal, what would be a better way to get back at them both? Taking a deep breath, I turned the knob and walked into Enzo’s dorm. He was sitting on the couch when I arrived, as though he had been waiting for me. “Changed your mind, eh?” he said, standing and crossing the room toward me. He was much taller than me, and muscular to boot. This close, I could smell his cologne. It sent a shiver down my spine. “So,” he said, “what changed your mind? I thought my reputation scared you.” “I just… Could use a little comfort,” I said. Without saying anything, he leaned down and cupped my chin with his hand. He kissed me deeply. He was soft and sweet, much unlike the rough and rugged hockey player who I had thought he was. After we kissed, he wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up to carry me to the bedroom. We never left each other the whole way there, and when we arrived his dimly lit bedroom he slammed the door behind us and laid me down on the bed. I was trembling, but there was something surprisingly gentle about Enzo’s touch. I had expected a careless brute who only cared about getting himself off, but as he leaned over me and gave me a shockingly sweet, gentle smile, I realized that my assumptions were wrong. Enzo kissed me deeply again, his body pressing against mine. I felt myself relax beneath his touch as my heart began to patter, a wave of emotion washing over me that I hadn’t ever felt before. But there was something that he didn’t know; something that made me nervous and worried that he wouldn’t want to be with me that night after I told him. “I should tell you that I’ve never done this before,” I whispered. Enzo was silent for a few moments. I was worried he wouldn’t want to continue after learning this about me, but then he merely smirked. “I figured,” he replied, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose. “I’ll be gentle with you.” When Enzo touched me after that, he kept true to his promise to be gentle with me. As his hands ran along my body, I noticed that he kept looking up at me with his soft brown eyes as though he was checking on me, and he gave me time to relax before trying to take it further. I was nervous, but something about the way he looked at me gave me a little confidence, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I had been wrong about the hockey player. A few minutes later, he looked me deeply in the eyes as if to ask if I was ready. I was trembling all over, partially from nerves and partially from the tingling in my body. “Lingerie, huh?” he whispered, sounding somewhat amused when he saw my innerwear. I blushed. “Since you went to all that trouble, why don’t you give me a show?” Still blushing, I took a deep breath and did as he asked. My hands shook at first, but soon I began to gain a little more confidence from the way that he looked at me with so much fire in his eyes, and I didn’t feel so nervous. Finally, I revealed myself to him as the last of my clothes hit the floor. Enzo’s eyes were wide as he gazed at me, but the slight smirk on his face never left. Then, with a soft smile, he held his hand out for me. I took it, feeling how small my hand was in his calloused palm, and couldn’t ignore the way my heart fluttered when he pulled me close. We laid beneath the sheets after that, our limbs tangled together and our hearts so close I could feel it beating through his ribcage. I was scared at first, but Enzo reassured me that it was okay. “I’ll be gentle. I promise,” he whispered gently, cradling me close to him. …… When it was over, Enzo and I laid in bed for a minute before he got up and put on his underwear. I sat up, feeling both heavenly and ashamed of myself. There was something different about Enzo now; his body language seemed more wild and dominant, and when he looked at me, his pupils were dilated. His eyes almost seemed like a different color. He smiled at me then and his teeth were sharp and glistening. My heart started to race as I felt like he was a wolf and I was his prey. Swallowing, I stood and put the rest of my clothes on. “See you around.” Before Enzo could reply, I rushed out of the bedroom and left the dorm. What was that look he gave me? Why did he look so… feral? Chapter 3 It was almost four o’clock in the morning by the time I finally returned to my dorm. Jessica and Lori were already asleep in their rooms judging from how dark and quiet everything was. The suite was a mess from the party and we would no doubt be spending the next day cleaning, but I was too hungover and tired to care at the moment. It appeared as though Lori and Jessica must have changed my sheets for me though, which I would have to thank them for in the morning. I wouldn’t have been able to sleep on the same sheets that Justin and Lisa had lied on. As I lay in bed trying to sleep, I was kept awake by my regrets. Had I just given myself to a near-stranger? A womanizer? All to get revenge against Justin and Lisa? I had never been so impulsive like this, especially when it came to love. Right now, I felt embarrassed and ashamed of this blunder. Enzo was incredibly attractive and the time we spent together was wonderful, but right now, I just wanted to forget about it. When I woke the next morning, my head pounded and my stomach hurt from all of the drinks from the night before. I rolled out of bed, ignoring my appearance as I stumbled into the kitchen in my oversized t-shirt and shorts. I just needed some coffee. “You know, you could’ve at least told us where you went last night,” Lori said from her usual spot at the kitchen island. She had a cup of coffee in front of her and was reading A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. “I’m sorry,” I replied, my face turning red as I remembered what happened after the party. “I just needed to get out.” “Why didn’t you tell us that you and Justin were a thing?” Jessica suddenly said, emerging from her room with a towel around her hair while she wore a fluffy pink robe and bunny slippers. She folded her arms and glared at me, pouting. I hung my head low as I poured myself a cup of coffee. I tried to hide it as the tears started to well up, but it was no use. Jessica rushed over to me and wrapped her arms around me while Lori watched with a sorry expression on her face. “I’m sorry,” I said between sobs. “H-He told me he just wanted to wait until the right time to make our relationship public. I t-thought he was just being a gentleman.” “Trash,” Lori replied. “Most of them, anyway. Don’t beat yourself up over it. You can do way better than Justin Thurlow.” Jessica nodded and rubbed my back, agreeing with Lori. “Yeah,” she said. “Screw boys. You’re smart and hot and you’re gonna be a doctor! Who needs boys? C’mon, let’s go get some breakfast.” Jessica and Lori were right. Boys were just a waste of time, and I had more important things to think about. I changed into my usual jeans and hoodie, brushed and braided my hair, and went with my roommates to the dining hall. “Oh my god!” Jessica exclaimed as we approached the dining hall. She squealed and pointed at none other than Enzo coming out the door. Jessica’s excitement garnered the attention of other nearby girls, who also squealed and waved as Enzo approached. I grabbed my hair and used it to shield my face. I just wanted to shrink down into myself. Why did I have to run into Enzo right now, the morning after what we had done? To make matters worse, he approached us and stood in front of us. Even Lori seemed a bit excited at his presence. Did he even remember our night together, or was he confused by how strangely I was acting? “Hi, Enzo!” Jessica said, twirling a bit of her hair around her finger. “Are you excited about the homecoming game today?” I kept my gaze fixed on the ground, letting my bangs fall into my face, but I could feel Enzo’s stern gaze on me. “Yeah,” he replied. “Although, it’s not as exciting when we always know we’re gonna crush the other team. I hope they put up a good fight.” Jessica giggled like a giddy schoolgirl. I took a chance and glanced up, hoping to see Enzo walking away, but was met instead by his strong gaze fixed on me. He looked far less animalistic now; maybe his appearance last night was just a trick of the light or a result of the drink. Enzo had his arms folded as he looked at me. He looked almost disapproving. Was he upset that I walked out on him last night? It hardly seemed likely, given his reputation, but my heart still ached a bit. “You ready for practice, Enzo?” another guy said, striding up to us. He looked Jessica up and down hungrily, then glanced at me before looking at Enzo. Enzo nodded and stuck his hands in his pockets, his eyes still on me. “Yeah. Let’s go.” Later that afternoon, after we had cleaned up the dorm, I was in my room studying for an upcoming biology exam when Jessica came into my room. She was wearing a pleated pink mini-skirt, a fuzzy white sweater, and white sneakers with leg warmers. She had a full face of makeup on and her hair was curled perfectly. “Oh my god, you’re not ready yet?” she said, storming over to me and snapping my book shut unceremoniously. “Hey!” I said, throwing my pen down on my desk. “I was studying.” “Studying can wait,” Jessica replied. “Come on, let’s go to the hockey game! I heard some rumors that Enzo is planning on using some new moves.” My heart leaped up into my throat. “I’m not going,” I said, opening my book up to the page I was on. Jessica clearly didn’t like my response, because she stamped her foot on the ground angrily. “Aw, come on!” she whined. “You’re not really gonna make me go alone, are you?” I didn’t have the heart to tell my friend the truth about where I was last night. If she knew that I slept with Enzo, she would be heartbroken. Jessica had been pining away for Enzo since our first semester. He had never given her too much attention, but still, she went to all of his games, cheered him on, and even watched all the live streams of his tournaments online. She always talked about how he was a genius, how his physical abilities were godlike, and how he easily won every game he competed in. “Come on,” Jessica whined again. “Please? For me?” She batted her eyelashes. I sighed and closed my book again, rubbing my tired eyes. “Alright,” I replied, although I really just wanted to hide in my room and never see the star hockey player again. “I’ll go. But you owe me.” Jessica grinned and pranced out of the room while I got ready. I wanted to blend in, so I just wore a hoodie with the university logo on it and jeans. Jessica seemed a bit disappointed in my outfit choice but didn’t say anything as we made our way to the hockey arena. The whole way there, Jessica prattled on about Enzo. “His figure is just so perfect,” she said. “All of those appear in my dreams!” I hated to admit it, but hearing Jessica talk about Enzo made the memories of last night come flooding back… It made my body tingle. I tried to shake the thoughts out of my mind the best I could as we got in line to walk inside the arena, but I just couldn’t. The feeling of Enzo’s strong eyes on me as we were together, our limbs intertwined, was burned into my memory. I only hoped that I could leave this game without being seen by Enzo or Justin. Chapter 4 We walked inside the arena, which was already packed full of excited students. Half of the arena was reserved for our university, while the other half was reserved for the other university. Our school colors were burgundy and gold -- the other university was blue and black. “Let’s find a good seat,” Jessica said. I followed her up the stairs, then we shimmied between rows of seats toward a couple of empty spots. Once we had our seats, I could hear the conversation between other girls around me; their talking points mostly centered around Enzo. “Do you think he’ll make us succeed again?” “Of course! Enzo always plays perfectly.” “I feel so lucky just to be attending the same university as him!” I cringed a bit at the conversation and scrolled on my phone while I waited for the game to start. Beside me, Jessica pulled out a pair of binoculars and started scouring the ice rink. I can see the cheerleaders performing an energetic opening dance on ice skates before the game, with Lisa in the lead. She looked dazzling in her skimpy uniform, with her perfectly tanned legs and her hair pulled up into a high ponytail with a bow. She waved her pom poms around to hype the crowd up. Looking at the girl who stole my boyfriend made me sick. I had never been much of a sports fan, but the way the crowd was getting excited made me excited, too. As the hockey players skated out onto the rink, some of them skated up to certain cheerleaders who were their girlfriends and kissed them publicly. I could see Justin and Lisa exchanging glances. Justin had never brought me to his games, even though we had been dating for a couple of months. When I did go to his games, he never paid any attention to me until after. I thought that he was just shy at the time, but now I knew that he just didn’t want Lisa to see us together. “Don’t pay any attention to Justin,” Jessica said, handing me the binoculars so I could see better. “He’s not worth your time.” I took the binoculars and peered through them. For some reason, I searched for Enzo. I didn’t know why I wanted to see him so badly, but I did. And he saw me. Somehow, despite the thousands of students in this massive arena, Enzo looked directly at me. It was as though he had a sixth sense, like he knew exactly where I was without even having to think. Even from here, I could see the hint of wildness in his eyes from the night before; like I was his prey. I quickly gave the binoculars back to Jessica as my face turned red. Enzo turned away and skated out to the middle of the rink, skating around in circles and pumping his hockey stick in the air while the crowd cheered. All around me, girls screamed and swooned while guys whooped and hollered. The game started. I lost sight of the puck quickly, but was able to follow the game by watching Enzo, who skated as fast as lightning and moved nimbly around the rink as though he was born with ice skates on his feet. He would perform quick moves with his hockey stick to fake out the opponents, hitting the puck between their legs to one of his teammates before zooming away. He moved so quickly that he was almost like a flash. For some reason, it seemed almost supernatural to me… but no one else seemed to notice, so I figured that it was just in my head. Soon, the opponents became frustrated and aggressive. One player in particular -- I think he was the captain of the other team -- started following Enzo closely and trying to trip him up. “C’mon, Enzo!” Jessica shouted. “I hope he doesn’t get hurt,” another girl said from beside me, sitting up in her seat to see over someone in front of us. Enzo scored a goal, and suddenly, the other team’s captain threw his stick and his helmet down on the ice and tackled Enzo. The crowd gasped as they tussled on the ice. The other player threw punches at Enzo while Enzo only blocked and dodged, clearly not wanting to hurt the other player. It was now that I finally realized how much pressure was on Enzo as the star hockey player. I held my breath as I watched the fight, images of us that night flashing in my mind. For some reason, I cared enough about Enzo to not want him to get hurt. I didn’t care to look at Justin for even a second. The referee blew his whistle and broke up the fight. The crowd cheered as Enzo stood and put his helmet back on, covering his curly hair. The other player was put on the bench for his behavior and the game continued with a penalty for the other team. During halftime, the cheerleaders returned to the rink and began their halftime show. “You hungry?” I said to Jessica. She looked at me and shrugged, too involved in her conversation with another girl about how charming Enzo looked dodging the unsportsmanlike competitor during the fight. As long as I had known her, Jessica always had an easy time making friends. I didn’t mind it, because I was more introverted and appreciated the fact that she usually took control of all of the socializing at things like this. I stood and shimmied out of our row, then went down the bleachers toward the food stands. My stomach was growling and the smell of soft pretzels was making me even more hungry. “One soft pretzel, please,” I said to the vendor. “And water, too.” I handed my money to the vendor and waited for my pretzel. Just then, I felt someone watching me and turned around to see none other than Enzo. He was standing with his teammates by the side of the rink as they rested and drank water, but he was staring right at me. His eyes almost glowed. My heart started to race as I found myself unable to break away from his strong gaze. Something about him made me want to walk over to him as if I was in a trance… “Miss? Hello?” The vendor broke me out of my trance. He was holding out my pretzel and my water. “Oh… Sorry,” I said. “Thank you.” I took my pretzel. When I turned back, Enzo was no longer looking at me and was instead entrenched in a conversation with a teammate as though he hadn’t just been staring into my soul. I considered going back to Jessica, but after the encounter with Enzo finding me in the massive crowd and staring at me just now, I only wanted to leave. I decided to make up an excuse later and just go home; Jessica had made some friends already and probably wouldn’t even notice my absence. She could fill me in on the results of the game later. I left the arena, tossing my uneaten pretzel in the trash on the way out as my stomach suddenly felt too sick to eat. The cool autumn air was a bit of a relief as I walked back to the dorms, although I still felt stifled like I was being watched… or hunted. How was Enzo able to spot me in the crowd like that? And why did he always look so animalistic and hungry when he looked at me? I had never heard any of his many other flings complain of such a thing, so maybe it was all in my head. It had to be. Why else would Enzo seem like such a predator? | Listen to books | 145 | https://facebook.com/100093148902033 | 0 | LEARN_MORE | 1692169200 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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You never play with girls more than once. You should be thanking me because I’m just making it easy for you.” “Is that what you really think of me?” Enzo asked. He didn’t try to hide his voice at all. For some reason, I felt more confident confronting him now. “Everyone knows you’re a player who only has fun with girls once before moving on to the next,” I said, stepping around him. He didn’t block me this time, but turned and frowned. “Well, you’re different,” he replied. Was this some sort of prank? The hockey captain, the star of the school, and a player thought I was “different” enough to keep talking to me after we spent a night together? I wondered if Lisa or Justin put him up to this to rub it in that I would never find love. Enzo stepped closer to me and brushed a bit of hair out of my eyes, finally lowering his voice to a whisper. “I want to have a second time with you.” Chapter 1 Nina It was the night of my coming-of-age party. I was most of all excited for one thing: tonight, Justin would finally announce that he was my boyfriend. Justin and I had been seeing each other for a couple of months now, but we had kept things under wraps so far. Frankly, I would have preferred to make our relationship public right away -- he was one of the most handsome and popular guys on campus, and was on the hockey team -- but he insisted that we wait until the right time. “I want to save announcing our relationship for a special night, baby,” he had told me. I had been asking when he would make our relationship public for a while, but maybe he was right; it was best to wait until a special time. That meant that he really loved me, right? As I stood in front of the mirror and admired myself, I felt confident that Justin would make our relationship public tonight. I prepared a surprise for him under my outfit now because I was certain that we would finally spend our first night together. Aside from the surprise above, which was a hot red lace set that I picked out at the mall a couple of days before the party, I was wearing a short, tight skirt that showed off my curves, a pink crop top, and heels. I wore red lipstick and black eyeliner, too. I felt a bit awkward wearing an outfit like this, as I usually dressed in jeans and hoodies; but my roommates, Jessica and Lori, insisted that I dress up for the party. The only thing that I kept the same about myself tonight was my hair, which had bangs and two long braids. I always wore my hair like this and never liked it any other way. Some people said it was childish, but I thought it was cute and practical. “You look so hot, Nina!” Jessica said as I came out of the room. “The guys are gonna be all over you!” I didn’t say anything about Justin. Even my own roommates didn’t know about our relationship. Lori looked at her phone and took another swig of her drink. “Everyone should be here any minute,” she said in her low, sultry voice. Lori was the quintessential “goth girl” on campus, which was a stark contrast from Jessica’s bubbly nature and my studious attitude. Somehow, though, we were all best friends. Just then, the door burst open with the first guests arriving. The group of guys and girls flooded in, whooping and hollering, excited for the party. With a grin, Jessica cranked up the music and started greeting people while I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. Lori walked over to the couch and sat down, scrolling on her phone; she really only ever came to parties for food and drink. Soon enough, the suite was full of people. The LED lights flashed red, green, and blue while the music played loudly, and the guests started getting excited and playing games. The main attraction seemed to be the bar table, where the boys competed like their lives depended on it, but people also hung out around the seating area, played games, and talk on the balcony. A while into the party, Justin finally arrived. I got excited, but instead of coming over to me and greeting me, he simply made a beeline for the bar table and joined the game. During a lull in the game, I sent Justin a text: “Well? Are we gonna announce it?” I watched from the corner as he pulled out his phone, read the text, then pocketed his phone again. He looked at me and subtly shrugged, then returned to his game as though he didn’t even know me. “Are you okay?” Jessica said, coming over to me with an extra drink in her hand for me. I shrugged. “I’m just not much of a partier, that’s all,” I said. “You just need a little courage, that’s all!” she said, clinking her bottle with mine and taking a big swig. I looked down at my drink and frowned. Jessica was right, but the drink wasn’t going to cut it -- not with how Justin was treating me tonight. “How about something more exciting?” I said. Jessica’s eyes lit up and she turned around to face the group, cupping her hands around her mouth to shout. “Hey everyone!” she shouted. “The birthday girl wants shots!” By my seventh shot, however, I started to feel woozy and felt like I was going to throw up. I stumbled down the hall to the bathroom and made it to the toilet just in time. When I was done throwing up, I stood up and made my way over to the sink, where I splashed some cold water on my face and took some deep breaths to sober myself up. I looked at my smudged makeup and my messy hair in the mirror, trying not to cry as I thought about Justin. Why was he treating me like this? Just a few days ago, we were making out behind the hockey arena and now he was acting like he didn’t even know me. Was he just nervous about announcing our relationship, or was it something else? Taking another deep breath and wiping the tears off of my face, I straightened up and decided to go talk to Justin. When I left the bathroom, however, he wasn’t anywhere to be found. “Hey, have you seen Justin?” I asked a guest. She just shrugged her shoulders and pointed toward my bedroom. Maybe he just went inside to be alone for a minute, which would give us some time to talk. I made my way over to my room, weaving drunkenly through the crowd. When I opened the door, however, I wished that I had just stayed away. Justin wasn’t alone. He was with another girl -- it was Lisa, the cheerleading captain. They were tangled together, Justin’s pants pulled down and Lisa’s clothes on the floor. “What is happening!” I screamed. The party went silent, aside from the music, which someone quickly shut off. Justin and Lisa sat up in my bed; Justin looked even more drunk and high than before, but immediately jumped up when he saw me and yanked his pants up. “Nina, it’s not what it looks like,” he said, stumbling toward me while Lisa simply stood up with a smirk, smoothing down her skirt. She strutted out of the room and bumped me with her shoulder on the way out as I continued to stare at Justin in shock and disbelief. Justin stammered as he tried to explain himself. “I’m so sorry, I-” “Justin…” I interrupted, my voice shaking. “We. Are. Done.” Without another word, I turned away and stormed out of the suite with Jessica and Lori calling after me. I walked out of the dorms into the cool spring air, turning this way and that for a bit before deciding to make my way toward town. I walked for a while, fuming the entire time and muttering to myself until I finally made it to a local bar. I nodded gratefully as the bartender poured me a glass, and I sipped it miserably while he disappeared into the kitchen. I pulled my phone out of my pocket to see that I had several missed calls and “Where are you?!?” texts from Jessica and Lori, but I ignored them and tossed my phone down on the bar, taking a big swig and cursing to myself. “Yeah, I hate my phone, too,” a male voice said from beside me. I looked over to see a guy pulling up a barstool a couple of seats down. He was wearing a red flannel shirt and a sharp jawline. He was muscular, too. “I hate everything right now,” I said, swirling my drink around in my glass with my straw. “How come?” The boy looked at me, and just then, I came to a shocking realization: this was Enzo, Justin’s hockey captain, the star of the school, every girl’s dream boy. And he was sitting next to me, in this quiet dive bar, talking to me. Chapter 2 Enzo must have noticed the expression on my face when I finally recognized him, because he smirked and held out a napkin for me. “Your makeup is smudged.” I blushed and grabbed the napkin from his hand, using it to wipe away my makeup while Enzo continued to stare at me. “Rough night?” he said once I finished cleaning up my makeup. “I guess you could say that,” I replied. “You know,” he said, his deep brown eyes studying my face, “you look better without makeup.” His words made me blush even more. What were the odds that the hockey captain would be hitting on me on the night of my birthday, right after my boyfriend had cheated on me? “Do you treat all the girls like this?” I said suddenly, surprised and embarrassed at my own question. It must have been the drink. Enzo simply smirked again and finished the last of his drink. He reached forward and brushed a bit of hair out of my face. “If you’re so intrigued by how I treat girls, why don’t you come and see it for yourself? I live in Dorm B, fourth floor. Room 409.” His voice was low and sultry, and as we leaned closer together, I felt my breathing become slower and more aroused. I frowned then and pulled away. I needed comfort tonight, but not that sort of comfort. “No way,” I said, crossing my arms. “I know your reputation. You’re a player.” “So what if I am?” Enzo murmured. “It’s your decision, but my room is open to you all night. You can just walk right in. No need to knock.” With that, Enzo sat back up and tossed some money down on the bar. “I’ll pay for the lady’s drink,” he said to the bartender, then threw his jacket over his shoulder and sauntered out of the bar. I kept sipping my drink while I thought about the unexpected proposition. Enzo was well-known as an adonis, a handsome player. Ever since Enzo and Lisa -- the cheerleader who stole my boyfriend -- broke up last semester, Enzo became known around the campus for being a bit of a player. He never had another girlfriend after Lisa, and seemed uninterested with women when it came to knowing them for more than one night. I had never been interested in those deeds. In high school, I was nerdy and never had a chance with any of the boys. The one time I thought I had a chance when the football quarterback asked me to prom, it turned out to be a prank. The whole school laughed at me as I showed up in my blue dress, excited to dance with the quarterback, only for him to trip me and make me fall on the dance floor. “Why would I want you?” he had said, pointing and laughing. “Fatty Nina will never have a boyfriend!” After that, I swore that I would just focus on my studies. I eventually grew out of that phase once I started college, and lots of boys tried to get me to hook up with them, but I just wasn’t interested. If I was going to let a boy interrupt my studies, he would have to be perfect. I had thought that Justin would be the one. He seemed so sweet and kind, but I guess that wasn’t the case. After this, I felt like never falling in love again. “Sorry to say this, young lady, but the bar’s closing soon,” the bartender said, breaking me out of my deep thought. I nodded and finished off the last of my drink, then stood and left the bar. The thought of going home right now almost made me sick. Maybe I didn’t have to go home tonight. I showed up at Enzo’s place a little while later. Before I walked in, I hesitated for a little while as I considered just keeping my dignity and going home. But I was all dressed up tonight with expensive lingerie, and besides… with Justin and Lisa’s double betrayal, what would be a better way to get back at them both? Taking a deep breath, I turned the knob and walked into Enzo’s dorm. He was sitting on the couch when I arrived, as though he had been waiting for me. “Changed your mind, eh?” he said, standing and crossing the room toward me. He was much taller than me, and muscular to boot. This close, I could smell his cologne. It sent a shiver down my spine. “So,” he said, “what changed your mind? I thought my reputation scared you.” “I just… Could use a little comfort,” I said. Without saying anything, he leaned down and cupped my chin with his hand. He kissed me deeply. He was soft and sweet, much unlike the rough and rugged hockey player who I had thought he was. After we kissed, he wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up to carry me to the bedroom. We never left each other the whole way there, and when we arrived his dimly lit bedroom he slammed the door behind us and laid me down on the bed. I was trembling, but there was something surprisingly gentle about Enzo’s touch. I had expected a careless brute who only cared about getting himself off, but as he leaned over me and gave me a shockingly sweet, gentle smile, I realized that my assumptions were wrong. Enzo kissed me deeply again, his body pressing against mine. I felt myself relax beneath his touch as my heart began to patter, a wave of emotion washing over me that I hadn’t ever felt before. But there was something that he didn’t know; something that made me nervous and worried that he wouldn’t want to be with me that night after I told him. “I should tell you that I’ve never done this before,” I whispered. Enzo was silent for a few moments. I was worried he wouldn’t want to continue after learning this about me, but then he merely smirked. “I figured,” he replied, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose. “I’ll be gentle with you.” When Enzo touched me after that, he kept true to his promise to be gentle with me. As his hands ran along my body, I noticed that he kept looking up at me with his soft brown eyes as though he was checking on me, and he gave me time to relax before trying to take it further. I was nervous, but something about the way he looked at me gave me a little confidence, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I had been wrong about the hockey player. A few minutes later, he looked me deeply in the eyes as if to ask if I was ready. I was trembling all over, partially from nerves and partially from the tingling in my body. “Lingerie, huh?” he whispered, sounding somewhat amused when he saw my innerwear. I blushed. “Since you went to all that trouble, why don’t you give me a show?” Still blushing, I took a deep breath and did as he asked. My hands shook at first, but soon I began to gain a little more confidence from the way that he looked at me with so much fire in his eyes, and I didn’t feel so nervous. Finally, I revealed myself to him as the last of my clothes hit the floor. Enzo’s eyes were wide as he gazed at me, but the slight smirk on his face never left. Then, with a soft smile, he held his hand out for me. I took it, feeling how small my hand was in his calloused palm, and couldn’t ignore the way my heart fluttered when he pulled me close. We laid beneath the sheets after that, our limbs tangled together and our hearts so close I could feel it beating through his ribcage. I was scared at first, but Enzo reassured me that it was okay. “I’ll be gentle. I promise,” he whispered gently, cradling me close to him. …… When it was over, Enzo and I laid in bed for a minute before he got up and put on his underwear. I sat up, feeling both heavenly and ashamed of myself. There was something different about Enzo now; his body language seemed more wild and dominant, and when he looked at me, his pupils were dilated. His eyes almost seemed like a different color. He smiled at me then and his teeth were sharp and glistening. My heart started to race as I felt like he was a wolf and I was his prey. Swallowing, I stood and put the rest of my clothes on. “See you around.” Before Enzo could reply, I rushed out of the bedroom and left the dorm. What was that look he gave me? Why did he look so… feral? Chapter 3 It was almost four o’clock in the morning by the time I finally returned to my dorm. Jessica and Lori were already asleep in their rooms judging from how dark and quiet everything was. The suite was a mess from the party and we would no doubt be spending the next day cleaning, but I was too hungover and tired to care at the moment. It appeared as though Lori and Jessica must have changed my sheets for me though, which I would have to thank them for in the morning. I wouldn’t have been able to sleep on the same sheets that Justin and Lisa had lied on. As I lay in bed trying to sleep, I was kept awake by my regrets. Had I just given myself to a near-stranger? A womanizer? All to get revenge against Justin and Lisa? I had never been so impulsive like this, especially when it came to love. Right now, I felt embarrassed and ashamed of this blunder. Enzo was incredibly attractive and the time we spent together was wonderful, but right now, I just wanted to forget about it. When I woke the next morning, my head pounded and my stomach hurt from all of the drinks from the night before. I rolled out of bed, ignoring my appearance as I stumbled into the kitchen in my oversized t-shirt and shorts. I just needed some coffee. “You know, you could’ve at least told us where you went last night,” Lori said from her usual spot at the kitchen island. She had a cup of coffee in front of her and was reading A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. “I’m sorry,” I replied, my face turning red as I remembered what happened after the party. “I just needed to get out.” “Why didn’t you tell us that you and Justin were a thing?” Jessica suddenly said, emerging from her room with a towel around her hair while she wore a fluffy pink robe and bunny slippers. She folded her arms and glared at me, pouting. I hung my head low as I poured myself a cup of coffee. I tried to hide it as the tears started to well up, but it was no use. Jessica rushed over to me and wrapped her arms around me while Lori watched with a sorry expression on her face. “I’m sorry,” I said between sobs. “H-He told me he just wanted to wait until the right time to make our relationship public. I t-thought he was just being a gentleman.” “Trash,” Lori replied. “Most of them, anyway. Don’t beat yourself up over it. You can do way better than Justin Thurlow.” Jessica nodded and rubbed my back, agreeing with Lori. “Yeah,” she said. “Screw boys. You’re smart and hot and you’re gonna be a doctor! Who needs boys? C’mon, let’s go get some breakfast.” Jessica and Lori were right. Boys were just a waste of time, and I had more important things to think about. I changed into my usual jeans and hoodie, brushed and braided my hair, and went with my roommates to the dining hall. “Oh my god!” Jessica exclaimed as we approached the dining hall. She squealed and pointed at none other than Enzo coming out the door. Jessica’s excitement garnered the attention of other nearby girls, who also squealed and waved as Enzo approached. I grabbed my hair and used it to shield my face. I just wanted to shrink down into myself. Why did I have to run into Enzo right now, the morning after what we had done? To make matters worse, he approached us and stood in front of us. Even Lori seemed a bit excited at his presence. Did he even remember our night together, or was he confused by how strangely I was acting? “Hi, Enzo!” Jessica said, twirling a bit of her hair around her finger. “Are you excited about the homecoming game today?” I kept my gaze fixed on the ground, letting my bangs fall into my face, but I could feel Enzo’s stern gaze on me. “Yeah,” he replied. “Although, it’s not as exciting when we always know we’re gonna crush the other team. I hope they put up a good fight.” Jessica giggled like a giddy schoolgirl. I took a chance and glanced up, hoping to see Enzo walking away, but was met instead by his strong gaze fixed on me. He looked far less animalistic now; maybe his appearance last night was just a trick of the light or a result of the drink. Enzo had his arms folded as he looked at me. He looked almost disapproving. Was he upset that I walked out on him last night? It hardly seemed likely, given his reputation, but my heart still ached a bit. “You ready for practice, Enzo?” another guy said, striding up to us. He looked Jessica up and down hungrily, then glanced at me before looking at Enzo. Enzo nodded and stuck his hands in his pockets, his eyes still on me. “Yeah. Let’s go.” Later that afternoon, after we had cleaned up the dorm, I was in my room studying for an upcoming biology exam when Jessica came into my room. She was wearing a pleated pink mini-skirt, a fuzzy white sweater, and white sneakers with leg warmers. She had a full face of makeup on and her hair was curled perfectly. “Oh my god, you’re not ready yet?” she said, storming over to me and snapping my book shut unceremoniously. “Hey!” I said, throwing my pen down on my desk. “I was studying.” “Studying can wait,” Jessica replied. “Come on, let’s go to the hockey game! I heard some rumors that Enzo is planning on using some new moves.” My heart leaped up into my throat. “I’m not going,” I said, opening my book up to the page I was on. Jessica clearly didn’t like my response, because she stamped her foot on the ground angrily. “Aw, come on!” she whined. “You’re not really gonna make me go alone, are you?” I didn’t have the heart to tell my friend the truth about where I was last night. If she knew that I slept with Enzo, she would be heartbroken. Jessica had been pining away for Enzo since our first semester. He had never given her too much attention, but still, she went to all of his games, cheered him on, and even watched all the live streams of his tournaments online. She always talked about how he was a genius, how his physical abilities were godlike, and how he easily won every game he competed in. “Come on,” Jessica whined again. “Please? For me?” She batted her eyelashes. I sighed and closed my book again, rubbing my tired eyes. “Alright,” I replied, although I really just wanted to hide in my room and never see the star hockey player again. “I’ll go. But you owe me.” Jessica grinned and pranced out of the room while I got ready. I wanted to blend in, so I just wore a hoodie with the university logo on it and jeans. Jessica seemed a bit disappointed in my outfit choice but didn’t say anything as we made our way to the hockey arena. The whole way there, Jessica prattled on about Enzo. “His figure is just so perfect,” she said. “All of those appear in my dreams!” I hated to admit it, but hearing Jessica talk about Enzo made the memories of last night come flooding back… It made my body tingle. I tried to shake the thoughts out of my mind the best I could as we got in line to walk inside the arena, but I just couldn’t. The feeling of Enzo’s strong eyes on me as we were together, our limbs intertwined, was burned into my memory. I only hoped that I could leave this game without being seen by Enzo or Justin. Chapter 4 We walked inside the arena, which was already packed full of excited students. Half of the arena was reserved for our university, while the other half was reserved for the other university. Our school colors were burgundy and gold -- the other university was blue and black. “Let’s find a good seat,” Jessica said. I followed her up the stairs, then we shimmied between rows of seats toward a couple of empty spots. Once we had our seats, I could hear the conversation between other girls around me; their talking points mostly centered around Enzo. “Do you think he’ll make us succeed again?” “Of course! Enzo always plays perfectly.” “I feel so lucky just to be attending the same university as him!” I cringed a bit at the conversation and scrolled on my phone while I waited for the game to start. Beside me, Jessica pulled out a pair of binoculars and started scouring the ice rink. I can see the cheerleaders performing an energetic opening dance on ice skates before the game, with Lisa in the lead. She looked dazzling in her skimpy uniform, with her perfectly tanned legs and her hair pulled up into a high ponytail with a bow. She waved her pom poms around to hype the crowd up. Looking at the girl who stole my boyfriend made me sick. I had never been much of a sports fan, but the way the crowd was getting excited made me excited, too. As the hockey players skated out onto the rink, some of them skated up to certain cheerleaders who were their girlfriends and kissed them publicly. I could see Justin and Lisa exchanging glances. Justin had never brought me to his games, even though we had been dating for a couple of months. When I did go to his games, he never paid any attention to me until after. I thought that he was just shy at the time, but now I knew that he just didn’t want Lisa to see us together. “Don’t pay any attention to Justin,” Jessica said, handing me the binoculars so I could see better. “He’s not worth your time.” I took the binoculars and peered through them. For some reason, I searched for Enzo. I didn’t know why I wanted to see him so badly, but I did. And he saw me. Somehow, despite the thousands of students in this massive arena, Enzo looked directly at me. It was as though he had a sixth sense, like he knew exactly where I was without even having to think. Even from here, I could see the hint of wildness in his eyes from the night before; like I was his prey. I quickly gave the binoculars back to Jessica as my face turned red. Enzo turned away and skated out to the middle of the rink, skating around in circles and pumping his hockey stick in the air while the crowd cheered. All around me, girls screamed and swooned while guys whooped and hollered. The game started. I lost sight of the puck quickly, but was able to follow the game by watching Enzo, who skated as fast as lightning and moved nimbly around the rink as though he was born with ice skates on his feet. He would perform quick moves with his hockey stick to fake out the opponents, hitting the puck between their legs to one of his teammates before zooming away. He moved so quickly that he was almost like a flash. For some reason, it seemed almost supernatural to me… but no one else seemed to notice, so I figured that it was just in my head. Soon, the opponents became frustrated and aggressive. One player in particular -- I think he was the captain of the other team -- started following Enzo closely and trying to trip him up. “C’mon, Enzo!” Jessica shouted. “I hope he doesn’t get hurt,” another girl said from beside me, sitting up in her seat to see over someone in front of us. Enzo scored a goal, and suddenly, the other team’s captain threw his stick and his helmet down on the ice and tackled Enzo. The crowd gasped as they tussled on the ice. The other player threw punches at Enzo while Enzo only blocked and dodged, clearly not wanting to hurt the other player. It was now that I finally realized how much pressure was on Enzo as the star hockey player. I held my breath as I watched the fight, images of us that night flashing in my mind. For some reason, I cared enough about Enzo to not want him to get hurt. I didn’t care to look at Justin for even a second. The referee blew his whistle and broke up the fight. The crowd cheered as Enzo stood and put his helmet back on, covering his curly hair. The other player was put on the bench for his behavior and the game continued with a penalty for the other team. During halftime, the cheerleaders returned to the rink and began their halftime show. “You hungry?” I said to Jessica. She looked at me and shrugged, too involved in her conversation with another girl about how charming Enzo looked dodging the unsportsmanlike competitor during the fight. As long as I had known her, Jessica always had an easy time making friends. I didn’t mind it, because I was more introverted and appreciated the fact that she usually took control of all of the socializing at things like this. I stood and shimmied out of our row, then went down the bleachers toward the food stands. My stomach was growling and the smell of soft pretzels was making me even more hungry. “One soft pretzel, please,” I said to the vendor. “And water, too.” I handed my money to the vendor and waited for my pretzel. Just then, I felt someone watching me and turned around to see none other than Enzo. He was standing with his teammates by the side of the rink as they rested and drank water, but he was staring right at me. His eyes almost glowed. My heart started to race as I found myself unable to break away from his strong gaze. Something about him made me want to walk over to him as if I was in a trance… “Miss? Hello?” The vendor broke me out of my trance. He was holding out my pretzel and my water. “Oh… Sorry,” I said. “Thank you.” I took my pretzel. When I turned back, Enzo was no longer looking at me and was instead entrenched in a conversation with a teammate as though he hadn’t just been staring into my soul. I considered going back to Jessica, but after the encounter with Enzo finding me in the massive crowd and staring at me just now, I only wanted to leave. I decided to make up an excuse later and just go home; Jessica had made some friends already and probably wouldn’t even notice my absence. She could fill me in on the results of the game later. I left the arena, tossing my uneaten pretzel in the trash on the way out as my stomach suddenly felt too sick to eat. The cool autumn air was a bit of a relief as I walked back to the dorms, although I still felt stifled like I was being watched… or hunted. How was Enzo able to spot me in the crowd like that? And why did he always look so animalistic and hungry when he looked at me? I had never heard any of his many other flings complain of such a thing, so maybe it was all in my head. It had to be. Why else would Enzo seem like such a predator? | Listen to books | 145 | https://facebook.com/100093148902033 | 0 | LEARN_MORE | 1692169200 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| 427905 | 1 | active | 3/1/24, 6:12 PM | 8/11/24, 3:27 PM | 1709338331 | 1723408048 | 230 | 243371691412859 | 1 | 8.5062801314804E+14 | 1692342000 | person_profile | eligible | 0 | 0 | NONE | 1 | 0 | 1 | 118791737889310 | 0 | Listen to books | 23858347950690158 | hevbnc.com | Learn More | NONE | dco | ❤️😍 click to read on 👉 | https://hevbnc.com/market/goodfm/11?lpid=6600&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}} | 1692004281 | 1.1879173788931E+14 | Listen to books | https://scontent-lga3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/366972334_6693952530662250_1251555854496878765_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=PjyBWSFwA2YAX9CQi5C&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-1.xx&oh=00_AfDWv_Dldn3zeXDF9FFtdq1TwGDmYeujOndA8eW9RW61dA&oe=65E6DC3C | person_profile | 0 | Listen to books | https://scontent-lga3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/366646846_1925411831176332_4243960323162784907_n.jpg?_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=xwLz7Twvcf0AX-5gZOr&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.xx&oh=00_AfCYnY7rt1qhI0LhtelsVRigK6iUpoYL9beur1v4w4Tzsw&oe=65E70A8F | 0 | 3 | “What do you want me to say?” I whispered so that no one could hear if they were eavesdropping. “You've already done it with me. You never play with girls more than once. You should be thanking me because I’m just making it easy for you.” “Is that what you really think of me?” Enzo asked. He didn’t try to hide his voice at all. For some reason, I felt more confident confronting him now. “Everyone knows you’re a player who only has fun with girls once before moving on to the next,” I said, stepping around him. He didn’t block me this time, but turned and frowned. “Well, you’re different,” he replied. Was this some sort of prank? The hockey captain, the star of the school, and a player thought I was “different” enough to keep talking to me after we spent a night together? I wondered if Lisa or Justin put him up to this to rub it in that I would never find love. Enzo stepped closer to me and brushed a bit of hair out of my eyes, finally lowering his voice to a whisper. “I want to have a second time with you.” Chapter 1 Nina It was the night of my coming-of-age party. I was most of all excited for one thing: tonight, Justin would finally announce that he was my boyfriend. Justin and I had been seeing each other for a couple of months now, but we had kept things under wraps so far. Frankly, I would have preferred to make our relationship public right away -- he was one of the most handsome and popular guys on campus, and was on the hockey team -- but he insisted that we wait until the right time. “I want to save announcing our relationship for a special night, baby,” he had told me. I had been asking when he would make our relationship public for a while, but maybe he was right; it was best to wait until a special time. That meant that he really loved me, right? As I stood in front of the mirror and admired myself, I felt confident that Justin would make our relationship public tonight. I prepared a surprise for him under my outfit now because I was certain that we would finally spend our first night together. Aside from the surprise above, which was a hot red lace set that I picked out at the mall a couple of days before the party, I was wearing a short, tight skirt that showed off my curves, a pink crop top, and heels. I wore red lipstick and black eyeliner, too. I felt a bit awkward wearing an outfit like this, as I usually dressed in jeans and hoodies; but my roommates, Jessica and Lori, insisted that I dress up for the party. The only thing that I kept the same about myself tonight was my hair, which had bangs and two long braids. I always wore my hair like this and never liked it any other way. Some people said it was childish, but I thought it was cute and practical. “You look so hot, Nina!” Jessica said as I came out of the room. “The guys are gonna be all over you!” I didn’t say anything about Justin. Even my own roommates didn’t know about our relationship. Lori looked at her phone and took another swig of her drink. “Everyone should be here any minute,” she said in her low, sultry voice. Lori was the quintessential “goth girl” on campus, which was a stark contrast from Jessica’s bubbly nature and my studious attitude. Somehow, though, we were all best friends. Just then, the door burst open with the first guests arriving. The group of guys and girls flooded in, whooping and hollering, excited for the party. With a grin, Jessica cranked up the music and started greeting people while I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. Lori walked over to the couch and sat down, scrolling on her phone; she really only ever came to parties for food and drink. Soon enough, the suite was full of people. The LED lights flashed red, green, and blue while the music played loudly, and the guests started getting excited and playing games. The main attraction seemed to be the bar table, where the boys competed like their lives depended on it, but people also hung out around the seating area, played games, and talk on the balcony. A while into the party, Justin finally arrived. I got excited, but instead of coming over to me and greeting me, he simply made a beeline for the bar table and joined the game. During a lull in the game, I sent Justin a text: “Well? Are we gonna announce it?” I watched from the corner as he pulled out his phone, read the text, then pocketed his phone again. He looked at me and subtly shrugged, then returned to his game as though he didn’t even know me. “Are you okay?” Jessica said, coming over to me with an extra drink in her hand for me. I shrugged. “I’m just not much of a partier, that’s all,” I said. “You just need a little courage, that’s all!” she said, clinking her bottle with mine and taking a big swig. I looked down at my drink and frowned. Jessica was right, but the drink wasn’t going to cut it -- not with how Justin was treating me tonight. “How about something more exciting?” I said. Jessica’s eyes lit up and she turned around to face the group, cupping her hands around her mouth to shout. “Hey everyone!” she shouted. “The birthday girl wants shots!” By my seventh shot, however, I started to feel woozy and felt like I was going to throw up. I stumbled down the hall to the bathroom and made it to the toilet just in time. When I was done throwing up, I stood up and made my way over to the sink, where I splashed some cold water on my face and took some deep breaths to sober myself up. I looked at my smudged makeup and my messy hair in the mirror, trying not to cry as I thought about Justin. Why was he treating me like this? Just a few days ago, we were making out behind the hockey arena and now he was acting like he didn’t even know me. Was he just nervous about announcing our relationship, or was it something else? Taking another deep breath and wiping the tears off of my face, I straightened up and decided to go talk to Justin. When I left the bathroom, however, he wasn’t anywhere to be found. “Hey, have you seen Justin?” I asked a guest. She just shrugged her shoulders and pointed toward my bedroom. Maybe he just went inside to be alone for a minute, which would give us some time to talk. I made my way over to my room, weaving drunkenly through the crowd. When I opened the door, however, I wished that I had just stayed away. Justin wasn’t alone. He was with another girl -- it was Lisa, the cheerleading captain. They were tangled together, Justin’s pants pulled down and Lisa’s clothes on the floor. “What is happening!” I screamed. The party went silent, aside from the music, which someone quickly shut off. Justin and Lisa sat up in my bed; Justin looked even more drunk and high than before, but immediately jumped up when he saw me and yanked his pants up. “Nina, it’s not what it looks like,” he said, stumbling toward me while Lisa simply stood up with a smirk, smoothing down her skirt. She strutted out of the room and bumped me with her shoulder on the way out as I continued to stare at Justin in shock and disbelief. Justin stammered as he tried to explain himself. “I’m so sorry, I-” “Justin…” I interrupted, my voice shaking. “We. Are. Done.” Without another word, I turned away and stormed out of the suite with Jessica and Lori calling after me. I walked out of the dorms into the cool spring air, turning this way and that for a bit before deciding to make my way toward town. I walked for a while, fuming the entire time and muttering to myself until I finally made it to a local bar. I nodded gratefully as the bartender poured me a glass, and I sipped it miserably while he disappeared into the kitchen. I pulled my phone out of my pocket to see that I had several missed calls and “Where are you?!?” texts from Jessica and Lori, but I ignored them and tossed my phone down on the bar, taking a big swig and cursing to myself. “Yeah, I hate my phone, too,” a male voice said from beside me. I looked over to see a guy pulling up a barstool a couple of seats down. He was wearing a red flannel shirt and a sharp jawline. He was muscular, too. “I hate everything right now,” I said, swirling my drink around in my glass with my straw. “How come?” The boy looked at me, and just then, I came to a shocking realization: this was Enzo, Justin’s hockey captain, the star of the school, every girl’s dream boy. And he was sitting next to me, in this quiet dive bar, talking to me. Chapter 2 Enzo must have noticed the expression on my face when I finally recognized him, because he smirked and held out a napkin for me. “Your makeup is smudged.” I blushed and grabbed the napkin from his hand, using it to wipe away my makeup while Enzo continued to stare at me. “Rough night?” he said once I finished cleaning up my makeup. “I guess you could say that,” I replied. “You know,” he said, his deep brown eyes studying my face, “you look better without makeup.” His words made me blush even more. What were the odds that the hockey captain would be hitting on me on the night of my birthday, right after my boyfriend had cheated on me? “Do you treat all the girls like this?” I said suddenly, surprised and embarrassed at my own question. It must have been the drink. Enzo simply smirked again and finished the last of his drink. He reached forward and brushed a bit of hair out of my face. “If you’re so intrigued by how I treat girls, why don’t you come and see it for yourself? I live in Dorm B, fourth floor. Room 409.” His voice was low and sultry, and as we leaned closer together, I felt my breathing become slower and more aroused. I frowned then and pulled away. I needed comfort tonight, but not that sort of comfort. “No way,” I said, crossing my arms. “I know your reputation. You’re a player.” “So what if I am?” Enzo murmured. “It’s your decision, but my room is open to you all night. You can just walk right in. No need to knock.” With that, Enzo sat back up and tossed some money down on the bar. “I’ll pay for the lady’s drink,” he said to the bartender, then threw his jacket over his shoulder and sauntered out of the bar. I kept sipping my drink while I thought about the unexpected proposition. Enzo was well-known as an adonis, a handsome player. Ever since Enzo and Lisa -- the cheerleader who stole my boyfriend -- broke up last semester, Enzo became known around the campus for being a bit of a player. He never had another girlfriend after Lisa, and seemed uninterested with women when it came to knowing them for more than one night. I had never been interested in those deeds. In high school, I was nerdy and never had a chance with any of the boys. The one time I thought I had a chance when the football quarterback asked me to prom, it turned out to be a prank. The whole school laughed at me as I showed up in my blue dress, excited to dance with the quarterback, only for him to trip me and make me fall on the dance floor. “Why would I want you?” he had said, pointing and laughing. “Fatty Nina will never have a boyfriend!” After that, I swore that I would just focus on my studies. I eventually grew out of that phase once I started college, and lots of boys tried to get me to hook up with them, but I just wasn’t interested. If I was going to let a boy interrupt my studies, he would have to be perfect. I had thought that Justin would be the one. He seemed so sweet and kind, but I guess that wasn’t the case. After this, I felt like never falling in love again. “Sorry to say this, young lady, but the bar’s closing soon,” the bartender said, breaking me out of my deep thought. I nodded and finished off the last of my drink, then stood and left the bar. The thought of going home right now almost made me sick. Maybe I didn’t have to go home tonight. I showed up at Enzo’s place a little while later. Before I walked in, I hesitated for a little while as I considered just keeping my dignity and going home. But I was all dressed up tonight with expensive lingerie, and besides… with Justin and Lisa’s double betrayal, what would be a better way to get back at them both? Taking a deep breath, I turned the knob and walked into Enzo’s dorm. He was sitting on the couch when I arrived, as though he had been waiting for me. “Changed your mind, eh?” he said, standing and crossing the room toward me. He was much taller than me, and muscular to boot. This close, I could smell his cologne. It sent a shiver down my spine. “So,” he said, “what changed your mind? I thought my reputation scared you.” “I just… Could use a little comfort,” I said. Without saying anything, he leaned down and cupped my chin with his hand. He kissed me deeply. He was soft and sweet, much unlike the rough and rugged hockey player who I had thought he was. After we kissed, he wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up to carry me to the bedroom. We never left each other the whole way there, and when we arrived his dimly lit bedroom he slammed the door behind us and laid me down on the bed. I was trembling, but there was something surprisingly gentle about Enzo’s touch. I had expected a careless brute who only cared about getting himself off, but as he leaned over me and gave me a shockingly sweet, gentle smile, I realized that my assumptions were wrong. Enzo kissed me deeply again, his body pressing against mine. I felt myself relax beneath his touch as my heart began to patter, a wave of emotion washing over me that I hadn’t ever felt before. But there was something that he didn’t know; something that made me nervous and worried that he wouldn’t want to be with me that night after I told him. “I should tell you that I’ve never done this before,” I whispered. Enzo was silent for a few moments. I was worried he wouldn’t want to continue after learning this about me, but then he merely smirked. “I figured,” he replied, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose. “I’ll be gentle with you.” When Enzo touched me after that, he kept true to his promise to be gentle with me. As his hands ran along my body, I noticed that he kept looking up at me with his soft brown eyes as though he was checking on me, and he gave me time to relax before trying to take it further. I was nervous, but something about the way he looked at me gave me a little confidence, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I had been wrong about the hockey player. A few minutes later, he looked me deeply in the eyes as if to ask if I was ready. I was trembling all over, partially from nerves and partially from the tingling in my body. “Lingerie, huh?” he whispered, sounding somewhat amused when he saw my innerwear. I blushed. “Since you went to all that trouble, why don’t you give me a show?” Still blushing, I took a deep breath and did as he asked. My hands shook at first, but soon I began to gain a little more confidence from the way that he looked at me with so much fire in his eyes, and I didn’t feel so nervous. Finally, I revealed myself to him as the last of my clothes hit the floor. Enzo’s eyes were wide as he gazed at me, but the slight smirk on his face never left. Then, with a soft smile, he held his hand out for me. I took it, feeling how small my hand was in his calloused palm, and couldn’t ignore the way my heart fluttered when he pulled me close. We laid beneath the sheets after that, our limbs tangled together and our hearts so close I could feel it beating through his ribcage. I was scared at first, but Enzo reassured me that it was okay. “I’ll be gentle. I promise,” he whispered gently, cradling me close to him. …… When it was over, Enzo and I laid in bed for a minute before he got up and put on his underwear. I sat up, feeling both heavenly and ashamed of myself. There was something different about Enzo now; his body language seemed more wild and dominant, and when he looked at me, his pupils were dilated. His eyes almost seemed like a different color. He smiled at me then and his teeth were sharp and glistening. My heart started to race as I felt like he was a wolf and I was his prey. Swallowing, I stood and put the rest of my clothes on. “See you around.” Before Enzo could reply, I rushed out of the bedroom and left the dorm. What was that look he gave me? Why did he look so… feral? Chapter 3 It was almost four o’clock in the morning by the time I finally returned to my dorm. Jessica and Lori were already asleep in their rooms judging from how dark and quiet everything was. The suite was a mess from the party and we would no doubt be spending the next day cleaning, but I was too hungover and tired to care at the moment. It appeared as though Lori and Jessica must have changed my sheets for me though, which I would have to thank them for in the morning. I wouldn’t have been able to sleep on the same sheets that Justin and Lisa had lied on. As I lay in bed trying to sleep, I was kept awake by my regrets. Had I just given myself to a near-stranger? A womanizer? All to get revenge against Justin and Lisa? I had never been so impulsive like this, especially when it came to love. Right now, I felt embarrassed and ashamed of this blunder. Enzo was incredibly attractive and the time we spent together was wonderful, but right now, I just wanted to forget about it. When I woke the next morning, my head pounded and my stomach hurt from all of the drinks from the night before. I rolled out of bed, ignoring my appearance as I stumbled into the kitchen in my oversized t-shirt and shorts. I just needed some coffee. “You know, you could’ve at least told us where you went last night,” Lori said from her usual spot at the kitchen island. She had a cup of coffee in front of her and was reading A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. “I’m sorry,” I replied, my face turning red as I remembered what happened after the party. “I just needed to get out.” “Why didn’t you tell us that you and Justin were a thing?” Jessica suddenly said, emerging from her room with a towel around her hair while she wore a fluffy pink robe and bunny slippers. She folded her arms and glared at me, pouting. I hung my head low as I poured myself a cup of coffee. I tried to hide it as the tears started to well up, but it was no use. Jessica rushed over to me and wrapped her arms around me while Lori watched with a sorry expression on her face. “I’m sorry,” I said between sobs. “H-He told me he just wanted to wait until the right time to make our relationship public. I t-thought he was just being a gentleman.” “Trash,” Lori replied. “Most of them, anyway. Don’t beat yourself up over it. You can do way better than Justin Thurlow.” Jessica nodded and rubbed my back, agreeing with Lori. “Yeah,” she said. “Screw boys. You’re smart and hot and you’re gonna be a doctor! Who needs boys? C’mon, let’s go get some breakfast.” Jessica and Lori were right. Boys were just a waste of time, and I had more important things to think about. I changed into my usual jeans and hoodie, brushed and braided my hair, and went with my roommates to the dining hall. “Oh my god!” Jessica exclaimed as we approached the dining hall. She squealed and pointed at none other than Enzo coming out the door. Jessica’s excitement garnered the attention of other nearby girls, who also squealed and waved as Enzo approached. I grabbed my hair and used it to shield my face. I just wanted to shrink down into myself. Why did I have to run into Enzo right now, the morning after what we had done? To make matters worse, he approached us and stood in front of us. Even Lori seemed a bit excited at his presence. Did he even remember our night together, or was he confused by how strangely I was acting? “Hi, Enzo!” Jessica said, twirling a bit of her hair around her finger. “Are you excited about the homecoming game today?” I kept my gaze fixed on the ground, letting my bangs fall into my face, but I could feel Enzo’s stern gaze on me. “Yeah,” he replied. “Although, it’s not as exciting when we always know we’re gonna crush the other team. I hope they put up a good fight.” Jessica giggled like a giddy schoolgirl. I took a chance and glanced up, hoping to see Enzo walking away, but was met instead by his strong gaze fixed on me. He looked far less animalistic now; maybe his appearance last night was just a trick of the light or a result of the drink. Enzo had his arms folded as he looked at me. He looked almost disapproving. Was he upset that I walked out on him last night? It hardly seemed likely, given his reputation, but my heart still ached a bit. “You ready for practice, Enzo?” another guy said, striding up to us. He looked Jessica up and down hungrily, then glanced at me before looking at Enzo. Enzo nodded and stuck his hands in his pockets, his eyes still on me. “Yeah. Let’s go.” Later that afternoon, after we had cleaned up the dorm, I was in my room studying for an upcoming biology exam when Jessica came into my room. She was wearing a pleated pink mini-skirt, a fuzzy white sweater, and white sneakers with leg warmers. She had a full face of makeup on and her hair was curled perfectly. “Oh my god, you’re not ready yet?” she said, storming over to me and snapping my book shut unceremoniously. “Hey!” I said, throwing my pen down on my desk. “I was studying.” “Studying can wait,” Jessica replied. “Come on, let’s go to the hockey game! I heard some rumors that Enzo is planning on using some new moves.” My heart leaped up into my throat. “I’m not going,” I said, opening my book up to the page I was on. Jessica clearly didn’t like my response, because she stamped her foot on the ground angrily. “Aw, come on!” she whined. “You’re not really gonna make me go alone, are you?” I didn’t have the heart to tell my friend the truth about where I was last night. If she knew that I slept with Enzo, she would be heartbroken. Jessica had been pining away for Enzo since our first semester. He had never given her too much attention, but still, she went to all of his games, cheered him on, and even watched all the live streams of his tournaments online. She always talked about how he was a genius, how his physical abilities were godlike, and how he easily won every game he competed in. “Come on,” Jessica whined again. “Please? For me?” She batted her eyelashes. I sighed and closed my book again, rubbing my tired eyes. “Alright,” I replied, although I really just wanted to hide in my room and never see the star hockey player again. “I’ll go. But you owe me.” Jessica grinned and pranced out of the room while I got ready. I wanted to blend in, so I just wore a hoodie with the university logo on it and jeans. Jessica seemed a bit disappointed in my outfit choice but didn’t say anything as we made our way to the hockey arena. The whole way there, Jessica prattled on about Enzo. “His figure is just so perfect,” she said. “All of those appear in my dreams!” I hated to admit it, but hearing Jessica talk about Enzo made the memories of last night come flooding back… It made my body tingle. I tried to shake the thoughts out of my mind the best I could as we got in line to walk inside the arena, but I just couldn’t. The feeling of Enzo’s strong eyes on me as we were together, our limbs intertwined, was burned into my memory. I only hoped that I could leave this game without being seen by Enzo or Justin. Chapter 4 We walked inside the arena, which was already packed full of excited students. Half of the arena was reserved for our university, while the other half was reserved for the other university. Our school colors were burgundy and gold -- the other university was blue and black. “Let’s find a good seat,” Jessica said. I followed her up the stairs, then we shimmied between rows of seats toward a couple of empty spots. Once we had our seats, I could hear the conversation between other girls around me; their talking points mostly centered around Enzo. “Do you think he’ll make us succeed again?” “Of course! Enzo always plays perfectly.” “I feel so lucky just to be attending the same university as him!” I cringed a bit at the conversation and scrolled on my phone while I waited for the game to start. Beside me, Jessica pulled out a pair of binoculars and started scouring the ice rink. I can see the cheerleaders performing an energetic opening dance on ice skates before the game, with Lisa in the lead. She looked dazzling in her skimpy uniform, with her perfectly tanned legs and her hair pulled up into a high ponytail with a bow. She waved her pom poms around to hype the crowd up. Looking at the girl who stole my boyfriend made me sick. I had never been much of a sports fan, but the way the crowd was getting excited made me excited, too. As the hockey players skated out onto the rink, some of them skated up to certain cheerleaders who were their girlfriends and kissed them publicly. I could see Justin and Lisa exchanging glances. Justin had never brought me to his games, even though we had been dating for a couple of months. When I did go to his games, he never paid any attention to me until after. I thought that he was just shy at the time, but now I knew that he just didn’t want Lisa to see us together. “Don’t pay any attention to Justin,” Jessica said, handing me the binoculars so I could see better. “He’s not worth your time.” I took the binoculars and peered through them. For some reason, I searched for Enzo. I didn’t know why I wanted to see him so badly, but I did. And he saw me. Somehow, despite the thousands of students in this massive arena, Enzo looked directly at me. It was as though he had a sixth sense, like he knew exactly where I was without even having to think. Even from here, I could see the hint of wildness in his eyes from the night before; like I was his prey. I quickly gave the binoculars back to Jessica as my face turned red. Enzo turned away and skated out to the middle of the rink, skating around in circles and pumping his hockey stick in the air while the crowd cheered. All around me, girls screamed and swooned while guys whooped and hollered. The game started. I lost sight of the puck quickly, but was able to follow the game by watching Enzo, who skated as fast as lightning and moved nimbly around the rink as though he was born with ice skates on his feet. He would perform quick moves with his hockey stick to fake out the opponents, hitting the puck between their legs to one of his teammates before zooming away. He moved so quickly that he was almost like a flash. For some reason, it seemed almost supernatural to me… but no one else seemed to notice, so I figured that it was just in my head. Soon, the opponents became frustrated and aggressive. One player in particular -- I think he was the captain of the other team -- started following Enzo closely and trying to trip him up. “C’mon, Enzo!” Jessica shouted. “I hope he doesn’t get hurt,” another girl said from beside me, sitting up in her seat to see over someone in front of us. Enzo scored a goal, and suddenly, the other team’s captain threw his stick and his helmet down on the ice and tackled Enzo. The crowd gasped as they tussled on the ice. The other player threw punches at Enzo while Enzo only blocked and dodged, clearly not wanting to hurt the other player. It was now that I finally realized how much pressure was on Enzo as the star hockey player. I held my breath as I watched the fight, images of us that night flashing in my mind. For some reason, I cared enough about Enzo to not want him to get hurt. I didn’t care to look at Justin for even a second. The referee blew his whistle and broke up the fight. The crowd cheered as Enzo stood and put his helmet back on, covering his curly hair. The other player was put on the bench for his behavior and the game continued with a penalty for the other team. During halftime, the cheerleaders returned to the rink and began their halftime show. “You hungry?” I said to Jessica. She looked at me and shrugged, too involved in her conversation with another girl about how charming Enzo looked dodging the unsportsmanlike competitor during the fight. As long as I had known her, Jessica always had an easy time making friends. I didn’t mind it, because I was more introverted and appreciated the fact that she usually took control of all of the socializing at things like this. I stood and shimmied out of our row, then went down the bleachers toward the food stands. My stomach was growling and the smell of soft pretzels was making me even more hungry. “One soft pretzel, please,” I said to the vendor. “And water, too.” I handed my money to the vendor and waited for my pretzel. Just then, I felt someone watching me and turned around to see none other than Enzo. He was standing with his teammates by the side of the rink as they rested and drank water, but he was staring right at me. His eyes almost glowed. My heart started to race as I found myself unable to break away from his strong gaze. Something about him made me want to walk over to him as if I was in a trance… “Miss? Hello?” The vendor broke me out of my trance. He was holding out my pretzel and my water. “Oh… Sorry,” I said. “Thank you.” I took my pretzel. When I turned back, Enzo was no longer looking at me and was instead entrenched in a conversation with a teammate as though he hadn’t just been staring into my soul. I considered going back to Jessica, but after the encounter with Enzo finding me in the massive crowd and staring at me just now, I only wanted to leave. I decided to make up an excuse later and just go home; Jessica had made some friends already and probably wouldn’t even notice my absence. She could fill me in on the results of the game later. I left the arena, tossing my uneaten pretzel in the trash on the way out as my stomach suddenly felt too sick to eat. The cool autumn air was a bit of a relief as I walked back to the dorms, although I still felt stifled like I was being watched… or hunted. How was Enzo able to spot me in the crowd like that? And why did he always look so animalistic and hungry when he looked at me? I had never heard any of his many other flings complain of such a thing, so maybe it was all in my head. It had to be. Why else would Enzo seem like such a predator? | Listen to books | 145 | https://facebook.com/100093148902033 | 0 | LEARN_MORE | 1692255600 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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You never play with girls more than once. You should be thanking me because I’m just making it easy for you.” “Is that what you really think of me?” Enzo asked. He didn’t try to hide his voice at all. For some reason, I felt more confident confronting him now. “Everyone knows you’re a player who only has fun with girls once before moving on to the next,” I said, stepping around him. He didn’t block me this time, but turned and frowned. “Well, you’re different,” he replied. Was this some sort of prank? The hockey captain, the star of the school, and a player thought I was “different” enough to keep talking to me after we spent a night together? I wondered if Lisa or Justin put him up to this to rub it in that I would never find love. Enzo stepped closer to me and brushed a bit of hair out of my eyes, finally lowering his voice to a whisper. “I want to have a second time with you.” Chapter 1 Nina It was the night of my coming-of-age party. I was most of all excited for one thing: tonight, Justin would finally announce that he was my boyfriend. Justin and I had been seeing each other for a couple of months now, but we had kept things under wraps so far. Frankly, I would have preferred to make our relationship public right away -- he was one of the most handsome and popular guys on campus, and was on the hockey team -- but he insisted that we wait until the right time. “I want to save announcing our relationship for a special night, baby,” he had told me. I had been asking when he would make our relationship public for a while, but maybe he was right; it was best to wait until a special time. That meant that he really loved me, right? As I stood in front of the mirror and admired myself, I felt confident that Justin would make our relationship public tonight. I prepared a surprise for him under my outfit now because I was certain that we would finally spend our first night together. Aside from the surprise above, which was a hot red lace set that I picked out at the mall a couple of days before the party, I was wearing a short, tight skirt that showed off my curves, a pink crop top, and heels. I wore red lipstick and black eyeliner, too. I felt a bit awkward wearing an outfit like this, as I usually dressed in jeans and hoodies; but my roommates, Jessica and Lori, insisted that I dress up for the party. The only thing that I kept the same about myself tonight was my hair, which had bangs and two long braids. I always wore my hair like this and never liked it any other way. Some people said it was childish, but I thought it was cute and practical. “You look so hot, Nina!” Jessica said as I came out of the room. “The guys are gonna be all over you!” I didn’t say anything about Justin. Even my own roommates didn’t know about our relationship. Lori looked at her phone and took another swig of her drink. “Everyone should be here any minute,” she said in her low, sultry voice. Lori was the quintessential “goth girl” on campus, which was a stark contrast from Jessica’s bubbly nature and my studious attitude. Somehow, though, we were all best friends. Just then, the door burst open with the first guests arriving. The group of guys and girls flooded in, whooping and hollering, excited for the party. With a grin, Jessica cranked up the music and started greeting people while I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. Lori walked over to the couch and sat down, scrolling on her phone; she really only ever came to parties for food and drink. Soon enough, the suite was full of people. The LED lights flashed red, green, and blue while the music played loudly, and the guests started getting excited and playing games. The main attraction seemed to be the bar table, where the boys competed like their lives depended on it, but people also hung out around the seating area, played games, and talk on the balcony. A while into the party, Justin finally arrived. I got excited, but instead of coming over to me and greeting me, he simply made a beeline for the bar table and joined the game. During a lull in the game, I sent Justin a text: “Well? Are we gonna announce it?” I watched from the corner as he pulled out his phone, read the text, then pocketed his phone again. He looked at me and subtly shrugged, then returned to his game as though he didn’t even know me. “Are you okay?” Jessica said, coming over to me with an extra drink in her hand for me. I shrugged. “I’m just not much of a partier, that’s all,” I said. “You just need a little courage, that’s all!” she said, clinking her bottle with mine and taking a big swig. I looked down at my drink and frowned. Jessica was right, but the drink wasn’t going to cut it -- not with how Justin was treating me tonight. “How about something more exciting?” I said. Jessica’s eyes lit up and she turned around to face the group, cupping her hands around her mouth to shout. “Hey everyone!” she shouted. “The birthday girl wants shots!” By my seventh shot, however, I started to feel woozy and felt like I was going to throw up. I stumbled down the hall to the bathroom and made it to the toilet just in time. When I was done throwing up, I stood up and made my way over to the sink, where I splashed some cold water on my face and took some deep breaths to sober myself up. I looked at my smudged makeup and my messy hair in the mirror, trying not to cry as I thought about Justin. Why was he treating me like this? Just a few days ago, we were making out behind the hockey arena and now he was acting like he didn’t even know me. Was he just nervous about announcing our relationship, or was it something else? Taking another deep breath and wiping the tears off of my face, I straightened up and decided to go talk to Justin. When I left the bathroom, however, he wasn’t anywhere to be found. “Hey, have you seen Justin?” I asked a guest. She just shrugged her shoulders and pointed toward my bedroom. Maybe he just went inside to be alone for a minute, which would give us some time to talk. I made my way over to my room, weaving drunkenly through the crowd. When I opened the door, however, I wished that I had just stayed away. Justin wasn’t alone. He was with another girl -- it was Lisa, the cheerleading captain. They were tangled together, Justin’s pants pulled down and Lisa’s clothes on the floor. “What is happening!” I screamed. The party went silent, aside from the music, which someone quickly shut off. Justin and Lisa sat up in my bed; Justin looked even more drunk and high than before, but immediately jumped up when he saw me and yanked his pants up. “Nina, it’s not what it looks like,” he said, stumbling toward me while Lisa simply stood up with a smirk, smoothing down her skirt. She strutted out of the room and bumped me with her shoulder on the way out as I continued to stare at Justin in shock and disbelief. Justin stammered as he tried to explain himself. “I’m so sorry, I-” “Justin…” I interrupted, my voice shaking. “We. Are. Done.” Without another word, I turned away and stormed out of the suite with Jessica and Lori calling after me. I walked out of the dorms into the cool spring air, turning this way and that for a bit before deciding to make my way toward town. I walked for a while, fuming the entire time and muttering to myself until I finally made it to a local bar. I nodded gratefully as the bartender poured me a glass, and I sipped it miserably while he disappeared into the kitchen. I pulled my phone out of my pocket to see that I had several missed calls and “Where are you?!?” texts from Jessica and Lori, but I ignored them and tossed my phone down on the bar, taking a big swig and cursing to myself. “Yeah, I hate my phone, too,” a male voice said from beside me. I looked over to see a guy pulling up a barstool a couple of seats down. He was wearing a red flannel shirt and a sharp jawline. He was muscular, too. “I hate everything right now,” I said, swirling my drink around in my glass with my straw. “How come?” The boy looked at me, and just then, I came to a shocking realization: this was Enzo, Justin’s hockey captain, the star of the school, every girl’s dream boy. And he was sitting next to me, in this quiet dive bar, talking to me. Chapter 2 Enzo must have noticed the expression on my face when I finally recognized him, because he smirked and held out a napkin for me. “Your makeup is smudged.” I blushed and grabbed the napkin from his hand, using it to wipe away my makeup while Enzo continued to stare at me. “Rough night?” he said once I finished cleaning up my makeup. “I guess you could say that,” I replied. “You know,” he said, his deep brown eyes studying my face, “you look better without makeup.” His words made me blush even more. What were the odds that the hockey captain would be hitting on me on the night of my birthday, right after my boyfriend had cheated on me? “Do you treat all the girls like this?” I said suddenly, surprised and embarrassed at my own question. It must have been the drink. Enzo simply smirked again and finished the last of his drink. He reached forward and brushed a bit of hair out of my face. “If you’re so intrigued by how I treat girls, why don’t you come and see it for yourself? I live in Dorm B, fourth floor. Room 409.” His voice was low and sultry, and as we leaned closer together, I felt my breathing become slower and more aroused. I frowned then and pulled away. I needed comfort tonight, but not that sort of comfort. “No way,” I said, crossing my arms. “I know your reputation. You’re a player.” “So what if I am?” Enzo murmured. “It’s your decision, but my room is open to you all night. You can just walk right in. No need to knock.” With that, Enzo sat back up and tossed some money down on the bar. “I’ll pay for the lady’s drink,” he said to the bartender, then threw his jacket over his shoulder and sauntered out of the bar. I kept sipping my drink while I thought about the unexpected proposition. Enzo was well-known as an adonis, a handsome player. Ever since Enzo and Lisa -- the cheerleader who stole my boyfriend -- broke up last semester, Enzo became known around the campus for being a bit of a player. He never had another girlfriend after Lisa, and seemed uninterested with women when it came to knowing them for more than one night. I had never been interested in those deeds. In high school, I was nerdy and never had a chance with any of the boys. The one time I thought I had a chance when the football quarterback asked me to prom, it turned out to be a prank. The whole school laughed at me as I showed up in my blue dress, excited to dance with the quarterback, only for him to trip me and make me fall on the dance floor. “Why would I want you?” he had said, pointing and laughing. “Fatty Nina will never have a boyfriend!” After that, I swore that I would just focus on my studies. I eventually grew out of that phase once I started college, and lots of boys tried to get me to hook up with them, but I just wasn’t interested. If I was going to let a boy interrupt my studies, he would have to be perfect. I had thought that Justin would be the one. He seemed so sweet and kind, but I guess that wasn’t the case. After this, I felt like never falling in love again. “Sorry to say this, young lady, but the bar’s closing soon,” the bartender said, breaking me out of my deep thought. I nodded and finished off the last of my drink, then stood and left the bar. The thought of going home right now almost made me sick. Maybe I didn’t have to go home tonight. I showed up at Enzo’s place a little while later. Before I walked in, I hesitated for a little while as I considered just keeping my dignity and going home. But I was all dressed up tonight with expensive lingerie, and besides… with Justin and Lisa’s double betrayal, what would be a better way to get back at them both? Taking a deep breath, I turned the knob and walked into Enzo’s dorm. He was sitting on the couch when I arrived, as though he had been waiting for me. “Changed your mind, eh?” he said, standing and crossing the room toward me. He was much taller than me, and muscular to boot. This close, I could smell his cologne. It sent a shiver down my spine. “So,” he said, “what changed your mind? I thought my reputation scared you.” “I just… Could use a little comfort,” I said. Without saying anything, he leaned down and cupped my chin with his hand. He kissed me deeply. He was soft and sweet, much unlike the rough and rugged hockey player who I had thought he was. After we kissed, he wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up to carry me to the bedroom. We never left each other the whole way there, and when we arrived his dimly lit bedroom he slammed the door behind us and laid me down on the bed. I was trembling, but there was something surprisingly gentle about Enzo’s touch. I had expected a careless brute who only cared about getting himself off, but as he leaned over me and gave me a shockingly sweet, gentle smile, I realized that my assumptions were wrong. Enzo kissed me deeply again, his body pressing against mine. I felt myself relax beneath his touch as my heart began to patter, a wave of emotion washing over me that I hadn’t ever felt before. But there was something that he didn’t know; something that made me nervous and worried that he wouldn’t want to be with me that night after I told him. “I should tell you that I’ve never done this before,” I whispered. Enzo was silent for a few moments. I was worried he wouldn’t want to continue after learning this about me, but then he merely smirked. “I figured,” he replied, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose. “I’ll be gentle with you.” When Enzo touched me after that, he kept true to his promise to be gentle with me. As his hands ran along my body, I noticed that he kept looking up at me with his soft brown eyes as though he was checking on me, and he gave me time to relax before trying to take it further. I was nervous, but something about the way he looked at me gave me a little confidence, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I had been wrong about the hockey player. A few minutes later, he looked me deeply in the eyes as if to ask if I was ready. I was trembling all over, partially from nerves and partially from the tingling in my body. “Lingerie, huh?” he whispered, sounding somewhat amused when he saw my innerwear. I blushed. “Since you went to all that trouble, why don’t you give me a show?” Still blushing, I took a deep breath and did as he asked. My hands shook at first, but soon I began to gain a little more confidence from the way that he looked at me with so much fire in his eyes, and I didn’t feel so nervous. Finally, I revealed myself to him as the last of my clothes hit the floor. Enzo’s eyes were wide as he gazed at me, but the slight smirk on his face never left. Then, with a soft smile, he held his hand out for me. I took it, feeling how small my hand was in his calloused palm, and couldn’t ignore the way my heart fluttered when he pulled me close. We laid beneath the sheets after that, our limbs tangled together and our hearts so close I could feel it beating through his ribcage. I was scared at first, but Enzo reassured me that it was okay. “I’ll be gentle. I promise,” he whispered gently, cradling me close to him. …… When it was over, Enzo and I laid in bed for a minute before he got up and put on his underwear. I sat up, feeling both heavenly and ashamed of myself. There was something different about Enzo now; his body language seemed more wild and dominant, and when he looked at me, his pupils were dilated. His eyes almost seemed like a different color. He smiled at me then and his teeth were sharp and glistening. My heart started to race as I felt like he was a wolf and I was his prey. Swallowing, I stood and put the rest of my clothes on. “See you around.” Before Enzo could reply, I rushed out of the bedroom and left the dorm. What was that look he gave me? Why did he look so… feral? Chapter 3 It was almost four o’clock in the morning by the time I finally returned to my dorm. Jessica and Lori were already asleep in their rooms judging from how dark and quiet everything was. The suite was a mess from the party and we would no doubt be spending the next day cleaning, but I was too hungover and tired to care at the moment. It appeared as though Lori and Jessica must have changed my sheets for me though, which I would have to thank them for in the morning. I wouldn’t have been able to sleep on the same sheets that Justin and Lisa had lied on. As I lay in bed trying to sleep, I was kept awake by my regrets. Had I just given myself to a near-stranger? A womanizer? All to get revenge against Justin and Lisa? I had never been so impulsive like this, especially when it came to love. Right now, I felt embarrassed and ashamed of this blunder. Enzo was incredibly attractive and the time we spent together was wonderful, but right now, I just wanted to forget about it. When I woke the next morning, my head pounded and my stomach hurt from all of the drinks from the night before. I rolled out of bed, ignoring my appearance as I stumbled into the kitchen in my oversized t-shirt and shorts. I just needed some coffee. “You know, you could’ve at least told us where you went last night,” Lori said from her usual spot at the kitchen island. She had a cup of coffee in front of her and was reading A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. “I’m sorry,” I replied, my face turning red as I remembered what happened after the party. “I just needed to get out.” “Why didn’t you tell us that you and Justin were a thing?” Jessica suddenly said, emerging from her room with a towel around her hair while she wore a fluffy pink robe and bunny slippers. She folded her arms and glared at me, pouting. I hung my head low as I poured myself a cup of coffee. I tried to hide it as the tears started to well up, but it was no use. Jessica rushed over to me and wrapped her arms around me while Lori watched with a sorry expression on her face. “I’m sorry,” I said between sobs. “H-He told me he just wanted to wait until the right time to make our relationship public. I t-thought he was just being a gentleman.” “Trash,” Lori replied. “Most of them, anyway. Don’t beat yourself up over it. You can do way better than Justin Thurlow.” Jessica nodded and rubbed my back, agreeing with Lori. “Yeah,” she said. “Screw boys. You’re smart and hot and you’re gonna be a doctor! Who needs boys? C’mon, let’s go get some breakfast.” Jessica and Lori were right. Boys were just a waste of time, and I had more important things to think about. I changed into my usual jeans and hoodie, brushed and braided my hair, and went with my roommates to the dining hall. “Oh my god!” Jessica exclaimed as we approached the dining hall. She squealed and pointed at none other than Enzo coming out the door. Jessica’s excitement garnered the attention of other nearby girls, who also squealed and waved as Enzo approached. I grabbed my hair and used it to shield my face. I just wanted to shrink down into myself. Why did I have to run into Enzo right now, the morning after what we had done? To make matters worse, he approached us and stood in front of us. Even Lori seemed a bit excited at his presence. Did he even remember our night together, or was he confused by how strangely I was acting? “Hi, Enzo!” Jessica said, twirling a bit of her hair around her finger. “Are you excited about the homecoming game today?” I kept my gaze fixed on the ground, letting my bangs fall into my face, but I could feel Enzo’s stern gaze on me. “Yeah,” he replied. “Although, it’s not as exciting when we always know we’re gonna crush the other team. I hope they put up a good fight.” Jessica giggled like a giddy schoolgirl. I took a chance and glanced up, hoping to see Enzo walking away, but was met instead by his strong gaze fixed on me. He looked far less animalistic now; maybe his appearance last night was just a trick of the light or a result of the drink. Enzo had his arms folded as he looked at me. He looked almost disapproving. Was he upset that I walked out on him last night? It hardly seemed likely, given his reputation, but my heart still ached a bit. “You ready for practice, Enzo?” another guy said, striding up to us. He looked Jessica up and down hungrily, then glanced at me before looking at Enzo. Enzo nodded and stuck his hands in his pockets, his eyes still on me. “Yeah. Let’s go.” Later that afternoon, after we had cleaned up the dorm, I was in my room studying for an upcoming biology exam when Jessica came into my room. She was wearing a pleated pink mini-skirt, a fuzzy white sweater, and white sneakers with leg warmers. She had a full face of makeup on and her hair was curled perfectly. “Oh my god, you’re not ready yet?” she said, storming over to me and snapping my book shut unceremoniously. “Hey!” I said, throwing my pen down on my desk. “I was studying.” “Studying can wait,” Jessica replied. “Come on, let’s go to the hockey game! I heard some rumors that Enzo is planning on using some new moves.” My heart leaped up into my throat. “I’m not going,” I said, opening my book up to the page I was on. Jessica clearly didn’t like my response, because she stamped her foot on the ground angrily. “Aw, come on!” she whined. “You’re not really gonna make me go alone, are you?” I didn’t have the heart to tell my friend the truth about where I was last night. If she knew that I slept with Enzo, she would be heartbroken. Jessica had been pining away for Enzo since our first semester. He had never given her too much attention, but still, she went to all of his games, cheered him on, and even watched all the live streams of his tournaments online. She always talked about how he was a genius, how his physical abilities were godlike, and how he easily won every game he competed in. “Come on,” Jessica whined again. “Please? For me?” She batted her eyelashes. I sighed and closed my book again, rubbing my tired eyes. “Alright,” I replied, although I really just wanted to hide in my room and never see the star hockey player again. “I’ll go. But you owe me.” Jessica grinned and pranced out of the room while I got ready. I wanted to blend in, so I just wore a hoodie with the university logo on it and jeans. Jessica seemed a bit disappointed in my outfit choice but didn’t say anything as we made our way to the hockey arena. The whole way there, Jessica prattled on about Enzo. “His figure is just so perfect,” she said. “All of those appear in my dreams!” I hated to admit it, but hearing Jessica talk about Enzo made the memories of last night come flooding back… It made my body tingle. I tried to shake the thoughts out of my mind the best I could as we got in line to walk inside the arena, but I just couldn’t. The feeling of Enzo’s strong eyes on me as we were together, our limbs intertwined, was burned into my memory. I only hoped that I could leave this game without being seen by Enzo or Justin. Chapter 4 We walked inside the arena, which was already packed full of excited students. Half of the arena was reserved for our university, while the other half was reserved for the other university. Our school colors were burgundy and gold -- the other university was blue and black. “Let’s find a good seat,” Jessica said. I followed her up the stairs, then we shimmied between rows of seats toward a couple of empty spots. Once we had our seats, I could hear the conversation between other girls around me; their talking points mostly centered around Enzo. “Do you think he’ll make us succeed again?” “Of course! Enzo always plays perfectly.” “I feel so lucky just to be attending the same university as him!” I cringed a bit at the conversation and scrolled on my phone while I waited for the game to start. Beside me, Jessica pulled out a pair of binoculars and started scouring the ice rink. I can see the cheerleaders performing an energetic opening dance on ice skates before the game, with Lisa in the lead. She looked dazzling in her skimpy uniform, with her perfectly tanned legs and her hair pulled up into a high ponytail with a bow. She waved her pom poms around to hype the crowd up. Looking at the girl who stole my boyfriend made me sick. I had never been much of a sports fan, but the way the crowd was getting excited made me excited, too. As the hockey players skated out onto the rink, some of them skated up to certain cheerleaders who were their girlfriends and kissed them publicly. I could see Justin and Lisa exchanging glances. Justin had never brought me to his games, even though we had been dating for a couple of months. When I did go to his games, he never paid any attention to me until after. I thought that he was just shy at the time, but now I knew that he just didn’t want Lisa to see us together. “Don’t pay any attention to Justin,” Jessica said, handing me the binoculars so I could see better. “He’s not worth your time.” I took the binoculars and peered through them. For some reason, I searched for Enzo. I didn’t know why I wanted to see him so badly, but I did. And he saw me. Somehow, despite the thousands of students in this massive arena, Enzo looked directly at me. It was as though he had a sixth sense, like he knew exactly where I was without even having to think. Even from here, I could see the hint of wildness in his eyes from the night before; like I was his prey. I quickly gave the binoculars back to Jessica as my face turned red. Enzo turned away and skated out to the middle of the rink, skating around in circles and pumping his hockey stick in the air while the crowd cheered. All around me, girls screamed and swooned while guys whooped and hollered. The game started. I lost sight of the puck quickly, but was able to follow the game by watching Enzo, who skated as fast as lightning and moved nimbly around the rink as though he was born with ice skates on his feet. He would perform quick moves with his hockey stick to fake out the opponents, hitting the puck between their legs to one of his teammates before zooming away. He moved so quickly that he was almost like a flash. For some reason, it seemed almost supernatural to me… but no one else seemed to notice, so I figured that it was just in my head. Soon, the opponents became frustrated and aggressive. One player in particular -- I think he was the captain of the other team -- started following Enzo closely and trying to trip him up. “C’mon, Enzo!” Jessica shouted. “I hope he doesn’t get hurt,” another girl said from beside me, sitting up in her seat to see over someone in front of us. Enzo scored a goal, and suddenly, the other team’s captain threw his stick and his helmet down on the ice and tackled Enzo. The crowd gasped as they tussled on the ice. The other player threw punches at Enzo while Enzo only blocked and dodged, clearly not wanting to hurt the other player. It was now that I finally realized how much pressure was on Enzo as the star hockey player. I held my breath as I watched the fight, images of us that night flashing in my mind. For some reason, I cared enough about Enzo to not want him to get hurt. I didn’t care to look at Justin for even a second. The referee blew his whistle and broke up the fight. The crowd cheered as Enzo stood and put his helmet back on, covering his curly hair. The other player was put on the bench for his behavior and the game continued with a penalty for the other team. During halftime, the cheerleaders returned to the rink and began their halftime show. “You hungry?” I said to Jessica. She looked at me and shrugged, too involved in her conversation with another girl about how charming Enzo looked dodging the unsportsmanlike competitor during the fight. As long as I had known her, Jessica always had an easy time making friends. I didn’t mind it, because I was more introverted and appreciated the fact that she usually took control of all of the socializing at things like this. I stood and shimmied out of our row, then went down the bleachers toward the food stands. My stomach was growling and the smell of soft pretzels was making me even more hungry. “One soft pretzel, please,” I said to the vendor. “And water, too.” I handed my money to the vendor and waited for my pretzel. Just then, I felt someone watching me and turned around to see none other than Enzo. He was standing with his teammates by the side of the rink as they rested and drank water, but he was staring right at me. His eyes almost glowed. My heart started to race as I found myself unable to break away from his strong gaze. Something about him made me want to walk over to him as if I was in a trance… “Miss? Hello?” The vendor broke me out of my trance. He was holding out my pretzel and my water. “Oh… Sorry,” I said. “Thank you.” I took my pretzel. When I turned back, Enzo was no longer looking at me and was instead entrenched in a conversation with a teammate as though he hadn’t just been staring into my soul. I considered going back to Jessica, but after the encounter with Enzo finding me in the massive crowd and staring at me just now, I only wanted to leave. I decided to make up an excuse later and just go home; Jessica had made some friends already and probably wouldn’t even notice my absence. She could fill me in on the results of the game later. I left the arena, tossing my uneaten pretzel in the trash on the way out as my stomach suddenly felt too sick to eat. The cool autumn air was a bit of a relief as I walked back to the dorms, although I still felt stifled like I was being watched… or hunted. How was Enzo able to spot me in the crowd like that? And why did he always look so animalistic and hungry when he looked at me? I had never heard any of his many other flings complain of such a thing, so maybe it was all in my head. It had to be. Why else would Enzo seem like such a predator? | Listen to books | 145 | https://facebook.com/100093148902033 | 0 | LEARN_MORE | 1692255600 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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You never play with girls more than once. You should be thanking me because I’m just making it easy for you.” “Is that what you really think of me?” Enzo asked. He didn’t try to hide his voice at all. For some reason, I felt more confident confronting him now. “Everyone knows you’re a player who only has fun with girls once before moving on to the next,” I said, stepping around him. He didn’t block me this time, but turned and frowned. “Well, you’re different,” he replied. Was this some sort of prank? The hockey captain, the star of the school, and a player thought I was “different” enough to keep talking to me after we spent a night together? I wondered if Lisa or Justin put him up to this to rub it in that I would never find love. Enzo stepped closer to me and brushed a bit of hair out of my eyes, finally lowering his voice to a whisper. “I want to have a second time with you.” Chapter 1 Nina It was the night of my coming-of-age party. I was most of all excited for one thing: tonight, Justin would finally announce that he was my boyfriend. Justin and I had been seeing each other for a couple of months now, but we had kept things under wraps so far. Frankly, I would have preferred to make our relationship public right away -- he was one of the most handsome and popular guys on campus, and was on the hockey team -- but he insisted that we wait until the right time. “I want to save announcing our relationship for a special night, baby,” he had told me. I had been asking when he would make our relationship public for a while, but maybe he was right; it was best to wait until a special time. That meant that he really loved me, right? As I stood in front of the mirror and admired myself, I felt confident that Justin would make our relationship public tonight. I prepared a surprise for him under my outfit now because I was certain that we would finally spend our first night together. Aside from the surprise above, which was a hot red lace set that I picked out at the mall a couple of days before the party, I was wearing a short, tight skirt that showed off my curves, a pink crop top, and heels. I wore red lipstick and black eyeliner, too. I felt a bit awkward wearing an outfit like this, as I usually dressed in jeans and hoodies; but my roommates, Jessica and Lori, insisted that I dress up for the party. The only thing that I kept the same about myself tonight was my hair, which had bangs and two long braids. I always wore my hair like this and never liked it any other way. Some people said it was childish, but I thought it was cute and practical. “You look so hot, Nina!” Jessica said as I came out of the room. “The guys are gonna be all over you!” I didn’t say anything about Justin. Even my own roommates didn’t know about our relationship. Lori looked at her phone and took another swig of her drink. “Everyone should be here any minute,” she said in her low, sultry voice. Lori was the quintessential “goth girl” on campus, which was a stark contrast from Jessica’s bubbly nature and my studious attitude. Somehow, though, we were all best friends. Just then, the door burst open with the first guests arriving. The group of guys and girls flooded in, whooping and hollering, excited for the party. With a grin, Jessica cranked up the music and started greeting people while I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. Lori walked over to the couch and sat down, scrolling on her phone; she really only ever came to parties for food and drink. Soon enough, the suite was full of people. The LED lights flashed red, green, and blue while the music played loudly, and the guests started getting excited and playing games. The main attraction seemed to be the bar table, where the boys competed like their lives depended on it, but people also hung out around the seating area, played games, and talk on the balcony. A while into the party, Justin finally arrived. I got excited, but instead of coming over to me and greeting me, he simply made a beeline for the bar table and joined the game. During a lull in the game, I sent Justin a text: “Well? Are we gonna announce it?” I watched from the corner as he pulled out his phone, read the text, then pocketed his phone again. He looked at me and subtly shrugged, then returned to his game as though he didn’t even know me. “Are you okay?” Jessica said, coming over to me with an extra drink in her hand for me. I shrugged. “I’m just not much of a partier, that’s all,” I said. “You just need a little courage, that’s all!” she said, clinking her bottle with mine and taking a big swig. I looked down at my drink and frowned. Jessica was right, but the drink wasn’t going to cut it -- not with how Justin was treating me tonight. “How about something more exciting?” I said. Jessica’s eyes lit up and she turned around to face the group, cupping her hands around her mouth to shout. “Hey everyone!” she shouted. “The birthday girl wants shots!” By my seventh shot, however, I started to feel woozy and felt like I was going to throw up. I stumbled down the hall to the bathroom and made it to the toilet just in time. When I was done throwing up, I stood up and made my way over to the sink, where I splashed some cold water on my face and took some deep breaths to sober myself up. I looked at my smudged makeup and my messy hair in the mirror, trying not to cry as I thought about Justin. Why was he treating me like this? Just a few days ago, we were making out behind the hockey arena and now he was acting like he didn’t even know me. Was he just nervous about announcing our relationship, or was it something else? Taking another deep breath and wiping the tears off of my face, I straightened up and decided to go talk to Justin. When I left the bathroom, however, he wasn’t anywhere to be found. “Hey, have you seen Justin?” I asked a guest. She just shrugged her shoulders and pointed toward my bedroom. Maybe he just went inside to be alone for a minute, which would give us some time to talk. I made my way over to my room, weaving drunkenly through the crowd. When I opened the door, however, I wished that I had just stayed away. Justin wasn’t alone. He was with another girl -- it was Lisa, the cheerleading captain. They were tangled together, Justin’s pants pulled down and Lisa’s clothes on the floor. “What is happening!” I screamed. The party went silent, aside from the music, which someone quickly shut off. Justin and Lisa sat up in my bed; Justin looked even more drunk and high than before, but immediately jumped up when he saw me and yanked his pants up. “Nina, it’s not what it looks like,” he said, stumbling toward me while Lisa simply stood up with a smirk, smoothing down her skirt. She strutted out of the room and bumped me with her shoulder on the way out as I continued to stare at Justin in shock and disbelief. Justin stammered as he tried to explain himself. “I’m so sorry, I-” “Justin…” I interrupted, my voice shaking. “We. Are. Done.” Without another word, I turned away and stormed out of the suite with Jessica and Lori calling after me. I walked out of the dorms into the cool spring air, turning this way and that for a bit before deciding to make my way toward town. I walked for a while, fuming the entire time and muttering to myself until I finally made it to a local bar. I nodded gratefully as the bartender poured me a glass, and I sipped it miserably while he disappeared into the kitchen. I pulled my phone out of my pocket to see that I had several missed calls and “Where are you?!?” texts from Jessica and Lori, but I ignored them and tossed my phone down on the bar, taking a big swig and cursing to myself. “Yeah, I hate my phone, too,” a male voice said from beside me. I looked over to see a guy pulling up a barstool a couple of seats down. He was wearing a red flannel shirt and a sharp jawline. He was muscular, too. “I hate everything right now,” I said, swirling my drink around in my glass with my straw. “How come?” The boy looked at me, and just then, I came to a shocking realization: this was Enzo, Justin’s hockey captain, the star of the school, every girl’s dream boy. And he was sitting next to me, in this quiet dive bar, talking to me. Chapter 2 Enzo must have noticed the expression on my face when I finally recognized him, because he smirked and held out a napkin for me. “Your makeup is smudged.” I blushed and grabbed the napkin from his hand, using it to wipe away my makeup while Enzo continued to stare at me. “Rough night?” he said once I finished cleaning up my makeup. “I guess you could say that,” I replied. “You know,” he said, his deep brown eyes studying my face, “you look better without makeup.” His words made me blush even more. What were the odds that the hockey captain would be hitting on me on the night of my birthday, right after my boyfriend had cheated on me? “Do you treat all the girls like this?” I said suddenly, surprised and embarrassed at my own question. It must have been the drink. Enzo simply smirked again and finished the last of his drink. He reached forward and brushed a bit of hair out of my face. “If you’re so intrigued by how I treat girls, why don’t you come and see it for yourself? I live in Dorm B, fourth floor. Room 409.” His voice was low and sultry, and as we leaned closer together, I felt my breathing become slower and more aroused. I frowned then and pulled away. I needed comfort tonight, but not that sort of comfort. “No way,” I said, crossing my arms. “I know your reputation. You’re a player.” “So what if I am?” Enzo murmured. “It’s your decision, but my room is open to you all night. You can just walk right in. No need to knock.” With that, Enzo sat back up and tossed some money down on the bar. “I’ll pay for the lady’s drink,” he said to the bartender, then threw his jacket over his shoulder and sauntered out of the bar. I kept sipping my drink while I thought about the unexpected proposition. Enzo was well-known as an adonis, a handsome player. Ever since Enzo and Lisa -- the cheerleader who stole my boyfriend -- broke up last semester, Enzo became known around the campus for being a bit of a player. He never had another girlfriend after Lisa, and seemed uninterested with women when it came to knowing them for more than one night. I had never been interested in those deeds. In high school, I was nerdy and never had a chance with any of the boys. The one time I thought I had a chance when the football quarterback asked me to prom, it turned out to be a prank. The whole school laughed at me as I showed up in my blue dress, excited to dance with the quarterback, only for him to trip me and make me fall on the dance floor. “Why would I want you?” he had said, pointing and laughing. “Fatty Nina will never have a boyfriend!” After that, I swore that I would just focus on my studies. I eventually grew out of that phase once I started college, and lots of boys tried to get me to hook up with them, but I just wasn’t interested. If I was going to let a boy interrupt my studies, he would have to be perfect. I had thought that Justin would be the one. He seemed so sweet and kind, but I guess that wasn’t the case. After this, I felt like never falling in love again. “Sorry to say this, young lady, but the bar’s closing soon,” the bartender said, breaking me out of my deep thought. I nodded and finished off the last of my drink, then stood and left the bar. The thought of going home right now almost made me sick. Maybe I didn’t have to go home tonight. I showed up at Enzo’s place a little while later. Before I walked in, I hesitated for a little while as I considered just keeping my dignity and going home. But I was all dressed up tonight with expensive lingerie, and besides… with Justin and Lisa’s double betrayal, what would be a better way to get back at them both? Taking a deep breath, I turned the knob and walked into Enzo’s dorm. He was sitting on the couch when I arrived, as though he had been waiting for me. “Changed your mind, eh?” he said, standing and crossing the room toward me. He was much taller than me, and muscular to boot. This close, I could smell his cologne. It sent a shiver down my spine. “So,” he said, “what changed your mind? I thought my reputation scared you.” “I just… Could use a little comfort,” I said. Without saying anything, he leaned down and cupped my chin with his hand. He kissed me deeply. He was soft and sweet, much unlike the rough and rugged hockey player who I had thought he was. After we kissed, he wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up to carry me to the bedroom. We never left each other the whole way there, and when we arrived his dimly lit bedroom he slammed the door behind us and laid me down on the bed. I was trembling, but there was something surprisingly gentle about Enzo’s touch. I had expected a careless brute who only cared about getting himself off, but as he leaned over me and gave me a shockingly sweet, gentle smile, I realized that my assumptions were wrong. Enzo kissed me deeply again, his body pressing against mine. I felt myself relax beneath his touch as my heart began to patter, a wave of emotion washing over me that I hadn’t ever felt before. But there was something that he didn’t know; something that made me nervous and worried that he wouldn’t want to be with me that night after I told him. “I should tell you that I’ve never done this before,” I whispered. Enzo was silent for a few moments. I was worried he wouldn’t want to continue after learning this about me, but then he merely smirked. “I figured,” he replied, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose. “I’ll be gentle with you.” When Enzo touched me after that, he kept true to his promise to be gentle with me. As his hands ran along my body, I noticed that he kept looking up at me with his soft brown eyes as though he was checking on me, and he gave me time to relax before trying to take it further. I was nervous, but something about the way he looked at me gave me a little confidence, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I had been wrong about the hockey player. A few minutes later, he looked me deeply in the eyes as if to ask if I was ready. I was trembling all over, partially from nerves and partially from the tingling in my body. “Lingerie, huh?” he whispered, sounding somewhat amused when he saw my innerwear. I blushed. “Since you went to all that trouble, why don’t you give me a show?” Still blushing, I took a deep breath and did as he asked. My hands shook at first, but soon I began to gain a little more confidence from the way that he looked at me with so much fire in his eyes, and I didn’t feel so nervous. Finally, I revealed myself to him as the last of my clothes hit the floor. Enzo’s eyes were wide as he gazed at me, but the slight smirk on his face never left. Then, with a soft smile, he held his hand out for me. I took it, feeling how small my hand was in his calloused palm, and couldn’t ignore the way my heart fluttered when he pulled me close. We laid beneath the sheets after that, our limbs tangled together and our hearts so close I could feel it beating through his ribcage. I was scared at first, but Enzo reassured me that it was okay. “I’ll be gentle. I promise,” he whispered gently, cradling me close to him. …… When it was over, Enzo and I laid in bed for a minute before he got up and put on his underwear. I sat up, feeling both heavenly and ashamed of myself. There was something different about Enzo now; his body language seemed more wild and dominant, and when he looked at me, his pupils were dilated. His eyes almost seemed like a different color. He smiled at me then and his teeth were sharp and glistening. My heart started to race as I felt like he was a wolf and I was his prey. Swallowing, I stood and put the rest of my clothes on. “See you around.” Before Enzo could reply, I rushed out of the bedroom and left the dorm. What was that look he gave me? Why did he look so… feral? Chapter 3 It was almost four o’clock in the morning by the time I finally returned to my dorm. Jessica and Lori were already asleep in their rooms judging from how dark and quiet everything was. The suite was a mess from the party and we would no doubt be spending the next day cleaning, but I was too hungover and tired to care at the moment. It appeared as though Lori and Jessica must have changed my sheets for me though, which I would have to thank them for in the morning. I wouldn’t have been able to sleep on the same sheets that Justin and Lisa had lied on. As I lay in bed trying to sleep, I was kept awake by my regrets. Had I just given myself to a near-stranger? A womanizer? All to get revenge against Justin and Lisa? I had never been so impulsive like this, especially when it came to love. Right now, I felt embarrassed and ashamed of this blunder. Enzo was incredibly attractive and the time we spent together was wonderful, but right now, I just wanted to forget about it. When I woke the next morning, my head pounded and my stomach hurt from all of the drinks from the night before. I rolled out of bed, ignoring my appearance as I stumbled into the kitchen in my oversized t-shirt and shorts. I just needed some coffee. “You know, you could’ve at least told us where you went last night,” Lori said from her usual spot at the kitchen island. She had a cup of coffee in front of her and was reading A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. “I’m sorry,” I replied, my face turning red as I remembered what happened after the party. “I just needed to get out.” “Why didn’t you tell us that you and Justin were a thing?” Jessica suddenly said, emerging from her room with a towel around her hair while she wore a fluffy pink robe and bunny slippers. She folded her arms and glared at me, pouting. I hung my head low as I poured myself a cup of coffee. I tried to hide it as the tears started to well up, but it was no use. Jessica rushed over to me and wrapped her arms around me while Lori watched with a sorry expression on her face. “I’m sorry,” I said between sobs. “H-He told me he just wanted to wait until the right time to make our relationship public. I t-thought he was just being a gentleman.” “Trash,” Lori replied. “Most of them, anyway. Don’t beat yourself up over it. You can do way better than Justin Thurlow.” Jessica nodded and rubbed my back, agreeing with Lori. “Yeah,” she said. “Screw boys. You’re smart and hot and you’re gonna be a doctor! Who needs boys? C’mon, let’s go get some breakfast.” Jessica and Lori were right. Boys were just a waste of time, and I had more important things to think about. I changed into my usual jeans and hoodie, brushed and braided my hair, and went with my roommates to the dining hall. “Oh my god!” Jessica exclaimed as we approached the dining hall. She squealed and pointed at none other than Enzo coming out the door. Jessica’s excitement garnered the attention of other nearby girls, who also squealed and waved as Enzo approached. I grabbed my hair and used it to shield my face. I just wanted to shrink down into myself. Why did I have to run into Enzo right now, the morning after what we had done? To make matters worse, he approached us and stood in front of us. Even Lori seemed a bit excited at his presence. Did he even remember our night together, or was he confused by how strangely I was acting? “Hi, Enzo!” Jessica said, twirling a bit of her hair around her finger. “Are you excited about the homecoming game today?” I kept my gaze fixed on the ground, letting my bangs fall into my face, but I could feel Enzo’s stern gaze on me. “Yeah,” he replied. “Although, it’s not as exciting when we always know we’re gonna crush the other team. I hope they put up a good fight.” Jessica giggled like a giddy schoolgirl. I took a chance and glanced up, hoping to see Enzo walking away, but was met instead by his strong gaze fixed on me. He looked far less animalistic now; maybe his appearance last night was just a trick of the light or a result of the drink. Enzo had his arms folded as he looked at me. He looked almost disapproving. Was he upset that I walked out on him last night? It hardly seemed likely, given his reputation, but my heart still ached a bit. “You ready for practice, Enzo?” another guy said, striding up to us. He looked Jessica up and down hungrily, then glanced at me before looking at Enzo. Enzo nodded and stuck his hands in his pockets, his eyes still on me. “Yeah. Let’s go.” Later that afternoon, after we had cleaned up the dorm, I was in my room studying for an upcoming biology exam when Jessica came into my room. She was wearing a pleated pink mini-skirt, a fuzzy white sweater, and white sneakers with leg warmers. She had a full face of makeup on and her hair was curled perfectly. “Oh my god, you’re not ready yet?” she said, storming over to me and snapping my book shut unceremoniously. “Hey!” I said, throwing my pen down on my desk. “I was studying.” “Studying can wait,” Jessica replied. “Come on, let’s go to the hockey game! I heard some rumors that Enzo is planning on using some new moves.” My heart leaped up into my throat. “I’m not going,” I said, opening my book up to the page I was on. Jessica clearly didn’t like my response, because she stamped her foot on the ground angrily. “Aw, come on!” she whined. “You’re not really gonna make me go alone, are you?” I didn’t have the heart to tell my friend the truth about where I was last night. If she knew that I slept with Enzo, she would be heartbroken. Jessica had been pining away for Enzo since our first semester. He had never given her too much attention, but still, she went to all of his games, cheered him on, and even watched all the live streams of his tournaments online. She always talked about how he was a genius, how his physical abilities were godlike, and how he easily won every game he competed in. “Come on,” Jessica whined again. “Please? For me?” She batted her eyelashes. I sighed and closed my book again, rubbing my tired eyes. “Alright,” I replied, although I really just wanted to hide in my room and never see the star hockey player again. “I’ll go. But you owe me.” Jessica grinned and pranced out of the room while I got ready. I wanted to blend in, so I just wore a hoodie with the university logo on it and jeans. Jessica seemed a bit disappointed in my outfit choice but didn’t say anything as we made our way to the hockey arena. The whole way there, Jessica prattled on about Enzo. “His figure is just so perfect,” she said. “All of those appear in my dreams!” I hated to admit it, but hearing Jessica talk about Enzo made the memories of last night come flooding back… It made my body tingle. I tried to shake the thoughts out of my mind the best I could as we got in line to walk inside the arena, but I just couldn’t. The feeling of Enzo’s strong eyes on me as we were together, our limbs intertwined, was burned into my memory. I only hoped that I could leave this game without being seen by Enzo or Justin. Chapter 4 We walked inside the arena, which was already packed full of excited students. Half of the arena was reserved for our university, while the other half was reserved for the other university. Our school colors were burgundy and gold -- the other university was blue and black. “Let’s find a good seat,” Jessica said. I followed her up the stairs, then we shimmied between rows of seats toward a couple of empty spots. Once we had our seats, I could hear the conversation between other girls around me; their talking points mostly centered around Enzo. “Do you think he’ll make us succeed again?” “Of course! Enzo always plays perfectly.” “I feel so lucky just to be attending the same university as him!” I cringed a bit at the conversation and scrolled on my phone while I waited for the game to start. Beside me, Jessica pulled out a pair of binoculars and started scouring the ice rink. I can see the cheerleaders performing an energetic opening dance on ice skates before the game, with Lisa in the lead. She looked dazzling in her skimpy uniform, with her perfectly tanned legs and her hair pulled up into a high ponytail with a bow. She waved her pom poms around to hype the crowd up. Looking at the girl who stole my boyfriend made me sick. I had never been much of a sports fan, but the way the crowd was getting excited made me excited, too. As the hockey players skated out onto the rink, some of them skated up to certain cheerleaders who were their girlfriends and kissed them publicly. I could see Justin and Lisa exchanging glances. Justin had never brought me to his games, even though we had been dating for a couple of months. When I did go to his games, he never paid any attention to me until after. I thought that he was just shy at the time, but now I knew that he just didn’t want Lisa to see us together. “Don’t pay any attention to Justin,” Jessica said, handing me the binoculars so I could see better. “He’s not worth your time.” I took the binoculars and peered through them. For some reason, I searched for Enzo. I didn’t know why I wanted to see him so badly, but I did. And he saw me. Somehow, despite the thousands of students in this massive arena, Enzo looked directly at me. It was as though he had a sixth sense, like he knew exactly where I was without even having to think. Even from here, I could see the hint of wildness in his eyes from the night before; like I was his prey. I quickly gave the binoculars back to Jessica as my face turned red. Enzo turned away and skated out to the middle of the rink, skating around in circles and pumping his hockey stick in the air while the crowd cheered. All around me, girls screamed and swooned while guys whooped and hollered. The game started. I lost sight of the puck quickly, but was able to follow the game by watching Enzo, who skated as fast as lightning and moved nimbly around the rink as though he was born with ice skates on his feet. He would perform quick moves with his hockey stick to fake out the opponents, hitting the puck between their legs to one of his teammates before zooming away. He moved so quickly that he was almost like a flash. For some reason, it seemed almost supernatural to me… but no one else seemed to notice, so I figured that it was just in my head. Soon, the opponents became frustrated and aggressive. One player in particular -- I think he was the captain of the other team -- started following Enzo closely and trying to trip him up. “C’mon, Enzo!” Jessica shouted. “I hope he doesn’t get hurt,” another girl said from beside me, sitting up in her seat to see over someone in front of us. Enzo scored a goal, and suddenly, the other team’s captain threw his stick and his helmet down on the ice and tackled Enzo. The crowd gasped as they tussled on the ice. The other player threw punches at Enzo while Enzo only blocked and dodged, clearly not wanting to hurt the other player. It was now that I finally realized how much pressure was on Enzo as the star hockey player. I held my breath as I watched the fight, images of us that night flashing in my mind. For some reason, I cared enough about Enzo to not want him to get hurt. I didn’t care to look at Justin for even a second. The referee blew his whistle and broke up the fight. The crowd cheered as Enzo stood and put his helmet back on, covering his curly hair. The other player was put on the bench for his behavior and the game continued with a penalty for the other team. During halftime, the cheerleaders returned to the rink and began their halftime show. “You hungry?” I said to Jessica. She looked at me and shrugged, too involved in her conversation with another girl about how charming Enzo looked dodging the unsportsmanlike competitor during the fight. As long as I had known her, Jessica always had an easy time making friends. I didn’t mind it, because I was more introverted and appreciated the fact that she usually took control of all of the socializing at things like this. I stood and shimmied out of our row, then went down the bleachers toward the food stands. My stomach was growling and the smell of soft pretzels was making me even more hungry. “One soft pretzel, please,” I said to the vendor. “And water, too.” I handed my money to the vendor and waited for my pretzel. Just then, I felt someone watching me and turned around to see none other than Enzo. He was standing with his teammates by the side of the rink as they rested and drank water, but he was staring right at me. His eyes almost glowed. My heart started to race as I found myself unable to break away from his strong gaze. Something about him made me want to walk over to him as if I was in a trance… “Miss? Hello?” The vendor broke me out of my trance. He was holding out my pretzel and my water. “Oh… Sorry,” I said. “Thank you.” I took my pretzel. When I turned back, Enzo was no longer looking at me and was instead entrenched in a conversation with a teammate as though he hadn’t just been staring into my soul. I considered going back to Jessica, but after the encounter with Enzo finding me in the massive crowd and staring at me just now, I only wanted to leave. I decided to make up an excuse later and just go home; Jessica had made some friends already and probably wouldn’t even notice my absence. She could fill me in on the results of the game later. I left the arena, tossing my uneaten pretzel in the trash on the way out as my stomach suddenly felt too sick to eat. The cool autumn air was a bit of a relief as I walked back to the dorms, although I still felt stifled like I was being watched… or hunted. How was Enzo able to spot me in the crowd like that? And why did he always look so animalistic and hungry when he looked at me? I had never heard any of his many other flings complain of such a thing, so maybe it was all in my head. It had to be. Why else would Enzo seem like such a predator? | Listen to books | 145 | https://facebook.com/100093148902033 | 0 | LEARN_MORE | 1692255600 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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You never play with girls more than once. You should be thanking me because I’m just making it easy for you.” “Is that what you really think of me?” Enzo asked. He didn’t try to hide his voice at all. For some reason, I felt more confident confronting him now. “Everyone knows you’re a player who only has fun with girls once before moving on to the next,” I said, stepping around him. He didn’t block me this time, but turned and frowned. “Well, you’re different,” he replied. Was this some sort of prank? The hockey captain, the star of the school, and a player thought I was “different” enough to keep talking to me after we spent a night together? I wondered if Lisa or Justin put him up to this to rub it in that I would never find love. Enzo stepped closer to me and brushed a bit of hair out of my eyes, finally lowering his voice to a whisper. “I want to have a second time with you.” Chapter 1 Nina It was the night of my coming-of-age party. I was most of all excited for one thing: tonight, Justin would finally announce that he was my boyfriend. Justin and I had been seeing each other for a couple of months now, but we had kept things under wraps so far. Frankly, I would have preferred to make our relationship public right away -- he was one of the most handsome and popular guys on campus, and was on the hockey team -- but he insisted that we wait until the right time. “I want to save announcing our relationship for a special night, baby,” he had told me. I had been asking when he would make our relationship public for a while, but maybe he was right; it was best to wait until a special time. That meant that he really loved me, right? As I stood in front of the mirror and admired myself, I felt confident that Justin would make our relationship public tonight. I prepared a surprise for him under my outfit now because I was certain that we would finally spend our first night together. Aside from the surprise above, which was a hot red lace set that I picked out at the mall a couple of days before the party, I was wearing a short, tight skirt that showed off my curves, a pink crop top, and heels. I wore red lipstick and black eyeliner, too. I felt a bit awkward wearing an outfit like this, as I usually dressed in jeans and hoodies; but my roommates, Jessica and Lori, insisted that I dress up for the party. The only thing that I kept the same about myself tonight was my hair, which had bangs and two long braids. I always wore my hair like this and never liked it any other way. Some people said it was childish, but I thought it was cute and practical. “You look so hot, Nina!” Jessica said as I came out of the room. “The guys are gonna be all over you!” I didn’t say anything about Justin. Even my own roommates didn’t know about our relationship. Lori looked at her phone and took another swig of her drink. “Everyone should be here any minute,” she said in her low, sultry voice. Lori was the quintessential “goth girl” on campus, which was a stark contrast from Jessica’s bubbly nature and my studious attitude. Somehow, though, we were all best friends. Just then, the door burst open with the first guests arriving. The group of guys and girls flooded in, whooping and hollering, excited for the party. With a grin, Jessica cranked up the music and started greeting people while I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. Lori walked over to the couch and sat down, scrolling on her phone; she really only ever came to parties for food and drink. Soon enough, the suite was full of people. The LED lights flashed red, green, and blue while the music played loudly, and the guests started getting excited and playing games. The main attraction seemed to be the bar table, where the boys competed like their lives depended on it, but people also hung out around the seating area, played games, and talk on the balcony. A while into the party, Justin finally arrived. I got excited, but instead of coming over to me and greeting me, he simply made a beeline for the bar table and joined the game. During a lull in the game, I sent Justin a text: “Well? Are we gonna announce it?” I watched from the corner as he pulled out his phone, read the text, then pocketed his phone again. He looked at me and subtly shrugged, then returned to his game as though he didn’t even know me. “Are you okay?” Jessica said, coming over to me with an extra drink in her hand for me. I shrugged. “I’m just not much of a partier, that’s all,” I said. “You just need a little courage, that’s all!” she said, clinking her bottle with mine and taking a big swig. I looked down at my drink and frowned. Jessica was right, but the drink wasn’t going to cut it -- not with how Justin was treating me tonight. “How about something more exciting?” I said. Jessica’s eyes lit up and she turned around to face the group, cupping her hands around her mouth to shout. “Hey everyone!” she shouted. “The birthday girl wants shots!” By my seventh shot, however, I started to feel woozy and felt like I was going to throw up. I stumbled down the hall to the bathroom and made it to the toilet just in time. When I was done throwing up, I stood up and made my way over to the sink, where I splashed some cold water on my face and took some deep breaths to sober myself up. I looked at my smudged makeup and my messy hair in the mirror, trying not to cry as I thought about Justin. Why was he treating me like this? Just a few days ago, we were making out behind the hockey arena and now he was acting like he didn’t even know me. Was he just nervous about announcing our relationship, or was it something else? Taking another deep breath and wiping the tears off of my face, I straightened up and decided to go talk to Justin. When I left the bathroom, however, he wasn’t anywhere to be found. “Hey, have you seen Justin?” I asked a guest. She just shrugged her shoulders and pointed toward my bedroom. Maybe he just went inside to be alone for a minute, which would give us some time to talk. I made my way over to my room, weaving drunkenly through the crowd. When I opened the door, however, I wished that I had just stayed away. Justin wasn’t alone. He was with another girl -- it was Lisa, the cheerleading captain. They were tangled together, Justin’s pants pulled down and Lisa’s clothes on the floor. “What is happening!” I screamed. The party went silent, aside from the music, which someone quickly shut off. Justin and Lisa sat up in my bed; Justin looked even more drunk and high than before, but immediately jumped up when he saw me and yanked his pants up. “Nina, it’s not what it looks like,” he said, stumbling toward me while Lisa simply stood up with a smirk, smoothing down her skirt. She strutted out of the room and bumped me with her shoulder on the way out as I continued to stare at Justin in shock and disbelief. Justin stammered as he tried to explain himself. “I’m so sorry, I-” “Justin…” I interrupted, my voice shaking. “We. Are. Done.” Without another word, I turned away and stormed out of the suite with Jessica and Lori calling after me. I walked out of the dorms into the cool spring air, turning this way and that for a bit before deciding to make my way toward town. I walked for a while, fuming the entire time and muttering to myself until I finally made it to a local bar. I nodded gratefully as the bartender poured me a glass, and I sipped it miserably while he disappeared into the kitchen. I pulled my phone out of my pocket to see that I had several missed calls and “Where are you?!?” texts from Jessica and Lori, but I ignored them and tossed my phone down on the bar, taking a big swig and cursing to myself. “Yeah, I hate my phone, too,” a male voice said from beside me. I looked over to see a guy pulling up a barstool a couple of seats down. He was wearing a red flannel shirt and a sharp jawline. He was muscular, too. “I hate everything right now,” I said, swirling my drink around in my glass with my straw. “How come?” The boy looked at me, and just then, I came to a shocking realization: this was Enzo, Justin’s hockey captain, the star of the school, every girl’s dream boy. And he was sitting next to me, in this quiet dive bar, talking to me. Chapter 2 Enzo must have noticed the expression on my face when I finally recognized him, because he smirked and held out a napkin for me. “Your makeup is smudged.” I blushed and grabbed the napkin from his hand, using it to wipe away my makeup while Enzo continued to stare at me. “Rough night?” he said once I finished cleaning up my makeup. “I guess you could say that,” I replied. “You know,” he said, his deep brown eyes studying my face, “you look better without makeup.” His words made me blush even more. What were the odds that the hockey captain would be hitting on me on the night of my birthday, right after my boyfriend had cheated on me? “Do you treat all the girls like this?” I said suddenly, surprised and embarrassed at my own question. It must have been the drink. Enzo simply smirked again and finished the last of his drink. He reached forward and brushed a bit of hair out of my face. “If you’re so intrigued by how I treat girls, why don’t you come and see it for yourself? I live in Dorm B, fourth floor. Room 409.” His voice was low and sultry, and as we leaned closer together, I felt my breathing become slower and more aroused. I frowned then and pulled away. I needed comfort tonight, but not that sort of comfort. “No way,” I said, crossing my arms. “I know your reputation. You’re a player.” “So what if I am?” Enzo murmured. “It’s your decision, but my room is open to you all night. You can just walk right in. No need to knock.” With that, Enzo sat back up and tossed some money down on the bar. “I’ll pay for the lady’s drink,” he said to the bartender, then threw his jacket over his shoulder and sauntered out of the bar. I kept sipping my drink while I thought about the unexpected proposition. Enzo was well-known as an adonis, a handsome player. Ever since Enzo and Lisa -- the cheerleader who stole my boyfriend -- broke up last semester, Enzo became known around the campus for being a bit of a player. He never had another girlfriend after Lisa, and seemed uninterested with women when it came to knowing them for more than one night. I had never been interested in those deeds. In high school, I was nerdy and never had a chance with any of the boys. The one time I thought I had a chance when the football quarterback asked me to prom, it turned out to be a prank. The whole school laughed at me as I showed up in my blue dress, excited to dance with the quarterback, only for him to trip me and make me fall on the dance floor. “Why would I want you?” he had said, pointing and laughing. “Fatty Nina will never have a boyfriend!” After that, I swore that I would just focus on my studies. I eventually grew out of that phase once I started college, and lots of boys tried to get me to hook up with them, but I just wasn’t interested. If I was going to let a boy interrupt my studies, he would have to be perfect. I had thought that Justin would be the one. He seemed so sweet and kind, but I guess that wasn’t the case. After this, I felt like never falling in love again. “Sorry to say this, young lady, but the bar’s closing soon,” the bartender said, breaking me out of my deep thought. I nodded and finished off the last of my drink, then stood and left the bar. The thought of going home right now almost made me sick. Maybe I didn’t have to go home tonight. I showed up at Enzo’s place a little while later. Before I walked in, I hesitated for a little while as I considered just keeping my dignity and going home. But I was all dressed up tonight with expensive lingerie, and besides… with Justin and Lisa’s double betrayal, what would be a better way to get back at them both? Taking a deep breath, I turned the knob and walked into Enzo’s dorm. He was sitting on the couch when I arrived, as though he had been waiting for me. “Changed your mind, eh?” he said, standing and crossing the room toward me. He was much taller than me, and muscular to boot. This close, I could smell his cologne. It sent a shiver down my spine. “So,” he said, “what changed your mind? I thought my reputation scared you.” “I just… Could use a little comfort,” I said. Without saying anything, he leaned down and cupped my chin with his hand. He kissed me deeply. He was soft and sweet, much unlike the rough and rugged hockey player who I had thought he was. After we kissed, he wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up to carry me to the bedroom. We never left each other the whole way there, and when we arrived his dimly lit bedroom he slammed the door behind us and laid me down on the bed. I was trembling, but there was something surprisingly gentle about Enzo’s touch. I had expected a careless brute who only cared about getting himself off, but as he leaned over me and gave me a shockingly sweet, gentle smile, I realized that my assumptions were wrong. Enzo kissed me deeply again, his body pressing against mine. I felt myself relax beneath his touch as my heart began to patter, a wave of emotion washing over me that I hadn’t ever felt before. But there was something that he didn’t know; something that made me nervous and worried that he wouldn’t want to be with me that night after I told him. “I should tell you that I’ve never done this before,” I whispered. Enzo was silent for a few moments. I was worried he wouldn’t want to continue after learning this about me, but then he merely smirked. “I figured,” he replied, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose. “I’ll be gentle with you.” When Enzo touched me after that, he kept true to his promise to be gentle with me. As his hands ran along my body, I noticed that he kept looking up at me with his soft brown eyes as though he was checking on me, and he gave me time to relax before trying to take it further. I was nervous, but something about the way he looked at me gave me a little confidence, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I had been wrong about the hockey player. A few minutes later, he looked me deeply in the eyes as if to ask if I was ready. I was trembling all over, partially from nerves and partially from the tingling in my body. “Lingerie, huh?” he whispered, sounding somewhat amused when he saw my innerwear. I blushed. “Since you went to all that trouble, why don’t you give me a show?” Still blushing, I took a deep breath and did as he asked. My hands shook at first, but soon I began to gain a little more confidence from the way that he looked at me with so much fire in his eyes, and I didn’t feel so nervous. Finally, I revealed myself to him as the last of my clothes hit the floor. Enzo’s eyes were wide as he gazed at me, but the slight smirk on his face never left. Then, with a soft smile, he held his hand out for me. I took it, feeling how small my hand was in his calloused palm, and couldn’t ignore the way my heart fluttered when he pulled me close. We laid beneath the sheets after that, our limbs tangled together and our hearts so close I could feel it beating through his ribcage. I was scared at first, but Enzo reassured me that it was okay. “I’ll be gentle. I promise,” he whispered gently, cradling me close to him. …… When it was over, Enzo and I laid in bed for a minute before he got up and put on his underwear. I sat up, feeling both heavenly and ashamed of myself. There was something different about Enzo now; his body language seemed more wild and dominant, and when he looked at me, his pupils were dilated. His eyes almost seemed like a different color. He smiled at me then and his teeth were sharp and glistening. My heart started to race as I felt like he was a wolf and I was his prey. Swallowing, I stood and put the rest of my clothes on. “See you around.” Before Enzo could reply, I rushed out of the bedroom and left the dorm. What was that look he gave me? Why did he look so… feral? Chapter 3 It was almost four o’clock in the morning by the time I finally returned to my dorm. Jessica and Lori were already asleep in their rooms judging from how dark and quiet everything was. The suite was a mess from the party and we would no doubt be spending the next day cleaning, but I was too hungover and tired to care at the moment. It appeared as though Lori and Jessica must have changed my sheets for me though, which I would have to thank them for in the morning. I wouldn’t have been able to sleep on the same sheets that Justin and Lisa had lied on. As I lay in bed trying to sleep, I was kept awake by my regrets. Had I just given myself to a near-stranger? A womanizer? All to get revenge against Justin and Lisa? I had never been so impulsive like this, especially when it came to love. Right now, I felt embarrassed and ashamed of this blunder. Enzo was incredibly attractive and the time we spent together was wonderful, but right now, I just wanted to forget about it. When I woke the next morning, my head pounded and my stomach hurt from all of the drinks from the night before. I rolled out of bed, ignoring my appearance as I stumbled into the kitchen in my oversized t-shirt and shorts. I just needed some coffee. “You know, you could’ve at least told us where you went last night,” Lori said from her usual spot at the kitchen island. She had a cup of coffee in front of her and was reading A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. “I’m sorry,” I replied, my face turning red as I remembered what happened after the party. “I just needed to get out.” “Why didn’t you tell us that you and Justin were a thing?” Jessica suddenly said, emerging from her room with a towel around her hair while she wore a fluffy pink robe and bunny slippers. She folded her arms and glared at me, pouting. I hung my head low as I poured myself a cup of coffee. I tried to hide it as the tears started to well up, but it was no use. Jessica rushed over to me and wrapped her arms around me while Lori watched with a sorry expression on her face. “I’m sorry,” I said between sobs. “H-He told me he just wanted to wait until the right time to make our relationship public. I t-thought he was just being a gentleman.” “Trash,” Lori replied. “Most of them, anyway. Don’t beat yourself up over it. You can do way better than Justin Thurlow.” Jessica nodded and rubbed my back, agreeing with Lori. “Yeah,” she said. “Screw boys. You’re smart and hot and you’re gonna be a doctor! Who needs boys? C’mon, let’s go get some breakfast.” Jessica and Lori were right. Boys were just a waste of time, and I had more important things to think about. I changed into my usual jeans and hoodie, brushed and braided my hair, and went with my roommates to the dining hall. “Oh my god!” Jessica exclaimed as we approached the dining hall. She squealed and pointed at none other than Enzo coming out the door. Jessica’s excitement garnered the attention of other nearby girls, who also squealed and waved as Enzo approached. I grabbed my hair and used it to shield my face. I just wanted to shrink down into myself. Why did I have to run into Enzo right now, the morning after what we had done? To make matters worse, he approached us and stood in front of us. Even Lori seemed a bit excited at his presence. Did he even remember our night together, or was he confused by how strangely I was acting? “Hi, Enzo!” Jessica said, twirling a bit of her hair around her finger. “Are you excited about the homecoming game today?” I kept my gaze fixed on the ground, letting my bangs fall into my face, but I could feel Enzo’s stern gaze on me. “Yeah,” he replied. “Although, it’s not as exciting when we always know we’re gonna crush the other team. I hope they put up a good fight.” Jessica giggled like a giddy schoolgirl. I took a chance and glanced up, hoping to see Enzo walking away, but was met instead by his strong gaze fixed on me. He looked far less animalistic now; maybe his appearance last night was just a trick of the light or a result of the drink. Enzo had his arms folded as he looked at me. He looked almost disapproving. Was he upset that I walked out on him last night? It hardly seemed likely, given his reputation, but my heart still ached a bit. “You ready for practice, Enzo?” another guy said, striding up to us. He looked Jessica up and down hungrily, then glanced at me before looking at Enzo. Enzo nodded and stuck his hands in his pockets, his eyes still on me. “Yeah. Let’s go.” Later that afternoon, after we had cleaned up the dorm, I was in my room studying for an upcoming biology exam when Jessica came into my room. She was wearing a pleated pink mini-skirt, a fuzzy white sweater, and white sneakers with leg warmers. She had a full face of makeup on and her hair was curled perfectly. “Oh my god, you’re not ready yet?” she said, storming over to me and snapping my book shut unceremoniously. “Hey!” I said, throwing my pen down on my desk. “I was studying.” “Studying can wait,” Jessica replied. “Come on, let’s go to the hockey game! I heard some rumors that Enzo is planning on using some new moves.” My heart leaped up into my throat. “I’m not going,” I said, opening my book up to the page I was on. Jessica clearly didn’t like my response, because she stamped her foot on the ground angrily. “Aw, come on!” she whined. “You’re not really gonna make me go alone, are you?” I didn’t have the heart to tell my friend the truth about where I was last night. If she knew that I slept with Enzo, she would be heartbroken. Jessica had been pining away for Enzo since our first semester. He had never given her too much attention, but still, she went to all of his games, cheered him on, and even watched all the live streams of his tournaments online. She always talked about how he was a genius, how his physical abilities were godlike, and how he easily won every game he competed in. “Come on,” Jessica whined again. “Please? For me?” She batted her eyelashes. I sighed and closed my book again, rubbing my tired eyes. “Alright,” I replied, although I really just wanted to hide in my room and never see the star hockey player again. “I’ll go. But you owe me.” Jessica grinned and pranced out of the room while I got ready. I wanted to blend in, so I just wore a hoodie with the university logo on it and jeans. Jessica seemed a bit disappointed in my outfit choice but didn’t say anything as we made our way to the hockey arena. The whole way there, Jessica prattled on about Enzo. “His figure is just so perfect,” she said. “All of those appear in my dreams!” I hated to admit it, but hearing Jessica talk about Enzo made the memories of last night come flooding back… It made my body tingle. I tried to shake the thoughts out of my mind the best I could as we got in line to walk inside the arena, but I just couldn’t. The feeling of Enzo’s strong eyes on me as we were together, our limbs intertwined, was burned into my memory. I only hoped that I could leave this game without being seen by Enzo or Justin. Chapter 4 We walked inside the arena, which was already packed full of excited students. Half of the arena was reserved for our university, while the other half was reserved for the other university. Our school colors were burgundy and gold -- the other university was blue and black. “Let’s find a good seat,” Jessica said. I followed her up the stairs, then we shimmied between rows of seats toward a couple of empty spots. Once we had our seats, I could hear the conversation between other girls around me; their talking points mostly centered around Enzo. “Do you think he’ll make us succeed again?” “Of course! Enzo always plays perfectly.” “I feel so lucky just to be attending the same university as him!” I cringed a bit at the conversation and scrolled on my phone while I waited for the game to start. Beside me, Jessica pulled out a pair of binoculars and started scouring the ice rink. I can see the cheerleaders performing an energetic opening dance on ice skates before the game, with Lisa in the lead. She looked dazzling in her skimpy uniform, with her perfectly tanned legs and her hair pulled up into a high ponytail with a bow. She waved her pom poms around to hype the crowd up. Looking at the girl who stole my boyfriend made me sick. I had never been much of a sports fan, but the way the crowd was getting excited made me excited, too. As the hockey players skated out onto the rink, some of them skated up to certain cheerleaders who were their girlfriends and kissed them publicly. I could see Justin and Lisa exchanging glances. Justin had never brought me to his games, even though we had been dating for a couple of months. When I did go to his games, he never paid any attention to me until after. I thought that he was just shy at the time, but now I knew that he just didn’t want Lisa to see us together. “Don’t pay any attention to Justin,” Jessica said, handing me the binoculars so I could see better. “He’s not worth your time.” I took the binoculars and peered through them. For some reason, I searched for Enzo. I didn’t know why I wanted to see him so badly, but I did. And he saw me. Somehow, despite the thousands of students in this massive arena, Enzo looked directly at me. It was as though he had a sixth sense, like he knew exactly where I was without even having to think. Even from here, I could see the hint of wildness in his eyes from the night before; like I was his prey. I quickly gave the binoculars back to Jessica as my face turned red. Enzo turned away and skated out to the middle of the rink, skating around in circles and pumping his hockey stick in the air while the crowd cheered. All around me, girls screamed and swooned while guys whooped and hollered. The game started. I lost sight of the puck quickly, but was able to follow the game by watching Enzo, who skated as fast as lightning and moved nimbly around the rink as though he was born with ice skates on his feet. He would perform quick moves with his hockey stick to fake out the opponents, hitting the puck between their legs to one of his teammates before zooming away. He moved so quickly that he was almost like a flash. For some reason, it seemed almost supernatural to me… but no one else seemed to notice, so I figured that it was just in my head. Soon, the opponents became frustrated and aggressive. One player in particular -- I think he was the captain of the other team -- started following Enzo closely and trying to trip him up. “C’mon, Enzo!” Jessica shouted. “I hope he doesn’t get hurt,” another girl said from beside me, sitting up in her seat to see over someone in front of us. Enzo scored a goal, and suddenly, the other team’s captain threw his stick and his helmet down on the ice and tackled Enzo. The crowd gasped as they tussled on the ice. The other player threw punches at Enzo while Enzo only blocked and dodged, clearly not wanting to hurt the other player. It was now that I finally realized how much pressure was on Enzo as the star hockey player. I held my breath as I watched the fight, images of us that night flashing in my mind. For some reason, I cared enough about Enzo to not want him to get hurt. I didn’t care to look at Justin for even a second. The referee blew his whistle and broke up the fight. The crowd cheered as Enzo stood and put his helmet back on, covering his curly hair. The other player was put on the bench for his behavior and the game continued with a penalty for the other team. During halftime, the cheerleaders returned to the rink and began their halftime show. “You hungry?” I said to Jessica. She looked at me and shrugged, too involved in her conversation with another girl about how charming Enzo looked dodging the unsportsmanlike competitor during the fight. As long as I had known her, Jessica always had an easy time making friends. I didn’t mind it, because I was more introverted and appreciated the fact that she usually took control of all of the socializing at things like this. I stood and shimmied out of our row, then went down the bleachers toward the food stands. My stomach was growling and the smell of soft pretzels was making me even more hungry. “One soft pretzel, please,” I said to the vendor. “And water, too.” I handed my money to the vendor and waited for my pretzel. Just then, I felt someone watching me and turned around to see none other than Enzo. He was standing with his teammates by the side of the rink as they rested and drank water, but he was staring right at me. His eyes almost glowed. My heart started to race as I found myself unable to break away from his strong gaze. Something about him made me want to walk over to him as if I was in a trance… “Miss? Hello?” The vendor broke me out of my trance. He was holding out my pretzel and my water. “Oh… Sorry,” I said. “Thank you.” I took my pretzel. When I turned back, Enzo was no longer looking at me and was instead entrenched in a conversation with a teammate as though he hadn’t just been staring into my soul. I considered going back to Jessica, but after the encounter with Enzo finding me in the massive crowd and staring at me just now, I only wanted to leave. I decided to make up an excuse later and just go home; Jessica had made some friends already and probably wouldn’t even notice my absence. She could fill me in on the results of the game later. I left the arena, tossing my uneaten pretzel in the trash on the way out as my stomach suddenly felt too sick to eat. The cool autumn air was a bit of a relief as I walked back to the dorms, although I still felt stifled like I was being watched… or hunted. How was Enzo able to spot me in the crowd like that? And why did he always look so animalistic and hungry when he looked at me? I had never heard any of his many other flings complain of such a thing, so maybe it was all in my head. It had to be. Why else would Enzo seem like such a predator? | Listen to books | 145 | https://facebook.com/100093148902033 | 0 | LEARN_MORE | 1692255600 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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You never play with girls more than once. You should be thanking me because I’m just making it easy for you.” “Is that what you really think of me?” Enzo asked. He didn’t try to hide his voice at all. For some reason, I felt more confident confronting him now. “Everyone knows you’re a player who only has fun with girls once before moving on to the next,” I said, stepping around him. He didn’t block me this time, but turned and frowned. “Well, you’re different,” he replied. Was this some sort of prank? The hockey captain, the star of the school, and a player thought I was “different” enough to keep talking to me after we spent a night together? I wondered if Lisa or Justin put him up to this to rub it in that I would never find love. Enzo stepped closer to me and brushed a bit of hair out of my eyes, finally lowering his voice to a whisper. “I want to have a second time with you.” Chapter 1 Nina It was the night of my coming-of-age party. I was most of all excited for one thing: tonight, Justin would finally announce that he was my boyfriend. Justin and I had been seeing each other for a couple of months now, but we had kept things under wraps so far. Frankly, I would have preferred to make our relationship public right away -- he was one of the most handsome and popular guys on campus, and was on the hockey team -- but he insisted that we wait until the right time. “I want to save announcing our relationship for a special night, baby,” he had told me. I had been asking when he would make our relationship public for a while, but maybe he was right; it was best to wait until a special time. That meant that he really loved me, right? As I stood in front of the mirror and admired myself, I felt confident that Justin would make our relationship public tonight. I prepared a surprise for him under my outfit now because I was certain that we would finally spend our first night together. Aside from the surprise above, which was a hot red lace set that I picked out at the mall a couple of days before the party, I was wearing a short, tight skirt that showed off my curves, a pink crop top, and heels. I wore red lipstick and black eyeliner, too. I felt a bit awkward wearing an outfit like this, as I usually dressed in jeans and hoodies; but my roommates, Jessica and Lori, insisted that I dress up for the party. The only thing that I kept the same about myself tonight was my hair, which had bangs and two long braids. I always wore my hair like this and never liked it any other way. Some people said it was childish, but I thought it was cute and practical. “You look so hot, Nina!” Jessica said as I came out of the room. “The guys are gonna be all over you!” I didn’t say anything about Justin. Even my own roommates didn’t know about our relationship. Lori looked at her phone and took another swig of her drink. “Everyone should be here any minute,” she said in her low, sultry voice. Lori was the quintessential “goth girl” on campus, which was a stark contrast from Jessica’s bubbly nature and my studious attitude. Somehow, though, we were all best friends. Just then, the door burst open with the first guests arriving. The group of guys and girls flooded in, whooping and hollering, excited for the party. With a grin, Jessica cranked up the music and started greeting people while I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. Lori walked over to the couch and sat down, scrolling on her phone; she really only ever came to parties for food and drink. Soon enough, the suite was full of people. The LED lights flashed red, green, and blue while the music played loudly, and the guests started getting excited and playing games. The main attraction seemed to be the bar table, where the boys competed like their lives depended on it, but people also hung out around the seating area, played games, and talk on the balcony. A while into the party, Justin finally arrived. I got excited, but instead of coming over to me and greeting me, he simply made a beeline for the bar table and joined the game. During a lull in the game, I sent Justin a text: “Well? Are we gonna announce it?” I watched from the corner as he pulled out his phone, read the text, then pocketed his phone again. He looked at me and subtly shrugged, then returned to his game as though he didn’t even know me. “Are you okay?” Jessica said, coming over to me with an extra drink in her hand for me. I shrugged. “I’m just not much of a partier, that’s all,” I said. “You just need a little courage, that’s all!” she said, clinking her bottle with mine and taking a big swig. I looked down at my drink and frowned. Jessica was right, but the drink wasn’t going to cut it -- not with how Justin was treating me tonight. “How about something more exciting?” I said. Jessica’s eyes lit up and she turned around to face the group, cupping her hands around her mouth to shout. “Hey everyone!” she shouted. “The birthday girl wants shots!” By my seventh shot, however, I started to feel woozy and felt like I was going to throw up. I stumbled down the hall to the bathroom and made it to the toilet just in time. When I was done throwing up, I stood up and made my way over to the sink, where I splashed some cold water on my face and took some deep breaths to sober myself up. I looked at my smudged makeup and my messy hair in the mirror, trying not to cry as I thought about Justin. Why was he treating me like this? Just a few days ago, we were making out behind the hockey arena and now he was acting like he didn’t even know me. Was he just nervous about announcing our relationship, or was it something else? Taking another deep breath and wiping the tears off of my face, I straightened up and decided to go talk to Justin. When I left the bathroom, however, he wasn’t anywhere to be found. “Hey, have you seen Justin?” I asked a guest. She just shrugged her shoulders and pointed toward my bedroom. Maybe he just went inside to be alone for a minute, which would give us some time to talk. I made my way over to my room, weaving drunkenly through the crowd. When I opened the door, however, I wished that I had just stayed away. Justin wasn’t alone. He was with another girl -- it was Lisa, the cheerleading captain. They were tangled together, Justin’s pants pulled down and Lisa’s clothes on the floor. “What is happening!” I screamed. The party went silent, aside from the music, which someone quickly shut off. Justin and Lisa sat up in my bed; Justin looked even more drunk and high than before, but immediately jumped up when he saw me and yanked his pants up. “Nina, it’s not what it looks like,” he said, stumbling toward me while Lisa simply stood up with a smirk, smoothing down her skirt. She strutted out of the room and bumped me with her shoulder on the way out as I continued to stare at Justin in shock and disbelief. Justin stammered as he tried to explain himself. “I’m so sorry, I-” “Justin…” I interrupted, my voice shaking. “We. Are. Done.” Without another word, I turned away and stormed out of the suite with Jessica and Lori calling after me. I walked out of the dorms into the cool spring air, turning this way and that for a bit before deciding to make my way toward town. I walked for a while, fuming the entire time and muttering to myself until I finally made it to a local bar. I nodded gratefully as the bartender poured me a glass, and I sipped it miserably while he disappeared into the kitchen. I pulled my phone out of my pocket to see that I had several missed calls and “Where are you?!?” texts from Jessica and Lori, but I ignored them and tossed my phone down on the bar, taking a big swig and cursing to myself. “Yeah, I hate my phone, too,” a male voice said from beside me. I looked over to see a guy pulling up a barstool a couple of seats down. He was wearing a red flannel shirt and a sharp jawline. He was muscular, too. “I hate everything right now,” I said, swirling my drink around in my glass with my straw. “How come?” The boy looked at me, and just then, I came to a shocking realization: this was Enzo, Justin’s hockey captain, the star of the school, every girl’s dream boy. And he was sitting next to me, in this quiet dive bar, talking to me. Chapter 2 Enzo must have noticed the expression on my face when I finally recognized him, because he smirked and held out a napkin for me. “Your makeup is smudged.” I blushed and grabbed the napkin from his hand, using it to wipe away my makeup while Enzo continued to stare at me. “Rough night?” he said once I finished cleaning up my makeup. “I guess you could say that,” I replied. “You know,” he said, his deep brown eyes studying my face, “you look better without makeup.” His words made me blush even more. What were the odds that the hockey captain would be hitting on me on the night of my birthday, right after my boyfriend had cheated on me? “Do you treat all the girls like this?” I said suddenly, surprised and embarrassed at my own question. It must have been the drink. Enzo simply smirked again and finished the last of his drink. He reached forward and brushed a bit of hair out of my face. “If you’re so intrigued by how I treat girls, why don’t you come and see it for yourself? I live in Dorm B, fourth floor. Room 409.” His voice was low and sultry, and as we leaned closer together, I felt my breathing become slower and more aroused. I frowned then and pulled away. I needed comfort tonight, but not that sort of comfort. “No way,” I said, crossing my arms. “I know your reputation. You’re a player.” “So what if I am?” Enzo murmured. “It’s your decision, but my room is open to you all night. You can just walk right in. No need to knock.” With that, Enzo sat back up and tossed some money down on the bar. “I’ll pay for the lady’s drink,” he said to the bartender, then threw his jacket over his shoulder and sauntered out of the bar. I kept sipping my drink while I thought about the unexpected proposition. Enzo was well-known as an adonis, a handsome player. Ever since Enzo and Lisa -- the cheerleader who stole my boyfriend -- broke up last semester, Enzo became known around the campus for being a bit of a player. He never had another girlfriend after Lisa, and seemed uninterested with women when it came to knowing them for more than one night. I had never been interested in those deeds. In high school, I was nerdy and never had a chance with any of the boys. The one time I thought I had a chance when the football quarterback asked me to prom, it turned out to be a prank. The whole school laughed at me as I showed up in my blue dress, excited to dance with the quarterback, only for him to trip me and make me fall on the dance floor. “Why would I want you?” he had said, pointing and laughing. “Fatty Nina will never have a boyfriend!” After that, I swore that I would just focus on my studies. I eventually grew out of that phase once I started college, and lots of boys tried to get me to hook up with them, but I just wasn’t interested. If I was going to let a boy interrupt my studies, he would have to be perfect. I had thought that Justin would be the one. He seemed so sweet and kind, but I guess that wasn’t the case. After this, I felt like never falling in love again. “Sorry to say this, young lady, but the bar’s closing soon,” the bartender said, breaking me out of my deep thought. I nodded and finished off the last of my drink, then stood and left the bar. The thought of going home right now almost made me sick. Maybe I didn’t have to go home tonight. I showed up at Enzo’s place a little while later. Before I walked in, I hesitated for a little while as I considered just keeping my dignity and going home. But I was all dressed up tonight with expensive lingerie, and besides… with Justin and Lisa’s double betrayal, what would be a better way to get back at them both? Taking a deep breath, I turned the knob and walked into Enzo’s dorm. He was sitting on the couch when I arrived, as though he had been waiting for me. “Changed your mind, eh?” he said, standing and crossing the room toward me. He was much taller than me, and muscular to boot. This close, I could smell his cologne. It sent a shiver down my spine. “So,” he said, “what changed your mind? I thought my reputation scared you.” “I just… Could use a little comfort,” I said. Without saying anything, he leaned down and cupped my chin with his hand. He kissed me deeply. He was soft and sweet, much unlike the rough and rugged hockey player who I had thought he was. After we kissed, he wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up to carry me to the bedroom. We never left each other the whole way there, and when we arrived his dimly lit bedroom he slammed the door behind us and laid me down on the bed. I was trembling, but there was something surprisingly gentle about Enzo’s touch. I had expected a careless brute who only cared about getting himself off, but as he leaned over me and gave me a shockingly sweet, gentle smile, I realized that my assumptions were wrong. Enzo kissed me deeply again, his body pressing against mine. I felt myself relax beneath his touch as my heart began to patter, a wave of emotion washing over me that I hadn’t ever felt before. But there was something that he didn’t know; something that made me nervous and worried that he wouldn’t want to be with me that night after I told him. “I should tell you that I’ve never done this before,” I whispered. Enzo was silent for a few moments. I was worried he wouldn’t want to continue after learning this about me, but then he merely smirked. “I figured,” he replied, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose. “I’ll be gentle with you.” When Enzo touched me after that, he kept true to his promise to be gentle with me. As his hands ran along my body, I noticed that he kept looking up at me with his soft brown eyes as though he was checking on me, and he gave me time to relax before trying to take it further. I was nervous, but something about the way he looked at me gave me a little confidence, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I had been wrong about the hockey player. A few minutes later, he looked me deeply in the eyes as if to ask if I was ready. I was trembling all over, partially from nerves and partially from the tingling in my body. “Lingerie, huh?” he whispered, sounding somewhat amused when he saw my innerwear. I blushed. “Since you went to all that trouble, why don’t you give me a show?” Still blushing, I took a deep breath and did as he asked. My hands shook at first, but soon I began to gain a little more confidence from the way that he looked at me with so much fire in his eyes, and I didn’t feel so nervous. Finally, I revealed myself to him as the last of my clothes hit the floor. Enzo’s eyes were wide as he gazed at me, but the slight smirk on his face never left. Then, with a soft smile, he held his hand out for me. I took it, feeling how small my hand was in his calloused palm, and couldn’t ignore the way my heart fluttered when he pulled me close. We laid beneath the sheets after that, our limbs tangled together and our hearts so close I could feel it beating through his ribcage. I was scared at first, but Enzo reassured me that it was okay. “I’ll be gentle. I promise,” he whispered gently, cradling me close to him. …… When it was over, Enzo and I laid in bed for a minute before he got up and put on his underwear. I sat up, feeling both heavenly and ashamed of myself. There was something different about Enzo now; his body language seemed more wild and dominant, and when he looked at me, his pupils were dilated. His eyes almost seemed like a different color. He smiled at me then and his teeth were sharp and glistening. My heart started to race as I felt like he was a wolf and I was his prey. Swallowing, I stood and put the rest of my clothes on. “See you around.” Before Enzo could reply, I rushed out of the bedroom and left the dorm. What was that look he gave me? Why did he look so… feral? Chapter 3 It was almost four o’clock in the morning by the time I finally returned to my dorm. Jessica and Lori were already asleep in their rooms judging from how dark and quiet everything was. The suite was a mess from the party and we would no doubt be spending the next day cleaning, but I was too hungover and tired to care at the moment. It appeared as though Lori and Jessica must have changed my sheets for me though, which I would have to thank them for in the morning. I wouldn’t have been able to sleep on the same sheets that Justin and Lisa had lied on. As I lay in bed trying to sleep, I was kept awake by my regrets. Had I just given myself to a near-stranger? A womanizer? All to get revenge against Justin and Lisa? I had never been so impulsive like this, especially when it came to love. Right now, I felt embarrassed and ashamed of this blunder. Enzo was incredibly attractive and the time we spent together was wonderful, but right now, I just wanted to forget about it. When I woke the next morning, my head pounded and my stomach hurt from all of the drinks from the night before. I rolled out of bed, ignoring my appearance as I stumbled into the kitchen in my oversized t-shirt and shorts. I just needed some coffee. “You know, you could’ve at least told us where you went last night,” Lori said from her usual spot at the kitchen island. She had a cup of coffee in front of her and was reading A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. “I’m sorry,” I replied, my face turning red as I remembered what happened after the party. “I just needed to get out.” “Why didn’t you tell us that you and Justin were a thing?” Jessica suddenly said, emerging from her room with a towel around her hair while she wore a fluffy pink robe and bunny slippers. She folded her arms and glared at me, pouting. I hung my head low as I poured myself a cup of coffee. I tried to hide it as the tears started to well up, but it was no use. Jessica rushed over to me and wrapped her arms around me while Lori watched with a sorry expression on her face. “I’m sorry,” I said between sobs. “H-He told me he just wanted to wait until the right time to make our relationship public. I t-thought he was just being a gentleman.” “Trash,” Lori replied. “Most of them, anyway. Don’t beat yourself up over it. You can do way better than Justin Thurlow.” Jessica nodded and rubbed my back, agreeing with Lori. “Yeah,” she said. “Screw boys. You’re smart and hot and you’re gonna be a doctor! Who needs boys? C’mon, let’s go get some breakfast.” Jessica and Lori were right. Boys were just a waste of time, and I had more important things to think about. I changed into my usual jeans and hoodie, brushed and braided my hair, and went with my roommates to the dining hall. “Oh my god!” Jessica exclaimed as we approached the dining hall. She squealed and pointed at none other than Enzo coming out the door. Jessica’s excitement garnered the attention of other nearby girls, who also squealed and waved as Enzo approached. I grabbed my hair and used it to shield my face. I just wanted to shrink down into myself. Why did I have to run into Enzo right now, the morning after what we had done? To make matters worse, he approached us and stood in front of us. Even Lori seemed a bit excited at his presence. Did he even remember our night together, or was he confused by how strangely I was acting? “Hi, Enzo!” Jessica said, twirling a bit of her hair around her finger. “Are you excited about the homecoming game today?” I kept my gaze fixed on the ground, letting my bangs fall into my face, but I could feel Enzo’s stern gaze on me. “Yeah,” he replied. “Although, it’s not as exciting when we always know we’re gonna crush the other team. I hope they put up a good fight.” Jessica giggled like a giddy schoolgirl. I took a chance and glanced up, hoping to see Enzo walking away, but was met instead by his strong gaze fixed on me. He looked far less animalistic now; maybe his appearance last night was just a trick of the light or a result of the drink. Enzo had his arms folded as he looked at me. He looked almost disapproving. Was he upset that I walked out on him last night? It hardly seemed likely, given his reputation, but my heart still ached a bit. “You ready for practice, Enzo?” another guy said, striding up to us. He looked Jessica up and down hungrily, then glanced at me before looking at Enzo. Enzo nodded and stuck his hands in his pockets, his eyes still on me. “Yeah. Let’s go.” Later that afternoon, after we had cleaned up the dorm, I was in my room studying for an upcoming biology exam when Jessica came into my room. She was wearing a pleated pink mini-skirt, a fuzzy white sweater, and white sneakers with leg warmers. She had a full face of makeup on and her hair was curled perfectly. “Oh my god, you’re not ready yet?” she said, storming over to me and snapping my book shut unceremoniously. “Hey!” I said, throwing my pen down on my desk. “I was studying.” “Studying can wait,” Jessica replied. “Come on, let’s go to the hockey game! I heard some rumors that Enzo is planning on using some new moves.” My heart leaped up into my throat. “I’m not going,” I said, opening my book up to the page I was on. Jessica clearly didn’t like my response, because she stamped her foot on the ground angrily. “Aw, come on!” she whined. “You’re not really gonna make me go alone, are you?” I didn’t have the heart to tell my friend the truth about where I was last night. If she knew that I slept with Enzo, she would be heartbroken. Jessica had been pining away for Enzo since our first semester. He had never given her too much attention, but still, she went to all of his games, cheered him on, and even watched all the live streams of his tournaments online. She always talked about how he was a genius, how his physical abilities were godlike, and how he easily won every game he competed in. “Come on,” Jessica whined again. “Please? For me?” She batted her eyelashes. I sighed and closed my book again, rubbing my tired eyes. “Alright,” I replied, although I really just wanted to hide in my room and never see the star hockey player again. “I’ll go. But you owe me.” Jessica grinned and pranced out of the room while I got ready. I wanted to blend in, so I just wore a hoodie with the university logo on it and jeans. Jessica seemed a bit disappointed in my outfit choice but didn’t say anything as we made our way to the hockey arena. The whole way there, Jessica prattled on about Enzo. “His figure is just so perfect,” she said. “All of those appear in my dreams!” I hated to admit it, but hearing Jessica talk about Enzo made the memories of last night come flooding back… It made my body tingle. I tried to shake the thoughts out of my mind the best I could as we got in line to walk inside the arena, but I just couldn’t. The feeling of Enzo’s strong eyes on me as we were together, our limbs intertwined, was burned into my memory. I only hoped that I could leave this game without being seen by Enzo or Justin. Chapter 4 We walked inside the arena, which was already packed full of excited students. Half of the arena was reserved for our university, while the other half was reserved for the other university. Our school colors were burgundy and gold -- the other university was blue and black. “Let’s find a good seat,” Jessica said. I followed her up the stairs, then we shimmied between rows of seats toward a couple of empty spots. Once we had our seats, I could hear the conversation between other girls around me; their talking points mostly centered around Enzo. “Do you think he’ll make us succeed again?” “Of course! Enzo always plays perfectly.” “I feel so lucky just to be attending the same university as him!” I cringed a bit at the conversation and scrolled on my phone while I waited for the game to start. Beside me, Jessica pulled out a pair of binoculars and started scouring the ice rink. I can see the cheerleaders performing an energetic opening dance on ice skates before the game, with Lisa in the lead. She looked dazzling in her skimpy uniform, with her perfectly tanned legs and her hair pulled up into a high ponytail with a bow. She waved her pom poms around to hype the crowd up. Looking at the girl who stole my boyfriend made me sick. I had never been much of a sports fan, but the way the crowd was getting excited made me excited, too. As the hockey players skated out onto the rink, some of them skated up to certain cheerleaders who were their girlfriends and kissed them publicly. I could see Justin and Lisa exchanging glances. Justin had never brought me to his games, even though we had been dating for a couple of months. When I did go to his games, he never paid any attention to me until after. I thought that he was just shy at the time, but now I knew that he just didn’t want Lisa to see us together. “Don’t pay any attention to Justin,” Jessica said, handing me the binoculars so I could see better. “He’s not worth your time.” I took the binoculars and peered through them. For some reason, I searched for Enzo. I didn’t know why I wanted to see him so badly, but I did. And he saw me. Somehow, despite the thousands of students in this massive arena, Enzo looked directly at me. It was as though he had a sixth sense, like he knew exactly where I was without even having to think. Even from here, I could see the hint of wildness in his eyes from the night before; like I was his prey. I quickly gave the binoculars back to Jessica as my face turned red. Enzo turned away and skated out to the middle of the rink, skating around in circles and pumping his hockey stick in the air while the crowd cheered. All around me, girls screamed and swooned while guys whooped and hollered. The game started. I lost sight of the puck quickly, but was able to follow the game by watching Enzo, who skated as fast as lightning and moved nimbly around the rink as though he was born with ice skates on his feet. He would perform quick moves with his hockey stick to fake out the opponents, hitting the puck between their legs to one of his teammates before zooming away. He moved so quickly that he was almost like a flash. For some reason, it seemed almost supernatural to me… but no one else seemed to notice, so I figured that it was just in my head. Soon, the opponents became frustrated and aggressive. One player in particular -- I think he was the captain of the other team -- started following Enzo closely and trying to trip him up. “C’mon, Enzo!” Jessica shouted. “I hope he doesn’t get hurt,” another girl said from beside me, sitting up in her seat to see over someone in front of us. Enzo scored a goal, and suddenly, the other team’s captain threw his stick and his helmet down on the ice and tackled Enzo. The crowd gasped as they tussled on the ice. The other player threw punches at Enzo while Enzo only blocked and dodged, clearly not wanting to hurt the other player. It was now that I finally realized how much pressure was on Enzo as the star hockey player. I held my breath as I watched the fight, images of us that night flashing in my mind. For some reason, I cared enough about Enzo to not want him to get hurt. I didn’t care to look at Justin for even a second. The referee blew his whistle and broke up the fight. The crowd cheered as Enzo stood and put his helmet back on, covering his curly hair. The other player was put on the bench for his behavior and the game continued with a penalty for the other team. During halftime, the cheerleaders returned to the rink and began their halftime show. “You hungry?” I said to Jessica. She looked at me and shrugged, too involved in her conversation with another girl about how charming Enzo looked dodging the unsportsmanlike competitor during the fight. As long as I had known her, Jessica always had an easy time making friends. I didn’t mind it, because I was more introverted and appreciated the fact that she usually took control of all of the socializing at things like this. I stood and shimmied out of our row, then went down the bleachers toward the food stands. My stomach was growling and the smell of soft pretzels was making me even more hungry. “One soft pretzel, please,” I said to the vendor. “And water, too.” I handed my money to the vendor and waited for my pretzel. Just then, I felt someone watching me and turned around to see none other than Enzo. He was standing with his teammates by the side of the rink as they rested and drank water, but he was staring right at me. His eyes almost glowed. My heart started to race as I found myself unable to break away from his strong gaze. Something about him made me want to walk over to him as if I was in a trance… “Miss? Hello?” The vendor broke me out of my trance. He was holding out my pretzel and my water. “Oh… Sorry,” I said. “Thank you.” I took my pretzel. When I turned back, Enzo was no longer looking at me and was instead entrenched in a conversation with a teammate as though he hadn’t just been staring into my soul. I considered going back to Jessica, but after the encounter with Enzo finding me in the massive crowd and staring at me just now, I only wanted to leave. I decided to make up an excuse later and just go home; Jessica had made some friends already and probably wouldn’t even notice my absence. She could fill me in on the results of the game later. I left the arena, tossing my uneaten pretzel in the trash on the way out as my stomach suddenly felt too sick to eat. The cool autumn air was a bit of a relief as I walked back to the dorms, although I still felt stifled like I was being watched… or hunted. How was Enzo able to spot me in the crowd like that? And why did he always look so animalistic and hungry when he looked at me? I had never heard any of his many other flings complain of such a thing, so maybe it was all in my head. It had to be. Why else would Enzo seem like such a predator? | Listen to books | 145 | https://facebook.com/100093148902033 | 0 | LEARN_MORE | 1692255600 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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You never play with girls more than once. You should be thanking me because I’m just making it easy for you.” “Is that what you really think of me?” Enzo asked. He didn’t try to hide his voice at all. For some reason, I felt more confident confronting him now. “Everyone knows you’re a player who only has fun with girls once before moving on to the next,” I said, stepping around him. He didn’t block me this time, but turned and frowned. “Well, you’re different,” he replied. Was this some sort of prank? The hockey captain, the star of the school, and a player thought I was “different” enough to keep talking to me after we spent a night together? I wondered if Lisa or Justin put him up to this to rub it in that I would never find love. Enzo stepped closer to me and brushed a bit of hair out of my eyes, finally lowering his voice to a whisper. “I want to have a second time with you.” Chapter 1 Nina It was the night of my coming-of-age party. I was most of all excited for one thing: tonight, Justin would finally announce that he was my boyfriend. Justin and I had been seeing each other for a couple of months now, but we had kept things under wraps so far. Frankly, I would have preferred to make our relationship public right away -- he was one of the most handsome and popular guys on campus, and was on the hockey team -- but he insisted that we wait until the right time. “I want to save announcing our relationship for a special night, baby,” he had told me. I had been asking when he would make our relationship public for a while, but maybe he was right; it was best to wait until a special time. That meant that he really loved me, right? As I stood in front of the mirror and admired myself, I felt confident that Justin would make our relationship public tonight. I prepared a surprise for him under my outfit now because I was certain that we would finally spend our first night together. Aside from the surprise above, which was a hot red lace set that I picked out at the mall a couple of days before the party, I was wearing a short, tight skirt that showed off my curves, a pink crop top, and heels. I wore red lipstick and black eyeliner, too. I felt a bit awkward wearing an outfit like this, as I usually dressed in jeans and hoodies; but my roommates, Jessica and Lori, insisted that I dress up for the party. The only thing that I kept the same about myself tonight was my hair, which had bangs and two long braids. I always wore my hair like this and never liked it any other way. Some people said it was childish, but I thought it was cute and practical. “You look so hot, Nina!” Jessica said as I came out of the room. “The guys are gonna be all over you!” I didn’t say anything about Justin. Even my own roommates didn’t know about our relationship. Lori looked at her phone and took another swig of her drink. “Everyone should be here any minute,” she said in her low, sultry voice. Lori was the quintessential “goth girl” on campus, which was a stark contrast from Jessica’s bubbly nature and my studious attitude. Somehow, though, we were all best friends. Just then, the door burst open with the first guests arriving. The group of guys and girls flooded in, whooping and hollering, excited for the party. With a grin, Jessica cranked up the music and started greeting people while I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. Lori walked over to the couch and sat down, scrolling on her phone; she really only ever came to parties for food and drink. Soon enough, the suite was full of people. The LED lights flashed red, green, and blue while the music played loudly, and the guests started getting excited and playing games. The main attraction seemed to be the bar table, where the boys competed like their lives depended on it, but people also hung out around the seating area, played games, and talk on the balcony. A while into the party, Justin finally arrived. I got excited, but instead of coming over to me and greeting me, he simply made a beeline for the bar table and joined the game. During a lull in the game, I sent Justin a text: “Well? Are we gonna announce it?” I watched from the corner as he pulled out his phone, read the text, then pocketed his phone again. He looked at me and subtly shrugged, then returned to his game as though he didn’t even know me. “Are you okay?” Jessica said, coming over to me with an extra drink in her hand for me. I shrugged. “I’m just not much of a partier, that’s all,” I said. “You just need a little courage, that’s all!” she said, clinking her bottle with mine and taking a big swig. I looked down at my drink and frowned. Jessica was right, but the drink wasn’t going to cut it -- not with how Justin was treating me tonight. “How about something more exciting?” I said. Jessica’s eyes lit up and she turned around to face the group, cupping her hands around her mouth to shout. “Hey everyone!” she shouted. “The birthday girl wants shots!” By my seventh shot, however, I started to feel woozy and felt like I was going to throw up. I stumbled down the hall to the bathroom and made it to the toilet just in time. When I was done throwing up, I stood up and made my way over to the sink, where I splashed some cold water on my face and took some deep breaths to sober myself up. I looked at my smudged makeup and my messy hair in the mirror, trying not to cry as I thought about Justin. Why was he treating me like this? Just a few days ago, we were making out behind the hockey arena and now he was acting like he didn’t even know me. Was he just nervous about announcing our relationship, or was it something else? Taking another deep breath and wiping the tears off of my face, I straightened up and decided to go talk to Justin. When I left the bathroom, however, he wasn’t anywhere to be found. “Hey, have you seen Justin?” I asked a guest. She just shrugged her shoulders and pointed toward my bedroom. Maybe he just went inside to be alone for a minute, which would give us some time to talk. I made my way over to my room, weaving drunkenly through the crowd. When I opened the door, however, I wished that I had just stayed away. Justin wasn’t alone. He was with another girl -- it was Lisa, the cheerleading captain. They were tangled together, Justin’s pants pulled down and Lisa’s clothes on the floor. “What is happening!” I screamed. The party went silent, aside from the music, which someone quickly shut off. Justin and Lisa sat up in my bed; Justin looked even more drunk and high than before, but immediately jumped up when he saw me and yanked his pants up. “Nina, it’s not what it looks like,” he said, stumbling toward me while Lisa simply stood up with a smirk, smoothing down her skirt. She strutted out of the room and bumped me with her shoulder on the way out as I continued to stare at Justin in shock and disbelief. Justin stammered as he tried to explain himself. “I’m so sorry, I-” “Justin…” I interrupted, my voice shaking. “We. Are. Done.” Without another word, I turned away and stormed out of the suite with Jessica and Lori calling after me. I walked out of the dorms into the cool spring air, turning this way and that for a bit before deciding to make my way toward town. I walked for a while, fuming the entire time and muttering to myself until I finally made it to a local bar. I nodded gratefully as the bartender poured me a glass, and I sipped it miserably while he disappeared into the kitchen. I pulled my phone out of my pocket to see that I had several missed calls and “Where are you?!?” texts from Jessica and Lori, but I ignored them and tossed my phone down on the bar, taking a big swig and cursing to myself. “Yeah, I hate my phone, too,” a male voice said from beside me. I looked over to see a guy pulling up a barstool a couple of seats down. He was wearing a red flannel shirt and a sharp jawline. He was muscular, too. “I hate everything right now,” I said, swirling my drink around in my glass with my straw. “How come?” The boy looked at me, and just then, I came to a shocking realization: this was Enzo, Justin’s hockey captain, the star of the school, every girl’s dream boy. And he was sitting next to me, in this quiet dive bar, talking to me. Chapter 2 Enzo must have noticed the expression on my face when I finally recognized him, because he smirked and held out a napkin for me. “Your makeup is smudged.” I blushed and grabbed the napkin from his hand, using it to wipe away my makeup while Enzo continued to stare at me. “Rough night?” he said once I finished cleaning up my makeup. “I guess you could say that,” I replied. “You know,” he said, his deep brown eyes studying my face, “you look better without makeup.” His words made me blush even more. What were the odds that the hockey captain would be hitting on me on the night of my birthday, right after my boyfriend had cheated on me? “Do you treat all the girls like this?” I said suddenly, surprised and embarrassed at my own question. It must have been the drink. Enzo simply smirked again and finished the last of his drink. He reached forward and brushed a bit of hair out of my face. “If you’re so intrigued by how I treat girls, why don’t you come and see it for yourself? I live in Dorm B, fourth floor. Room 409.” His voice was low and sultry, and as we leaned closer together, I felt my breathing become slower and more aroused. I frowned then and pulled away. I needed comfort tonight, but not that sort of comfort. “No way,” I said, crossing my arms. “I know your reputation. You’re a player.” “So what if I am?” Enzo murmured. “It’s your decision, but my room is open to you all night. You can just walk right in. No need to knock.” With that, Enzo sat back up and tossed some money down on the bar. “I’ll pay for the lady’s drink,” he said to the bartender, then threw his jacket over his shoulder and sauntered out of the bar. I kept sipping my drink while I thought about the unexpected proposition. Enzo was well-known as an adonis, a handsome player. Ever since Enzo and Lisa -- the cheerleader who stole my boyfriend -- broke up last semester, Enzo became known around the campus for being a bit of a player. He never had another girlfriend after Lisa, and seemed uninterested with women when it came to knowing them for more than one night. I had never been interested in those deeds. In high school, I was nerdy and never had a chance with any of the boys. The one time I thought I had a chance when the football quarterback asked me to prom, it turned out to be a prank. The whole school laughed at me as I showed up in my blue dress, excited to dance with the quarterback, only for him to trip me and make me fall on the dance floor. “Why would I want you?” he had said, pointing and laughing. “Fatty Nina will never have a boyfriend!” After that, I swore that I would just focus on my studies. I eventually grew out of that phase once I started college, and lots of boys tried to get me to hook up with them, but I just wasn’t interested. If I was going to let a boy interrupt my studies, he would have to be perfect. I had thought that Justin would be the one. He seemed so sweet and kind, but I guess that wasn’t the case. After this, I felt like never falling in love again. “Sorry to say this, young lady, but the bar’s closing soon,” the bartender said, breaking me out of my deep thought. I nodded and finished off the last of my drink, then stood and left the bar. The thought of going home right now almost made me sick. Maybe I didn’t have to go home tonight. I showed up at Enzo’s place a little while later. Before I walked in, I hesitated for a little while as I considered just keeping my dignity and going home. But I was all dressed up tonight with expensive lingerie, and besides… with Justin and Lisa’s double betrayal, what would be a better way to get back at them both? Taking a deep breath, I turned the knob and walked into Enzo’s dorm. He was sitting on the couch when I arrived, as though he had been waiting for me. “Changed your mind, eh?” he said, standing and crossing the room toward me. He was much taller than me, and muscular to boot. This close, I could smell his cologne. It sent a shiver down my spine. “So,” he said, “what changed your mind? I thought my reputation scared you.” “I just… Could use a little comfort,” I said. Without saying anything, he leaned down and cupped my chin with his hand. He kissed me deeply. He was soft and sweet, much unlike the rough and rugged hockey player who I had thought he was. After we kissed, he wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up to carry me to the bedroom. We never left each other the whole way there, and when we arrived his dimly lit bedroom he slammed the door behind us and laid me down on the bed. I was trembling, but there was something surprisingly gentle about Enzo’s touch. I had expected a careless brute who only cared about getting himself off, but as he leaned over me and gave me a shockingly sweet, gentle smile, I realized that my assumptions were wrong. Enzo kissed me deeply again, his body pressing against mine. I felt myself relax beneath his touch as my heart began to patter, a wave of emotion washing over me that I hadn’t ever felt before. But there was something that he didn’t know; something that made me nervous and worried that he wouldn’t want to be with me that night after I told him. “I should tell you that I’ve never done this before,” I whispered. Enzo was silent for a few moments. I was worried he wouldn’t want to continue after learning this about me, but then he merely smirked. “I figured,” he replied, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose. “I’ll be gentle with you.” When Enzo touched me after that, he kept true to his promise to be gentle with me. As his hands ran along my body, I noticed that he kept looking up at me with his soft brown eyes as though he was checking on me, and he gave me time to relax before trying to take it further. I was nervous, but something about the way he looked at me gave me a little confidence, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I had been wrong about the hockey player. A few minutes later, he looked me deeply in the eyes as if to ask if I was ready. I was trembling all over, partially from nerves and partially from the tingling in my body. “Lingerie, huh?” he whispered, sounding somewhat amused when he saw my innerwear. I blushed. “Since you went to all that trouble, why don’t you give me a show?” Still blushing, I took a deep breath and did as he asked. My hands shook at first, but soon I began to gain a little more confidence from the way that he looked at me with so much fire in his eyes, and I didn’t feel so nervous. Finally, I revealed myself to him as the last of my clothes hit the floor. Enzo’s eyes were wide as he gazed at me, but the slight smirk on his face never left. Then, with a soft smile, he held his hand out for me. I took it, feeling how small my hand was in his calloused palm, and couldn’t ignore the way my heart fluttered when he pulled me close. We laid beneath the sheets after that, our limbs tangled together and our hearts so close I could feel it beating through his ribcage. I was scared at first, but Enzo reassured me that it was okay. “I’ll be gentle. I promise,” he whispered gently, cradling me close to him. …… When it was over, Enzo and I laid in bed for a minute before he got up and put on his underwear. I sat up, feeling both heavenly and ashamed of myself. There was something different about Enzo now; his body language seemed more wild and dominant, and when he looked at me, his pupils were dilated. His eyes almost seemed like a different color. He smiled at me then and his teeth were sharp and glistening. My heart started to race as I felt like he was a wolf and I was his prey. Swallowing, I stood and put the rest of my clothes on. “See you around.” Before Enzo could reply, I rushed out of the bedroom and left the dorm. What was that look he gave me? Why did he look so… feral? Chapter 3 It was almost four o’clock in the morning by the time I finally returned to my dorm. Jessica and Lori were already asleep in their rooms judging from how dark and quiet everything was. The suite was a mess from the party and we would no doubt be spending the next day cleaning, but I was too hungover and tired to care at the moment. It appeared as though Lori and Jessica must have changed my sheets for me though, which I would have to thank them for in the morning. I wouldn’t have been able to sleep on the same sheets that Justin and Lisa had lied on. As I lay in bed trying to sleep, I was kept awake by my regrets. Had I just given myself to a near-stranger? A womanizer? All to get revenge against Justin and Lisa? I had never been so impulsive like this, especially when it came to love. Right now, I felt embarrassed and ashamed of this blunder. Enzo was incredibly attractive and the time we spent together was wonderful, but right now, I just wanted to forget about it. When I woke the next morning, my head pounded and my stomach hurt from all of the drinks from the night before. I rolled out of bed, ignoring my appearance as I stumbled into the kitchen in my oversized t-shirt and shorts. I just needed some coffee. “You know, you could’ve at least told us where you went last night,” Lori said from her usual spot at the kitchen island. She had a cup of coffee in front of her and was reading A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. “I’m sorry,” I replied, my face turning red as I remembered what happened after the party. “I just needed to get out.” “Why didn’t you tell us that you and Justin were a thing?” Jessica suddenly said, emerging from her room with a towel around her hair while she wore a fluffy pink robe and bunny slippers. She folded her arms and glared at me, pouting. I hung my head low as I poured myself a cup of coffee. I tried to hide it as the tears started to well up, but it was no use. Jessica rushed over to me and wrapped her arms around me while Lori watched with a sorry expression on her face. “I’m sorry,” I said between sobs. “H-He told me he just wanted to wait until the right time to make our relationship public. I t-thought he was just being a gentleman.” “Trash,” Lori replied. “Most of them, anyway. Don’t beat yourself up over it. You can do way better than Justin Thurlow.” Jessica nodded and rubbed my back, agreeing with Lori. “Yeah,” she said. “Screw boys. You’re smart and hot and you’re gonna be a doctor! Who needs boys? C’mon, let’s go get some breakfast.” Jessica and Lori were right. Boys were just a waste of time, and I had more important things to think about. I changed into my usual jeans and hoodie, brushed and braided my hair, and went with my roommates to the dining hall. “Oh my god!” Jessica exclaimed as we approached the dining hall. She squealed and pointed at none other than Enzo coming out the door. Jessica’s excitement garnered the attention of other nearby girls, who also squealed and waved as Enzo approached. I grabbed my hair and used it to shield my face. I just wanted to shrink down into myself. Why did I have to run into Enzo right now, the morning after what we had done? To make matters worse, he approached us and stood in front of us. Even Lori seemed a bit excited at his presence. Did he even remember our night together, or was he confused by how strangely I was acting? “Hi, Enzo!” Jessica said, twirling a bit of her hair around her finger. “Are you excited about the homecoming game today?” I kept my gaze fixed on the ground, letting my bangs fall into my face, but I could feel Enzo’s stern gaze on me. “Yeah,” he replied. “Although, it’s not as exciting when we always know we’re gonna crush the other team. I hope they put up a good fight.” Jessica giggled like a giddy schoolgirl. I took a chance and glanced up, hoping to see Enzo walking away, but was met instead by his strong gaze fixed on me. He looked far less animalistic now; maybe his appearance last night was just a trick of the light or a result of the drink. Enzo had his arms folded as he looked at me. He looked almost disapproving. Was he upset that I walked out on him last night? It hardly seemed likely, given his reputation, but my heart still ached a bit. “You ready for practice, Enzo?” another guy said, striding up to us. He looked Jessica up and down hungrily, then glanced at me before looking at Enzo. Enzo nodded and stuck his hands in his pockets, his eyes still on me. “Yeah. Let’s go.” Later that afternoon, after we had cleaned up the dorm, I was in my room studying for an upcoming biology exam when Jessica came into my room. She was wearing a pleated pink mini-skirt, a fuzzy white sweater, and white sneakers with leg warmers. She had a full face of makeup on and her hair was curled perfectly. “Oh my god, you’re not ready yet?” she said, storming over to me and snapping my book shut unceremoniously. “Hey!” I said, throwing my pen down on my desk. “I was studying.” “Studying can wait,” Jessica replied. “Come on, let’s go to the hockey game! I heard some rumors that Enzo is planning on using some new moves.” My heart leaped up into my throat. “I’m not going,” I said, opening my book up to the page I was on. Jessica clearly didn’t like my response, because she stamped her foot on the ground angrily. “Aw, come on!” she whined. “You’re not really gonna make me go alone, are you?” I didn’t have the heart to tell my friend the truth about where I was last night. If she knew that I slept with Enzo, she would be heartbroken. Jessica had been pining away for Enzo since our first semester. He had never given her too much attention, but still, she went to all of his games, cheered him on, and even watched all the live streams of his tournaments online. She always talked about how he was a genius, how his physical abilities were godlike, and how he easily won every game he competed in. “Come on,” Jessica whined again. “Please? For me?” She batted her eyelashes. I sighed and closed my book again, rubbing my tired eyes. “Alright,” I replied, although I really just wanted to hide in my room and never see the star hockey player again. “I’ll go. But you owe me.” Jessica grinned and pranced out of the room while I got ready. I wanted to blend in, so I just wore a hoodie with the university logo on it and jeans. Jessica seemed a bit disappointed in my outfit choice but didn’t say anything as we made our way to the hockey arena. The whole way there, Jessica prattled on about Enzo. “His figure is just so perfect,” she said. “All of those appear in my dreams!” I hated to admit it, but hearing Jessica talk about Enzo made the memories of last night come flooding back… It made my body tingle. I tried to shake the thoughts out of my mind the best I could as we got in line to walk inside the arena, but I just couldn’t. The feeling of Enzo’s strong eyes on me as we were together, our limbs intertwined, was burned into my memory. I only hoped that I could leave this game without being seen by Enzo or Justin. Chapter 4 We walked inside the arena, which was already packed full of excited students. Half of the arena was reserved for our university, while the other half was reserved for the other university. Our school colors were burgundy and gold -- the other university was blue and black. “Let’s find a good seat,” Jessica said. I followed her up the stairs, then we shimmied between rows of seats toward a couple of empty spots. Once we had our seats, I could hear the conversation between other girls around me; their talking points mostly centered around Enzo. “Do you think he’ll make us succeed again?” “Of course! Enzo always plays perfectly.” “I feel so lucky just to be attending the same university as him!” I cringed a bit at the conversation and scrolled on my phone while I waited for the game to start. Beside me, Jessica pulled out a pair of binoculars and started scouring the ice rink. I can see the cheerleaders performing an energetic opening dance on ice skates before the game, with Lisa in the lead. She looked dazzling in her skimpy uniform, with her perfectly tanned legs and her hair pulled up into a high ponytail with a bow. She waved her pom poms around to hype the crowd up. Looking at the girl who stole my boyfriend made me sick. I had never been much of a sports fan, but the way the crowd was getting excited made me excited, too. As the hockey players skated out onto the rink, some of them skated up to certain cheerleaders who were their girlfriends and kissed them publicly. I could see Justin and Lisa exchanging glances. Justin had never brought me to his games, even though we had been dating for a couple of months. When I did go to his games, he never paid any attention to me until after. I thought that he was just shy at the time, but now I knew that he just didn’t want Lisa to see us together. “Don’t pay any attention to Justin,” Jessica said, handing me the binoculars so I could see better. “He’s not worth your time.” I took the binoculars and peered through them. For some reason, I searched for Enzo. I didn’t know why I wanted to see him so badly, but I did. And he saw me. Somehow, despite the thousands of students in this massive arena, Enzo looked directly at me. It was as though he had a sixth sense, like he knew exactly where I was without even having to think. Even from here, I could see the hint of wildness in his eyes from the night before; like I was his prey. I quickly gave the binoculars back to Jessica as my face turned red. Enzo turned away and skated out to the middle of the rink, skating around in circles and pumping his hockey stick in the air while the crowd cheered. All around me, girls screamed and swooned while guys whooped and hollered. The game started. I lost sight of the puck quickly, but was able to follow the game by watching Enzo, who skated as fast as lightning and moved nimbly around the rink as though he was born with ice skates on his feet. He would perform quick moves with his hockey stick to fake out the opponents, hitting the puck between their legs to one of his teammates before zooming away. He moved so quickly that he was almost like a flash. For some reason, it seemed almost supernatural to me… but no one else seemed to notice, so I figured that it was just in my head. Soon, the opponents became frustrated and aggressive. One player in particular -- I think he was the captain of the other team -- started following Enzo closely and trying to trip him up. “C’mon, Enzo!” Jessica shouted. “I hope he doesn’t get hurt,” another girl said from beside me, sitting up in her seat to see over someone in front of us. Enzo scored a goal, and suddenly, the other team’s captain threw his stick and his helmet down on the ice and tackled Enzo. The crowd gasped as they tussled on the ice. The other player threw punches at Enzo while Enzo only blocked and dodged, clearly not wanting to hurt the other player. It was now that I finally realized how much pressure was on Enzo as the star hockey player. I held my breath as I watched the fight, images of us that night flashing in my mind. For some reason, I cared enough about Enzo to not want him to get hurt. I didn’t care to look at Justin for even a second. The referee blew his whistle and broke up the fight. The crowd cheered as Enzo stood and put his helmet back on, covering his curly hair. The other player was put on the bench for his behavior and the game continued with a penalty for the other team. During halftime, the cheerleaders returned to the rink and began their halftime show. “You hungry?” I said to Jessica. She looked at me and shrugged, too involved in her conversation with another girl about how charming Enzo looked dodging the unsportsmanlike competitor during the fight. As long as I had known her, Jessica always had an easy time making friends. I didn’t mind it, because I was more introverted and appreciated the fact that she usually took control of all of the socializing at things like this. I stood and shimmied out of our row, then went down the bleachers toward the food stands. My stomach was growling and the smell of soft pretzels was making me even more hungry. “One soft pretzel, please,” I said to the vendor. “And water, too.” I handed my money to the vendor and waited for my pretzel. Just then, I felt someone watching me and turned around to see none other than Enzo. He was standing with his teammates by the side of the rink as they rested and drank water, but he was staring right at me. His eyes almost glowed. My heart started to race as I found myself unable to break away from his strong gaze. Something about him made me want to walk over to him as if I was in a trance… “Miss? Hello?” The vendor broke me out of my trance. He was holding out my pretzel and my water. “Oh… Sorry,” I said. “Thank you.” I took my pretzel. When I turned back, Enzo was no longer looking at me and was instead entrenched in a conversation with a teammate as though he hadn’t just been staring into my soul. I considered going back to Jessica, but after the encounter with Enzo finding me in the massive crowd and staring at me just now, I only wanted to leave. I decided to make up an excuse later and just go home; Jessica had made some friends already and probably wouldn’t even notice my absence. She could fill me in on the results of the game later. I left the arena, tossing my uneaten pretzel in the trash on the way out as my stomach suddenly felt too sick to eat. The cool autumn air was a bit of a relief as I walked back to the dorms, although I still felt stifled like I was being watched… or hunted. How was Enzo able to spot me in the crowd like that? And why did he always look so animalistic and hungry when he looked at me? I had never heard any of his many other flings complain of such a thing, so maybe it was all in my head. It had to be. Why else would Enzo seem like such a predator? | Listen to books | 145 | https://facebook.com/100093148902033 | 0 | LEARN_MORE | 1692255600 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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You never play with girls more than once. You should be thanking me because I’m just making it easy for you.” “Is that what you really think of me?” Enzo asked. He didn’t try to hide his voice at all. For some reason, I felt more confident confronting him now. “Everyone knows you’re a player who only has fun with girls once before moving on to the next,” I said, stepping around him. He didn’t block me this time, but turned and frowned. “Well, you’re different,” he replied. Was this some sort of prank? The hockey captain, the star of the school, and a player thought I was “different” enough to keep talking to me after we spent a night together? I wondered if Lisa or Justin put him up to this to rub it in that I would never find love. Enzo stepped closer to me and brushed a bit of hair out of my eyes, finally lowering his voice to a whisper. “I want to have a second time with you.” Chapter 1 Nina It was the night of my coming-of-age party. I was most of all excited for one thing: tonight, Justin would finally announce that he was my boyfriend. Justin and I had been seeing each other for a couple of months now, but we had kept things under wraps so far. Frankly, I would have preferred to make our relationship public right away -- he was one of the most handsome and popular guys on campus, and was on the hockey team -- but he insisted that we wait until the right time. “I want to save announcing our relationship for a special night, baby,” he had told me. I had been asking when he would make our relationship public for a while, but maybe he was right; it was best to wait until a special time. That meant that he really loved me, right? As I stood in front of the mirror and admired myself, I felt confident that Justin would make our relationship public tonight. I prepared a surprise for him under my outfit now because I was certain that we would finally spend our first night together. Aside from the surprise above, which was a hot red lace set that I picked out at the mall a couple of days before the party, I was wearing a short, tight skirt that showed off my curves, a pink crop top, and heels. I wore red lipstick and black eyeliner, too. I felt a bit awkward wearing an outfit like this, as I usually dressed in jeans and hoodies; but my roommates, Jessica and Lori, insisted that I dress up for the party. The only thing that I kept the same about myself tonight was my hair, which had bangs and two long braids. I always wore my hair like this and never liked it any other way. Some people said it was childish, but I thought it was cute and practical. “You look so hot, Nina!” Jessica said as I came out of the room. “The guys are gonna be all over you!” I didn’t say anything about Justin. Even my own roommates didn’t know about our relationship. Lori looked at her phone and took another swig of her drink. “Everyone should be here any minute,” she said in her low, sultry voice. Lori was the quintessential “goth girl” on campus, which was a stark contrast from Jessica’s bubbly nature and my studious attitude. Somehow, though, we were all best friends. Just then, the door burst open with the first guests arriving. The group of guys and girls flooded in, whooping and hollering, excited for the party. With a grin, Jessica cranked up the music and started greeting people while I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. Lori walked over to the couch and sat down, scrolling on her phone; she really only ever came to parties for food and drink. Soon enough, the suite was full of people. The LED lights flashed red, green, and blue while the music played loudly, and the guests started getting excited and playing games. The main attraction seemed to be the bar table, where the boys competed like their lives depended on it, but people also hung out around the seating area, played games, and talk on the balcony. A while into the party, Justin finally arrived. I got excited, but instead of coming over to me and greeting me, he simply made a beeline for the bar table and joined the game. During a lull in the game, I sent Justin a text: “Well? Are we gonna announce it?” I watched from the corner as he pulled out his phone, read the text, then pocketed his phone again. He looked at me and subtly shrugged, then returned to his game as though he didn’t even know me. “Are you okay?” Jessica said, coming over to me with an extra drink in her hand for me. I shrugged. “I’m just not much of a partier, that’s all,” I said. “You just need a little courage, that’s all!” she said, clinking her bottle with mine and taking a big swig. I looked down at my drink and frowned. Jessica was right, but the drink wasn’t going to cut it -- not with how Justin was treating me tonight. “How about something more exciting?” I said. Jessica’s eyes lit up and she turned around to face the group, cupping her hands around her mouth to shout. “Hey everyone!” she shouted. “The birthday girl wants shots!” By my seventh shot, however, I started to feel woozy and felt like I was going to throw up. I stumbled down the hall to the bathroom and made it to the toilet just in time. When I was done throwing up, I stood up and made my way over to the sink, where I splashed some cold water on my face and took some deep breaths to sober myself up. I looked at my smudged makeup and my messy hair in the mirror, trying not to cry as I thought about Justin. Why was he treating me like this? Just a few days ago, we were making out behind the hockey arena and now he was acting like he didn’t even know me. Was he just nervous about announcing our relationship, or was it something else? Taking another deep breath and wiping the tears off of my face, I straightened up and decided to go talk to Justin. When I left the bathroom, however, he wasn’t anywhere to be found. “Hey, have you seen Justin?” I asked a guest. She just shrugged her shoulders and pointed toward my bedroom. Maybe he just went inside to be alone for a minute, which would give us some time to talk. I made my way over to my room, weaving drunkenly through the crowd. When I opened the door, however, I wished that I had just stayed away. Justin wasn’t alone. He was with another girl -- it was Lisa, the cheerleading captain. They were tangled together, Justin’s pants pulled down and Lisa’s clothes on the floor. “What is happening!” I screamed. The party went silent, aside from the music, which someone quickly shut off. Justin and Lisa sat up in my bed; Justin looked even more drunk and high than before, but immediately jumped up when he saw me and yanked his pants up. “Nina, it’s not what it looks like,” he said, stumbling toward me while Lisa simply stood up with a smirk, smoothing down her skirt. She strutted out of the room and bumped me with her shoulder on the way out as I continued to stare at Justin in shock and disbelief. Justin stammered as he tried to explain himself. “I’m so sorry, I-” “Justin…” I interrupted, my voice shaking. “We. Are. Done.” Without another word, I turned away and stormed out of the suite with Jessica and Lori calling after me. I walked out of the dorms into the cool spring air, turning this way and that for a bit before deciding to make my way toward town. I walked for a while, fuming the entire time and muttering to myself until I finally made it to a local bar. I nodded gratefully as the bartender poured me a glass, and I sipped it miserably while he disappeared into the kitchen. I pulled my phone out of my pocket to see that I had several missed calls and “Where are you?!?” texts from Jessica and Lori, but I ignored them and tossed my phone down on the bar, taking a big swig and cursing to myself. “Yeah, I hate my phone, too,” a male voice said from beside me. I looked over to see a guy pulling up a barstool a couple of seats down. He was wearing a red flannel shirt and a sharp jawline. He was muscular, too. “I hate everything right now,” I said, swirling my drink around in my glass with my straw. “How come?” The boy looked at me, and just then, I came to a shocking realization: this was Enzo, Justin’s hockey captain, the star of the school, every girl’s dream boy. And he was sitting next to me, in this quiet dive bar, talking to me. Chapter 2 Enzo must have noticed the expression on my face when I finally recognized him, because he smirked and held out a napkin for me. “Your makeup is smudged.” I blushed and grabbed the napkin from his hand, using it to wipe away my makeup while Enzo continued to stare at me. “Rough night?” he said once I finished cleaning up my makeup. “I guess you could say that,” I replied. “You know,” he said, his deep brown eyes studying my face, “you look better without makeup.” His words made me blush even more. What were the odds that the hockey captain would be hitting on me on the night of my birthday, right after my boyfriend had cheated on me? “Do you treat all the girls like this?” I said suddenly, surprised and embarrassed at my own question. It must have been the drink. Enzo simply smirked again and finished the last of his drink. He reached forward and brushed a bit of hair out of my face. “If you’re so intrigued by how I treat girls, why don’t you come and see it for yourself? I live in Dorm B, fourth floor. Room 409.” His voice was low and sultry, and as we leaned closer together, I felt my breathing become slower and more aroused. I frowned then and pulled away. I needed comfort tonight, but not that sort of comfort. “No way,” I said, crossing my arms. “I know your reputation. You’re a player.” “So what if I am?” Enzo murmured. “It’s your decision, but my room is open to you all night. You can just walk right in. No need to knock.” With that, Enzo sat back up and tossed some money down on the bar. “I’ll pay for the lady’s drink,” he said to the bartender, then threw his jacket over his shoulder and sauntered out of the bar. I kept sipping my drink while I thought about the unexpected proposition. Enzo was well-known as an adonis, a handsome player. Ever since Enzo and Lisa -- the cheerleader who stole my boyfriend -- broke up last semester, Enzo became known around the campus for being a bit of a player. He never had another girlfriend after Lisa, and seemed uninterested with women when it came to knowing them for more than one night. I had never been interested in those deeds. In high school, I was nerdy and never had a chance with any of the boys. The one time I thought I had a chance when the football quarterback asked me to prom, it turned out to be a prank. The whole school laughed at me as I showed up in my blue dress, excited to dance with the quarterback, only for him to trip me and make me fall on the dance floor. “Why would I want you?” he had said, pointing and laughing. “Fatty Nina will never have a boyfriend!” After that, I swore that I would just focus on my studies. I eventually grew out of that phase once I started college, and lots of boys tried to get me to hook up with them, but I just wasn’t interested. If I was going to let a boy interrupt my studies, he would have to be perfect. I had thought that Justin would be the one. He seemed so sweet and kind, but I guess that wasn’t the case. After this, I felt like never falling in love again. “Sorry to say this, young lady, but the bar’s closing soon,” the bartender said, breaking me out of my deep thought. I nodded and finished off the last of my drink, then stood and left the bar. The thought of going home right now almost made me sick. Maybe I didn’t have to go home tonight. I showed up at Enzo’s place a little while later. Before I walked in, I hesitated for a little while as I considered just keeping my dignity and going home. But I was all dressed up tonight with expensive lingerie, and besides… with Justin and Lisa’s double betrayal, what would be a better way to get back at them both? Taking a deep breath, I turned the knob and walked into Enzo’s dorm. He was sitting on the couch when I arrived, as though he had been waiting for me. “Changed your mind, eh?” he said, standing and crossing the room toward me. He was much taller than me, and muscular to boot. This close, I could smell his cologne. It sent a shiver down my spine. “So,” he said, “what changed your mind? I thought my reputation scared you.” “I just… Could use a little comfort,” I said. Without saying anything, he leaned down and cupped my chin with his hand. He kissed me deeply. He was soft and sweet, much unlike the rough and rugged hockey player who I had thought he was. After we kissed, he wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up to carry me to the bedroom. We never left each other the whole way there, and when we arrived his dimly lit bedroom he slammed the door behind us and laid me down on the bed. I was trembling, but there was something surprisingly gentle about Enzo’s touch. I had expected a careless brute who only cared about getting himself off, but as he leaned over me and gave me a shockingly sweet, gentle smile, I realized that my assumptions were wrong. Enzo kissed me deeply again, his body pressing against mine. I felt myself relax beneath his touch as my heart began to patter, a wave of emotion washing over me that I hadn’t ever felt before. But there was something that he didn’t know; something that made me nervous and worried that he wouldn’t want to be with me that night after I told him. “I should tell you that I’ve never done this before,” I whispered. Enzo was silent for a few moments. I was worried he wouldn’t want to continue after learning this about me, but then he merely smirked. “I figured,” he replied, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose. “I’ll be gentle with you.” When Enzo touched me after that, he kept true to his promise to be gentle with me. As his hands ran along my body, I noticed that he kept looking up at me with his soft brown eyes as though he was checking on me, and he gave me time to relax before trying to take it further. I was nervous, but something about the way he looked at me gave me a little confidence, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I had been wrong about the hockey player. A few minutes later, he looked me deeply in the eyes as if to ask if I was ready. I was trembling all over, partially from nerves and partially from the tingling in my body. “Lingerie, huh?” he whispered, sounding somewhat amused when he saw my innerwear. I blushed. “Since you went to all that trouble, why don’t you give me a show?” Still blushing, I took a deep breath and did as he asked. My hands shook at first, but soon I began to gain a little more confidence from the way that he looked at me with so much fire in his eyes, and I didn’t feel so nervous. Finally, I revealed myself to him as the last of my clothes hit the floor. Enzo’s eyes were wide as he gazed at me, but the slight smirk on his face never left. Then, with a soft smile, he held his hand out for me. I took it, feeling how small my hand was in his calloused palm, and couldn’t ignore the way my heart fluttered when he pulled me close. We laid beneath the sheets after that, our limbs tangled together and our hearts so close I could feel it beating through his ribcage. I was scared at first, but Enzo reassured me that it was okay. “I’ll be gentle. I promise,” he whispered gently, cradling me close to him. …… When it was over, Enzo and I laid in bed for a minute before he got up and put on his underwear. I sat up, feeling both heavenly and ashamed of myself. There was something different about Enzo now; his body language seemed more wild and dominant, and when he looked at me, his pupils were dilated. His eyes almost seemed like a different color. He smiled at me then and his teeth were sharp and glistening. My heart started to race as I felt like he was a wolf and I was his prey. Swallowing, I stood and put the rest of my clothes on. “See you around.” Before Enzo could reply, I rushed out of the bedroom and left the dorm. What was that look he gave me? Why did he look so… feral? Chapter 3 It was almost four o’clock in the morning by the time I finally returned to my dorm. Jessica and Lori were already asleep in their rooms judging from how dark and quiet everything was. The suite was a mess from the party and we would no doubt be spending the next day cleaning, but I was too hungover and tired to care at the moment. It appeared as though Lori and Jessica must have changed my sheets for me though, which I would have to thank them for in the morning. I wouldn’t have been able to sleep on the same sheets that Justin and Lisa had lied on. As I lay in bed trying to sleep, I was kept awake by my regrets. Had I just given myself to a near-stranger? A womanizer? All to get revenge against Justin and Lisa? I had never been so impulsive like this, especially when it came to love. Right now, I felt embarrassed and ashamed of this blunder. Enzo was incredibly attractive and the time we spent together was wonderful, but right now, I just wanted to forget about it. When I woke the next morning, my head pounded and my stomach hurt from all of the drinks from the night before. I rolled out of bed, ignoring my appearance as I stumbled into the kitchen in my oversized t-shirt and shorts. I just needed some coffee. “You know, you could’ve at least told us where you went last night,” Lori said from her usual spot at the kitchen island. She had a cup of coffee in front of her and was reading A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. “I’m sorry,” I replied, my face turning red as I remembered what happened after the party. “I just needed to get out.” “Why didn’t you tell us that you and Justin were a thing?” Jessica suddenly said, emerging from her room with a towel around her hair while she wore a fluffy pink robe and bunny slippers. She folded her arms and glared at me, pouting. I hung my head low as I poured myself a cup of coffee. I tried to hide it as the tears started to well up, but it was no use. Jessica rushed over to me and wrapped her arms around me while Lori watched with a sorry expression on her face. “I’m sorry,” I said between sobs. “H-He told me he just wanted to wait until the right time to make our relationship public. I t-thought he was just being a gentleman.” “Trash,” Lori replied. “Most of them, anyway. Don’t beat yourself up over it. You can do way better than Justin Thurlow.” Jessica nodded and rubbed my back, agreeing with Lori. “Yeah,” she said. “Screw boys. You’re smart and hot and you’re gonna be a doctor! Who needs boys? C’mon, let’s go get some breakfast.” Jessica and Lori were right. Boys were just a waste of time, and I had more important things to think about. I changed into my usual jeans and hoodie, brushed and braided my hair, and went with my roommates to the dining hall. “Oh my god!” Jessica exclaimed as we approached the dining hall. She squealed and pointed at none other than Enzo coming out the door. Jessica’s excitement garnered the attention of other nearby girls, who also squealed and waved as Enzo approached. I grabbed my hair and used it to shield my face. I just wanted to shrink down into myself. Why did I have to run into Enzo right now, the morning after what we had done? To make matters worse, he approached us and stood in front of us. Even Lori seemed a bit excited at his presence. Did he even remember our night together, or was he confused by how strangely I was acting? “Hi, Enzo!” Jessica said, twirling a bit of her hair around her finger. “Are you excited about the homecoming game today?” I kept my gaze fixed on the ground, letting my bangs fall into my face, but I could feel Enzo’s stern gaze on me. “Yeah,” he replied. “Although, it’s not as exciting when we always know we’re gonna crush the other team. I hope they put up a good fight.” Jessica giggled like a giddy schoolgirl. I took a chance and glanced up, hoping to see Enzo walking away, but was met instead by his strong gaze fixed on me. He looked far less animalistic now; maybe his appearance last night was just a trick of the light or a result of the drink. Enzo had his arms folded as he looked at me. He looked almost disapproving. Was he upset that I walked out on him last night? It hardly seemed likely, given his reputation, but my heart still ached a bit. “You ready for practice, Enzo?” another guy said, striding up to us. He looked Jessica up and down hungrily, then glanced at me before looking at Enzo. Enzo nodded and stuck his hands in his pockets, his eyes still on me. “Yeah. Let’s go.” Later that afternoon, after we had cleaned up the dorm, I was in my room studying for an upcoming biology exam when Jessica came into my room. She was wearing a pleated pink mini-skirt, a fuzzy white sweater, and white sneakers with leg warmers. She had a full face of makeup on and her hair was curled perfectly. “Oh my god, you’re not ready yet?” she said, storming over to me and snapping my book shut unceremoniously. “Hey!” I said, throwing my pen down on my desk. “I was studying.” “Studying can wait,” Jessica replied. “Come on, let’s go to the hockey game! I heard some rumors that Enzo is planning on using some new moves.” My heart leaped up into my throat. “I’m not going,” I said, opening my book up to the page I was on. Jessica clearly didn’t like my response, because she stamped her foot on the ground angrily. “Aw, come on!” she whined. “You’re not really gonna make me go alone, are you?” I didn’t have the heart to tell my friend the truth about where I was last night. If she knew that I slept with Enzo, she would be heartbroken. Jessica had been pining away for Enzo since our first semester. He had never given her too much attention, but still, she went to all of his games, cheered him on, and even watched all the live streams of his tournaments online. She always talked about how he was a genius, how his physical abilities were godlike, and how he easily won every game he competed in. “Come on,” Jessica whined again. “Please? For me?” She batted her eyelashes. I sighed and closed my book again, rubbing my tired eyes. “Alright,” I replied, although I really just wanted to hide in my room and never see the star hockey player again. “I’ll go. But you owe me.” Jessica grinned and pranced out of the room while I got ready. I wanted to blend in, so I just wore a hoodie with the university logo on it and jeans. Jessica seemed a bit disappointed in my outfit choice but didn’t say anything as we made our way to the hockey arena. The whole way there, Jessica prattled on about Enzo. “His figure is just so perfect,” she said. “All of those appear in my dreams!” I hated to admit it, but hearing Jessica talk about Enzo made the memories of last night come flooding back… It made my body tingle. I tried to shake the thoughts out of my mind the best I could as we got in line to walk inside the arena, but I just couldn’t. The feeling of Enzo’s strong eyes on me as we were together, our limbs intertwined, was burned into my memory. I only hoped that I could leave this game without being seen by Enzo or Justin. Chapter 4 We walked inside the arena, which was already packed full of excited students. Half of the arena was reserved for our university, while the other half was reserved for the other university. Our school colors were burgundy and gold -- the other university was blue and black. “Let’s find a good seat,” Jessica said. I followed her up the stairs, then we shimmied between rows of seats toward a couple of empty spots. Once we had our seats, I could hear the conversation between other girls around me; their talking points mostly centered around Enzo. “Do you think he’ll make us succeed again?” “Of course! Enzo always plays perfectly.” “I feel so lucky just to be attending the same university as him!” I cringed a bit at the conversation and scrolled on my phone while I waited for the game to start. Beside me, Jessica pulled out a pair of binoculars and started scouring the ice rink. I can see the cheerleaders performing an energetic opening dance on ice skates before the game, with Lisa in the lead. She looked dazzling in her skimpy uniform, with her perfectly tanned legs and her hair pulled up into a high ponytail with a bow. She waved her pom poms around to hype the crowd up. Looking at the girl who stole my boyfriend made me sick. I had never been much of a sports fan, but the way the crowd was getting excited made me excited, too. As the hockey players skated out onto the rink, some of them skated up to certain cheerleaders who were their girlfriends and kissed them publicly. I could see Justin and Lisa exchanging glances. Justin had never brought me to his games, even though we had been dating for a couple of months. When I did go to his games, he never paid any attention to me until after. I thought that he was just shy at the time, but now I knew that he just didn’t want Lisa to see us together. “Don’t pay any attention to Justin,” Jessica said, handing me the binoculars so I could see better. “He’s not worth your time.” I took the binoculars and peered through them. For some reason, I searched for Enzo. I didn’t know why I wanted to see him so badly, but I did. And he saw me. Somehow, despite the thousands of students in this massive arena, Enzo looked directly at me. It was as though he had a sixth sense, like he knew exactly where I was without even having to think. Even from here, I could see the hint of wildness in his eyes from the night before; like I was his prey. I quickly gave the binoculars back to Jessica as my face turned red. Enzo turned away and skated out to the middle of the rink, skating around in circles and pumping his hockey stick in the air while the crowd cheered. All around me, girls screamed and swooned while guys whooped and hollered. The game started. I lost sight of the puck quickly, but was able to follow the game by watching Enzo, who skated as fast as lightning and moved nimbly around the rink as though he was born with ice skates on his feet. He would perform quick moves with his hockey stick to fake out the opponents, hitting the puck between their legs to one of his teammates before zooming away. He moved so quickly that he was almost like a flash. For some reason, it seemed almost supernatural to me… but no one else seemed to notice, so I figured that it was just in my head. Soon, the opponents became frustrated and aggressive. One player in particular -- I think he was the captain of the other team -- started following Enzo closely and trying to trip him up. “C’mon, Enzo!” Jessica shouted. “I hope he doesn’t get hurt,” another girl said from beside me, sitting up in her seat to see over someone in front of us. Enzo scored a goal, and suddenly, the other team’s captain threw his stick and his helmet down on the ice and tackled Enzo. The crowd gasped as they tussled on the ice. The other player threw punches at Enzo while Enzo only blocked and dodged, clearly not wanting to hurt the other player. It was now that I finally realized how much pressure was on Enzo as the star hockey player. I held my breath as I watched the fight, images of us that night flashing in my mind. For some reason, I cared enough about Enzo to not want him to get hurt. I didn’t care to look at Justin for even a second. The referee blew his whistle and broke up the fight. The crowd cheered as Enzo stood and put his helmet back on, covering his curly hair. The other player was put on the bench for his behavior and the game continued with a penalty for the other team. During halftime, the cheerleaders returned to the rink and began their halftime show. “You hungry?” I said to Jessica. She looked at me and shrugged, too involved in her conversation with another girl about how charming Enzo looked dodging the unsportsmanlike competitor during the fight. As long as I had known her, Jessica always had an easy time making friends. I didn’t mind it, because I was more introverted and appreciated the fact that she usually took control of all of the socializing at things like this. I stood and shimmied out of our row, then went down the bleachers toward the food stands. My stomach was growling and the smell of soft pretzels was making me even more hungry. “One soft pretzel, please,” I said to the vendor. “And water, too.” I handed my money to the vendor and waited for my pretzel. Just then, I felt someone watching me and turned around to see none other than Enzo. He was standing with his teammates by the side of the rink as they rested and drank water, but he was staring right at me. His eyes almost glowed. My heart started to race as I found myself unable to break away from his strong gaze. Something about him made me want to walk over to him as if I was in a trance… “Miss? Hello?” The vendor broke me out of my trance. He was holding out my pretzel and my water. “Oh… Sorry,” I said. “Thank you.” I took my pretzel. When I turned back, Enzo was no longer looking at me and was instead entrenched in a conversation with a teammate as though he hadn’t just been staring into my soul. I considered going back to Jessica, but after the encounter with Enzo finding me in the massive crowd and staring at me just now, I only wanted to leave. I decided to make up an excuse later and just go home; Jessica had made some friends already and probably wouldn’t even notice my absence. She could fill me in on the results of the game later. I left the arena, tossing my uneaten pretzel in the trash on the way out as my stomach suddenly felt too sick to eat. The cool autumn air was a bit of a relief as I walked back to the dorms, although I still felt stifled like I was being watched… or hunted. How was Enzo able to spot me in the crowd like that? And why did he always look so animalistic and hungry when he looked at me? I had never heard any of his many other flings complain of such a thing, so maybe it was all in my head. It had to be. Why else would Enzo seem like such a predator? | Listen to books | 145 | https://facebook.com/100093148902033 | 0 | LEARN_MORE | 1692255600 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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You never play with girls more than once. You should be thanking me because I’m just making it easy for you.” “Is that what you really think of me?” Enzo asked. He didn’t try to hide his voice at all. For some reason, I felt more confident confronting him now. “Everyone knows you’re a player who only has fun with girls once before moving on to the next,” I said, stepping around him. He didn’t block me this time, but turned and frowned. “Well, you’re different,” he replied. Was this some sort of prank? The hockey captain, the star of the school, and a player thought I was “different” enough to keep talking to me after we spent a night together? I wondered if Lisa or Justin put him up to this to rub it in that I would never find love. Enzo stepped closer to me and brushed a bit of hair out of my eyes, finally lowering his voice to a whisper. “I want to have a second time with you.” Chapter 1 Nina It was the night of my coming-of-age party. I was most of all excited for one thing: tonight, Justin would finally announce that he was my boyfriend. Justin and I had been seeing each other for a couple of months now, but we had kept things under wraps so far. Frankly, I would have preferred to make our relationship public right away -- he was one of the most handsome and popular guys on campus, and was on the hockey team -- but he insisted that we wait until the right time. “I want to save announcing our relationship for a special night, baby,” he had told me. I had been asking when he would make our relationship public for a while, but maybe he was right; it was best to wait until a special time. That meant that he really loved me, right? As I stood in front of the mirror and admired myself, I felt confident that Justin would make our relationship public tonight. I prepared a surprise for him under my outfit now because I was certain that we would finally spend our first night together. Aside from the surprise above, which was a hot red lace set that I picked out at the mall a couple of days before the party, I was wearing a short, tight skirt that showed off my curves, a pink crop top, and heels. I wore red lipstick and black eyeliner, too. I felt a bit awkward wearing an outfit like this, as I usually dressed in jeans and hoodies; but my roommates, Jessica and Lori, insisted that I dress up for the party. The only thing that I kept the same about myself tonight was my hair, which had bangs and two long braids. I always wore my hair like this and never liked it any other way. Some people said it was childish, but I thought it was cute and practical. “You look so hot, Nina!” Jessica said as I came out of the room. “The guys are gonna be all over you!” I didn’t say anything about Justin. Even my own roommates didn’t know about our relationship. Lori looked at her phone and took another swig of her drink. “Everyone should be here any minute,” she said in her low, sultry voice. Lori was the quintessential “goth girl” on campus, which was a stark contrast from Jessica’s bubbly nature and my studious attitude. Somehow, though, we were all best friends. Just then, the door burst open with the first guests arriving. The group of guys and girls flooded in, whooping and hollering, excited for the party. With a grin, Jessica cranked up the music and started greeting people while I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. Lori walked over to the couch and sat down, scrolling on her phone; she really only ever came to parties for food and drink. Soon enough, the suite was full of people. The LED lights flashed red, green, and blue while the music played loudly, and the guests started getting excited and playing games. The main attraction seemed to be the bar table, where the boys competed like their lives depended on it, but people also hung out around the seating area, played games, and talk on the balcony. A while into the party, Justin finally arrived. I got excited, but instead of coming over to me and greeting me, he simply made a beeline for the bar table and joined the game. During a lull in the game, I sent Justin a text: “Well? Are we gonna announce it?” I watched from the corner as he pulled out his phone, read the text, then pocketed his phone again. He looked at me and subtly shrugged, then returned to his game as though he didn’t even know me. “Are you okay?” Jessica said, coming over to me with an extra drink in her hand for me. I shrugged. “I’m just not much of a partier, that’s all,” I said. “You just need a little courage, that’s all!” she said, clinking her bottle with mine and taking a big swig. I looked down at my drink and frowned. Jessica was right, but the drink wasn’t going to cut it -- not with how Justin was treating me tonight. “How about something more exciting?” I said. Jessica’s eyes lit up and she turned around to face the group, cupping her hands around her mouth to shout. “Hey everyone!” she shouted. “The birthday girl wants shots!” By my seventh shot, however, I started to feel woozy and felt like I was going to throw up. I stumbled down the hall to the bathroom and made it to the toilet just in time. When I was done throwing up, I stood up and made my way over to the sink, where I splashed some cold water on my face and took some deep breaths to sober myself up. I looked at my smudged makeup and my messy hair in the mirror, trying not to cry as I thought about Justin. Why was he treating me like this? Just a few days ago, we were making out behind the hockey arena and now he was acting like he didn’t even know me. Was he just nervous about announcing our relationship, or was it something else? Taking another deep breath and wiping the tears off of my face, I straightened up and decided to go talk to Justin. When I left the bathroom, however, he wasn’t anywhere to be found. “Hey, have you seen Justin?” I asked a guest. She just shrugged her shoulders and pointed toward my bedroom. Maybe he just went inside to be alone for a minute, which would give us some time to talk. I made my way over to my room, weaving drunkenly through the crowd. When I opened the door, however, I wished that I had just stayed away. Justin wasn’t alone. He was with another girl -- it was Lisa, the cheerleading captain. They were tangled together, Justin’s pants pulled down and Lisa’s clothes on the floor. “What is happening!” I screamed. The party went silent, aside from the music, which someone quickly shut off. Justin and Lisa sat up in my bed; Justin looked even more drunk and high than before, but immediately jumped up when he saw me and yanked his pants up. “Nina, it’s not what it looks like,” he said, stumbling toward me while Lisa simply stood up with a smirk, smoothing down her skirt. She strutted out of the room and bumped me with her shoulder on the way out as I continued to stare at Justin in shock and disbelief. Justin stammered as he tried to explain himself. “I’m so sorry, I-” “Justin…” I interrupted, my voice shaking. “We. Are. Done.” Without another word, I turned away and stormed out of the suite with Jessica and Lori calling after me. I walked out of the dorms into the cool spring air, turning this way and that for a bit before deciding to make my way toward town. I walked for a while, fuming the entire time and muttering to myself until I finally made it to a local bar. I nodded gratefully as the bartender poured me a glass, and I sipped it miserably while he disappeared into the kitchen. I pulled my phone out of my pocket to see that I had several missed calls and “Where are you?!?” texts from Jessica and Lori, but I ignored them and tossed my phone down on the bar, taking a big swig and cursing to myself. “Yeah, I hate my phone, too,” a male voice said from beside me. I looked over to see a guy pulling up a barstool a couple of seats down. He was wearing a red flannel shirt and a sharp jawline. He was muscular, too. “I hate everything right now,” I said, swirling my drink around in my glass with my straw. “How come?” The boy looked at me, and just then, I came to a shocking realization: this was Enzo, Justin’s hockey captain, the star of the school, every girl’s dream boy. And he was sitting next to me, in this quiet dive bar, talking to me. Chapter 2 Enzo must have noticed the expression on my face when I finally recognized him, because he smirked and held out a napkin for me. “Your makeup is smudged.” I blushed and grabbed the napkin from his hand, using it to wipe away my makeup while Enzo continued to stare at me. “Rough night?” he said once I finished cleaning up my makeup. “I guess you could say that,” I replied. “You know,” he said, his deep brown eyes studying my face, “you look better without makeup.” His words made me blush even more. What were the odds that the hockey captain would be hitting on me on the night of my birthday, right after my boyfriend had cheated on me? “Do you treat all the girls like this?” I said suddenly, surprised and embarrassed at my own question. It must have been the drink. Enzo simply smirked again and finished the last of his drink. He reached forward and brushed a bit of hair out of my face. “If you’re so intrigued by how I treat girls, why don’t you come and see it for yourself? I live in Dorm B, fourth floor. Room 409.” His voice was low and sultry, and as we leaned closer together, I felt my breathing become slower and more aroused. I frowned then and pulled away. I needed comfort tonight, but not that sort of comfort. “No way,” I said, crossing my arms. “I know your reputation. You’re a player.” “So what if I am?” Enzo murmured. “It’s your decision, but my room is open to you all night. You can just walk right in. No need to knock.” With that, Enzo sat back up and tossed some money down on the bar. “I’ll pay for the lady’s drink,” he said to the bartender, then threw his jacket over his shoulder and sauntered out of the bar. I kept sipping my drink while I thought about the unexpected proposition. Enzo was well-known as an adonis, a handsome player. Ever since Enzo and Lisa -- the cheerleader who stole my boyfriend -- broke up last semester, Enzo became known around the campus for being a bit of a player. He never had another girlfriend after Lisa, and seemed uninterested with women when it came to knowing them for more than one night. I had never been interested in those deeds. In high school, I was nerdy and never had a chance with any of the boys. The one time I thought I had a chance when the football quarterback asked me to prom, it turned out to be a prank. The whole school laughed at me as I showed up in my blue dress, excited to dance with the quarterback, only for him to trip me and make me fall on the dance floor. “Why would I want you?” he had said, pointing and laughing. “Fatty Nina will never have a boyfriend!” After that, I swore that I would just focus on my studies. I eventually grew out of that phase once I started college, and lots of boys tried to get me to hook up with them, but I just wasn’t interested. If I was going to let a boy interrupt my studies, he would have to be perfect. I had thought that Justin would be the one. He seemed so sweet and kind, but I guess that wasn’t the case. After this, I felt like never falling in love again. “Sorry to say this, young lady, but the bar’s closing soon,” the bartender said, breaking me out of my deep thought. I nodded and finished off the last of my drink, then stood and left the bar. The thought of going home right now almost made me sick. Maybe I didn’t have to go home tonight. I showed up at Enzo’s place a little while later. Before I walked in, I hesitated for a little while as I considered just keeping my dignity and going home. But I was all dressed up tonight with expensive lingerie, and besides… with Justin and Lisa’s double betrayal, what would be a better way to get back at them both? Taking a deep breath, I turned the knob and walked into Enzo’s dorm. He was sitting on the couch when I arrived, as though he had been waiting for me. “Changed your mind, eh?” he said, standing and crossing the room toward me. He was much taller than me, and muscular to boot. This close, I could smell his cologne. It sent a shiver down my spine. “So,” he said, “what changed your mind? I thought my reputation scared you.” “I just… Could use a little comfort,” I said. Without saying anything, he leaned down and cupped my chin with his hand. He kissed me deeply. He was soft and sweet, much unlike the rough and rugged hockey player who I had thought he was. After we kissed, he wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up to carry me to the bedroom. We never left each other the whole way there, and when we arrived his dimly lit bedroom he slammed the door behind us and laid me down on the bed. I was trembling, but there was something surprisingly gentle about Enzo’s touch. I had expected a careless brute who only cared about getting himself off, but as he leaned over me and gave me a shockingly sweet, gentle smile, I realized that my assumptions were wrong. Enzo kissed me deeply again, his body pressing against mine. I felt myself relax beneath his touch as my heart began to patter, a wave of emotion washing over me that I hadn’t ever felt before. But there was something that he didn’t know; something that made me nervous and worried that he wouldn’t want to be with me that night after I told him. “I should tell you that I’ve never done this before,” I whispered. Enzo was silent for a few moments. I was worried he wouldn’t want to continue after learning this about me, but then he merely smirked. “I figured,” he replied, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose. “I’ll be gentle with you.” When Enzo touched me after that, he kept true to his promise to be gentle with me. As his hands ran along my body, I noticed that he kept looking up at me with his soft brown eyes as though he was checking on me, and he gave me time to relax before trying to take it further. I was nervous, but something about the way he looked at me gave me a little confidence, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I had been wrong about the hockey player. A few minutes later, he looked me deeply in the eyes as if to ask if I was ready. I was trembling all over, partially from nerves and partially from the tingling in my body. “Lingerie, huh?” he whispered, sounding somewhat amused when he saw my innerwear. I blushed. “Since you went to all that trouble, why don’t you give me a show?” Still blushing, I took a deep breath and did as he asked. My hands shook at first, but soon I began to gain a little more confidence from the way that he looked at me with so much fire in his eyes, and I didn’t feel so nervous. Finally, I revealed myself to him as the last of my clothes hit the floor. Enzo’s eyes were wide as he gazed at me, but the slight smirk on his face never left. Then, with a soft smile, he held his hand out for me. I took it, feeling how small my hand was in his calloused palm, and couldn’t ignore the way my heart fluttered when he pulled me close. We laid beneath the sheets after that, our limbs tangled together and our hearts so close I could feel it beating through his ribcage. I was scared at first, but Enzo reassured me that it was okay. “I’ll be gentle. I promise,” he whispered gently, cradling me close to him. …… When it was over, Enzo and I laid in bed for a minute before he got up and put on his underwear. I sat up, feeling both heavenly and ashamed of myself. There was something different about Enzo now; his body language seemed more wild and dominant, and when he looked at me, his pupils were dilated. His eyes almost seemed like a different color. He smiled at me then and his teeth were sharp and glistening. My heart started to race as I felt like he was a wolf and I was his prey. Swallowing, I stood and put the rest of my clothes on. “See you around.” Before Enzo could reply, I rushed out of the bedroom and left the dorm. What was that look he gave me? Why did he look so… feral? Chapter 3 It was almost four o’clock in the morning by the time I finally returned to my dorm. Jessica and Lori were already asleep in their rooms judging from how dark and quiet everything was. The suite was a mess from the party and we would no doubt be spending the next day cleaning, but I was too hungover and tired to care at the moment. It appeared as though Lori and Jessica must have changed my sheets for me though, which I would have to thank them for in the morning. I wouldn’t have been able to sleep on the same sheets that Justin and Lisa had lied on. As I lay in bed trying to sleep, I was kept awake by my regrets. Had I just given myself to a near-stranger? A womanizer? All to get revenge against Justin and Lisa? I had never been so impulsive like this, especially when it came to love. Right now, I felt embarrassed and ashamed of this blunder. Enzo was incredibly attractive and the time we spent together was wonderful, but right now, I just wanted to forget about it. When I woke the next morning, my head pounded and my stomach hurt from all of the drinks from the night before. I rolled out of bed, ignoring my appearance as I stumbled into the kitchen in my oversized t-shirt and shorts. I just needed some coffee. “You know, you could’ve at least told us where you went last night,” Lori said from her usual spot at the kitchen island. She had a cup of coffee in front of her and was reading A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. “I’m sorry,” I replied, my face turning red as I remembered what happened after the party. “I just needed to get out.” “Why didn’t you tell us that you and Justin were a thing?” Jessica suddenly said, emerging from her room with a towel around her hair while she wore a fluffy pink robe and bunny slippers. She folded her arms and glared at me, pouting. I hung my head low as I poured myself a cup of coffee. I tried to hide it as the tears started to well up, but it was no use. Jessica rushed over to me and wrapped her arms around me while Lori watched with a sorry expression on her face. “I’m sorry,” I said between sobs. “H-He told me he just wanted to wait until the right time to make our relationship public. I t-thought he was just being a gentleman.” “Trash,” Lori replied. “Most of them, anyway. Don’t beat yourself up over it. You can do way better than Justin Thurlow.” Jessica nodded and rubbed my back, agreeing with Lori. “Yeah,” she said. “Screw boys. You’re smart and hot and you’re gonna be a doctor! Who needs boys? C’mon, let’s go get some breakfast.” Jessica and Lori were right. Boys were just a waste of time, and I had more important things to think about. I changed into my usual jeans and hoodie, brushed and braided my hair, and went with my roommates to the dining hall. “Oh my god!” Jessica exclaimed as we approached the dining hall. She squealed and pointed at none other than Enzo coming out the door. Jessica’s excitement garnered the attention of other nearby girls, who also squealed and waved as Enzo approached. I grabbed my hair and used it to shield my face. I just wanted to shrink down into myself. Why did I have to run into Enzo right now, the morning after what we had done? To make matters worse, he approached us and stood in front of us. Even Lori seemed a bit excited at his presence. Did he even remember our night together, or was he confused by how strangely I was acting? “Hi, Enzo!” Jessica said, twirling a bit of her hair around her finger. “Are you excited about the homecoming game today?” I kept my gaze fixed on the ground, letting my bangs fall into my face, but I could feel Enzo’s stern gaze on me. “Yeah,” he replied. “Although, it’s not as exciting when we always know we’re gonna crush the other team. I hope they put up a good fight.” Jessica giggled like a giddy schoolgirl. I took a chance and glanced up, hoping to see Enzo walking away, but was met instead by his strong gaze fixed on me. He looked far less animalistic now; maybe his appearance last night was just a trick of the light or a result of the drink. Enzo had his arms folded as he looked at me. He looked almost disapproving. Was he upset that I walked out on him last night? It hardly seemed likely, given his reputation, but my heart still ached a bit. “You ready for practice, Enzo?” another guy said, striding up to us. He looked Jessica up and down hungrily, then glanced at me before looking at Enzo. Enzo nodded and stuck his hands in his pockets, his eyes still on me. “Yeah. Let’s go.” Later that afternoon, after we had cleaned up the dorm, I was in my room studying for an upcoming biology exam when Jessica came into my room. She was wearing a pleated pink mini-skirt, a fuzzy white sweater, and white sneakers with leg warmers. She had a full face of makeup on and her hair was curled perfectly. “Oh my god, you’re not ready yet?” she said, storming over to me and snapping my book shut unceremoniously. “Hey!” I said, throwing my pen down on my desk. “I was studying.” “Studying can wait,” Jessica replied. “Come on, let’s go to the hockey game! I heard some rumors that Enzo is planning on using some new moves.” My heart leaped up into my throat. “I’m not going,” I said, opening my book up to the page I was on. Jessica clearly didn’t like my response, because she stamped her foot on the ground angrily. “Aw, come on!” she whined. “You’re not really gonna make me go alone, are you?” I didn’t have the heart to tell my friend the truth about where I was last night. If she knew that I slept with Enzo, she would be heartbroken. Jessica had been pining away for Enzo since our first semester. He had never given her too much attention, but still, she went to all of his games, cheered him on, and even watched all the live streams of his tournaments online. She always talked about how he was a genius, how his physical abilities were godlike, and how he easily won every game he competed in. “Come on,” Jessica whined again. “Please? For me?” She batted her eyelashes. I sighed and closed my book again, rubbing my tired eyes. “Alright,” I replied, although I really just wanted to hide in my room and never see the star hockey player again. “I’ll go. But you owe me.” Jessica grinned and pranced out of the room while I got ready. I wanted to blend in, so I just wore a hoodie with the university logo on it and jeans. Jessica seemed a bit disappointed in my outfit choice but didn’t say anything as we made our way to the hockey arena. The whole way there, Jessica prattled on about Enzo. “His figure is just so perfect,” she said. “All of those appear in my dreams!” I hated to admit it, but hearing Jessica talk about Enzo made the memories of last night come flooding back… It made my body tingle. I tried to shake the thoughts out of my mind the best I could as we got in line to walk inside the arena, but I just couldn’t. The feeling of Enzo’s strong eyes on me as we were together, our limbs intertwined, was burned into my memory. I only hoped that I could leave this game without being seen by Enzo or Justin. Chapter 4 We walked inside the arena, which was already packed full of excited students. Half of the arena was reserved for our university, while the other half was reserved for the other university. Our school colors were burgundy and gold -- the other university was blue and black. “Let’s find a good seat,” Jessica said. I followed her up the stairs, then we shimmied between rows of seats toward a couple of empty spots. Once we had our seats, I could hear the conversation between other girls around me; their talking points mostly centered around Enzo. “Do you think he’ll make us succeed again?” “Of course! Enzo always plays perfectly.” “I feel so lucky just to be attending the same university as him!” I cringed a bit at the conversation and scrolled on my phone while I waited for the game to start. Beside me, Jessica pulled out a pair of binoculars and started scouring the ice rink. I can see the cheerleaders performing an energetic opening dance on ice skates before the game, with Lisa in the lead. She looked dazzling in her skimpy uniform, with her perfectly tanned legs and her hair pulled up into a high ponytail with a bow. She waved her pom poms around to hype the crowd up. Looking at the girl who stole my boyfriend made me sick. I had never been much of a sports fan, but the way the crowd was getting excited made me excited, too. As the hockey players skated out onto the rink, some of them skated up to certain cheerleaders who were their girlfriends and kissed them publicly. I could see Justin and Lisa exchanging glances. Justin had never brought me to his games, even though we had been dating for a couple of months. When I did go to his games, he never paid any attention to me until after. I thought that he was just shy at the time, but now I knew that he just didn’t want Lisa to see us together. “Don’t pay any attention to Justin,” Jessica said, handing me the binoculars so I could see better. “He’s not worth your time.” I took the binoculars and peered through them. For some reason, I searched for Enzo. I didn’t know why I wanted to see him so badly, but I did. And he saw me. Somehow, despite the thousands of students in this massive arena, Enzo looked directly at me. It was as though he had a sixth sense, like he knew exactly where I was without even having to think. Even from here, I could see the hint of wildness in his eyes from the night before; like I was his prey. I quickly gave the binoculars back to Jessica as my face turned red. Enzo turned away and skated out to the middle of the rink, skating around in circles and pumping his hockey stick in the air while the crowd cheered. All around me, girls screamed and swooned while guys whooped and hollered. The game started. I lost sight of the puck quickly, but was able to follow the game by watching Enzo, who skated as fast as lightning and moved nimbly around the rink as though he was born with ice skates on his feet. He would perform quick moves with his hockey stick to fake out the opponents, hitting the puck between their legs to one of his teammates before zooming away. He moved so quickly that he was almost like a flash. For some reason, it seemed almost supernatural to me… but no one else seemed to notice, so I figured that it was just in my head. Soon, the opponents became frustrated and aggressive. One player in particular -- I think he was the captain of the other team -- started following Enzo closely and trying to trip him up. “C’mon, Enzo!” Jessica shouted. “I hope he doesn’t get hurt,” another girl said from beside me, sitting up in her seat to see over someone in front of us. Enzo scored a goal, and suddenly, the other team’s captain threw his stick and his helmet down on the ice and tackled Enzo. The crowd gasped as they tussled on the ice. The other player threw punches at Enzo while Enzo only blocked and dodged, clearly not wanting to hurt the other player. It was now that I finally realized how much pressure was on Enzo as the star hockey player. I held my breath as I watched the fight, images of us that night flashing in my mind. For some reason, I cared enough about Enzo to not want him to get hurt. I didn’t care to look at Justin for even a second. The referee blew his whistle and broke up the fight. The crowd cheered as Enzo stood and put his helmet back on, covering his curly hair. The other player was put on the bench for his behavior and the game continued with a penalty for the other team. During halftime, the cheerleaders returned to the rink and began their halftime show. “You hungry?” I said to Jessica. She looked at me and shrugged, too involved in her conversation with another girl about how charming Enzo looked dodging the unsportsmanlike competitor during the fight. As long as I had known her, Jessica always had an easy time making friends. I didn’t mind it, because I was more introverted and appreciated the fact that she usually took control of all of the socializing at things like this. I stood and shimmied out of our row, then went down the bleachers toward the food stands. My stomach was growling and the smell of soft pretzels was making me even more hungry. “One soft pretzel, please,” I said to the vendor. “And water, too.” I handed my money to the vendor and waited for my pretzel. Just then, I felt someone watching me and turned around to see none other than Enzo. He was standing with his teammates by the side of the rink as they rested and drank water, but he was staring right at me. His eyes almost glowed. My heart started to race as I found myself unable to break away from his strong gaze. Something about him made me want to walk over to him as if I was in a trance… “Miss? Hello?” The vendor broke me out of my trance. He was holding out my pretzel and my water. “Oh… Sorry,” I said. “Thank you.” I took my pretzel. When I turned back, Enzo was no longer looking at me and was instead entrenched in a conversation with a teammate as though he hadn’t just been staring into my soul. I considered going back to Jessica, but after the encounter with Enzo finding me in the massive crowd and staring at me just now, I only wanted to leave. I decided to make up an excuse later and just go home; Jessica had made some friends already and probably wouldn’t even notice my absence. She could fill me in on the results of the game later. I left the arena, tossing my uneaten pretzel in the trash on the way out as my stomach suddenly felt too sick to eat. The cool autumn air was a bit of a relief as I walked back to the dorms, although I still felt stifled like I was being watched… or hunted. How was Enzo able to spot me in the crowd like that? And why did he always look so animalistic and hungry when he looked at me? I had never heard any of his many other flings complain of such a thing, so maybe it was all in my head. It had to be. Why else would Enzo seem like such a predator? | Listen to books | 145 | https://facebook.com/100093148902033 | 0 | LEARN_MORE | 1692255600 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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You never play with girls more than once. You should be thanking me because I’m just making it easy for you.” “Is that what you really think of me?” Enzo asked. He didn’t try to hide his voice at all. For some reason, I felt more confident confronting him now. “Everyone knows you’re a player who only has fun with girls once before moving on to the next,” I said, stepping around him. He didn’t block me this time, but turned and frowned. “Well, you’re different,” he replied. Was this some sort of prank? The hockey captain, the star of the school, and a player thought I was “different” enough to keep talking to me after we spent a night together? I wondered if Lisa or Justin put him up to this to rub it in that I would never find love. Enzo stepped closer to me and brushed a bit of hair out of my eyes, finally lowering his voice to a whisper. “I want to have a second time with you.” Chapter 1 Nina It was the night of my coming-of-age party. I was most of all excited for one thing: tonight, Justin would finally announce that he was my boyfriend. Justin and I had been seeing each other for a couple of months now, but we had kept things under wraps so far. Frankly, I would have preferred to make our relationship public right away -- he was one of the most handsome and popular guys on campus, and was on the hockey team -- but he insisted that we wait until the right time. “I want to save announcing our relationship for a special night, baby,” he had told me. I had been asking when he would make our relationship public for a while, but maybe he was right; it was best to wait until a special time. That meant that he really loved me, right? As I stood in front of the mirror and admired myself, I felt confident that Justin would make our relationship public tonight. I prepared a surprise for him under my outfit now because I was certain that we would finally spend our first night together. Aside from the surprise above, which was a hot red lace set that I picked out at the mall a couple of days before the party, I was wearing a short, tight skirt that showed off my curves, a pink crop top, and heels. I wore red lipstick and black eyeliner, too. I felt a bit awkward wearing an outfit like this, as I usually dressed in jeans and hoodies; but my roommates, Jessica and Lori, insisted that I dress up for the party. The only thing that I kept the same about myself tonight was my hair, which had bangs and two long braids. I always wore my hair like this and never liked it any other way. Some people said it was childish, but I thought it was cute and practical. “You look so hot, Nina!” Jessica said as I came out of the room. “The guys are gonna be all over you!” I didn’t say anything about Justin. Even my own roommates didn’t know about our relationship. Lori looked at her phone and took another swig of her drink. “Everyone should be here any minute,” she said in her low, sultry voice. Lori was the quintessential “goth girl” on campus, which was a stark contrast from Jessica’s bubbly nature and my studious attitude. Somehow, though, we were all best friends. Just then, the door burst open with the first guests arriving. The group of guys and girls flooded in, whooping and hollering, excited for the party. With a grin, Jessica cranked up the music and started greeting people while I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. Lori walked over to the couch and sat down, scrolling on her phone; she really only ever came to parties for food and drink. Soon enough, the suite was full of people. The LED lights flashed red, green, and blue while the music played loudly, and the guests started getting excited and playing games. The main attraction seemed to be the bar table, where the boys competed like their lives depended on it, but people also hung out around the seating area, played games, and talk on the balcony. A while into the party, Justin finally arrived. I got excited, but instead of coming over to me and greeting me, he simply made a beeline for the bar table and joined the game. During a lull in the game, I sent Justin a text: “Well? Are we gonna announce it?” I watched from the corner as he pulled out his phone, read the text, then pocketed his phone again. He looked at me and subtly shrugged, then returned to his game as though he didn’t even know me. “Are you okay?” Jessica said, coming over to me with an extra drink in her hand for me. I shrugged. “I’m just not much of a partier, that’s all,” I said. “You just need a little courage, that’s all!” she said, clinking her bottle with mine and taking a big swig. I looked down at my drink and frowned. Jessica was right, but the drink wasn’t going to cut it -- not with how Justin was treating me tonight. “How about something more exciting?” I said. Jessica’s eyes lit up and she turned around to face the group, cupping her hands around her mouth to shout. “Hey everyone!” she shouted. “The birthday girl wants shots!” By my seventh shot, however, I started to feel woozy and felt like I was going to throw up. I stumbled down the hall to the bathroom and made it to the toilet just in time. When I was done throwing up, I stood up and made my way over to the sink, where I splashed some cold water on my face and took some deep breaths to sober myself up. I looked at my smudged makeup and my messy hair in the mirror, trying not to cry as I thought about Justin. Why was he treating me like this? Just a few days ago, we were making out behind the hockey arena and now he was acting like he didn’t even know me. Was he just nervous about announcing our relationship, or was it something else? Taking another deep breath and wiping the tears off of my face, I straightened up and decided to go talk to Justin. When I left the bathroom, however, he wasn’t anywhere to be found. “Hey, have you seen Justin?” I asked a guest. She just shrugged her shoulders and pointed toward my bedroom. Maybe he just went inside to be alone for a minute, which would give us some time to talk. I made my way over to my room, weaving drunkenly through the crowd. When I opened the door, however, I wished that I had just stayed away. Justin wasn’t alone. He was with another girl -- it was Lisa, the cheerleading captain. They were tangled together, Justin’s pants pulled down and Lisa’s clothes on the floor. “What is happening!” I screamed. The party went silent, aside from the music, which someone quickly shut off. Justin and Lisa sat up in my bed; Justin looked even more drunk and high than before, but immediately jumped up when he saw me and yanked his pants up. “Nina, it’s not what it looks like,” he said, stumbling toward me while Lisa simply stood up with a smirk, smoothing down her skirt. She strutted out of the room and bumped me with her shoulder on the way out as I continued to stare at Justin in shock and disbelief. Justin stammered as he tried to explain himself. “I’m so sorry, I-” “Justin…” I interrupted, my voice shaking. “We. Are. Done.” Without another word, I turned away and stormed out of the suite with Jessica and Lori calling after me. I walked out of the dorms into the cool spring air, turning this way and that for a bit before deciding to make my way toward town. I walked for a while, fuming the entire time and muttering to myself until I finally made it to a local bar. I nodded gratefully as the bartender poured me a glass, and I sipped it miserably while he disappeared into the kitchen. I pulled my phone out of my pocket to see that I had several missed calls and “Where are you?!?” texts from Jessica and Lori, but I ignored them and tossed my phone down on the bar, taking a big swig and cursing to myself. “Yeah, I hate my phone, too,” a male voice said from beside me. I looked over to see a guy pulling up a barstool a couple of seats down. He was wearing a red flannel shirt and a sharp jawline. He was muscular, too. “I hate everything right now,” I said, swirling my drink around in my glass with my straw. “How come?” The boy looked at me, and just then, I came to a shocking realization: this was Enzo, Justin’s hockey captain, the star of the school, every girl’s dream boy. And he was sitting next to me, in this quiet dive bar, talking to me. Chapter 2 Enzo must have noticed the expression on my face when I finally recognized him, because he smirked and held out a napkin for me. “Your makeup is smudged.” I blushed and grabbed the napkin from his hand, using it to wipe away my makeup while Enzo continued to stare at me. “Rough night?” he said once I finished cleaning up my makeup. “I guess you could say that,” I replied. “You know,” he said, his deep brown eyes studying my face, “you look better without makeup.” His words made me blush even more. What were the odds that the hockey captain would be hitting on me on the night of my birthday, right after my boyfriend had cheated on me? “Do you treat all the girls like this?” I said suddenly, surprised and embarrassed at my own question. It must have been the drink. Enzo simply smirked again and finished the last of his drink. He reached forward and brushed a bit of hair out of my face. “If you’re so intrigued by how I treat girls, why don’t you come and see it for yourself? I live in Dorm B, fourth floor. Room 409.” His voice was low and sultry, and as we leaned closer together, I felt my breathing become slower and more aroused. I frowned then and pulled away. I needed comfort tonight, but not that sort of comfort. “No way,” I said, crossing my arms. “I know your reputation. You’re a player.” “So what if I am?” Enzo murmured. “It’s your decision, but my room is open to you all night. You can just walk right in. No need to knock.” With that, Enzo sat back up and tossed some money down on the bar. “I’ll pay for the lady’s drink,” he said to the bartender, then threw his jacket over his shoulder and sauntered out of the bar. I kept sipping my drink while I thought about the unexpected proposition. Enzo was well-known as an adonis, a handsome player. Ever since Enzo and Lisa -- the cheerleader who stole my boyfriend -- broke up last semester, Enzo became known around the campus for being a bit of a player. He never had another girlfriend after Lisa, and seemed uninterested with women when it came to knowing them for more than one night. I had never been interested in those deeds. In high school, I was nerdy and never had a chance with any of the boys. The one time I thought I had a chance when the football quarterback asked me to prom, it turned out to be a prank. The whole school laughed at me as I showed up in my blue dress, excited to dance with the quarterback, only for him to trip me and make me fall on the dance floor. “Why would I want you?” he had said, pointing and laughing. “Fatty Nina will never have a boyfriend!” After that, I swore that I would just focus on my studies. I eventually grew out of that phase once I started college, and lots of boys tried to get me to hook up with them, but I just wasn’t interested. If I was going to let a boy interrupt my studies, he would have to be perfect. I had thought that Justin would be the one. He seemed so sweet and kind, but I guess that wasn’t the case. After this, I felt like never falling in love again. “Sorry to say this, young lady, but the bar’s closing soon,” the bartender said, breaking me out of my deep thought. I nodded and finished off the last of my drink, then stood and left the bar. The thought of going home right now almost made me sick. Maybe I didn’t have to go home tonight. I showed up at Enzo’s place a little while later. Before I walked in, I hesitated for a little while as I considered just keeping my dignity and going home. But I was all dressed up tonight with expensive lingerie, and besides… with Justin and Lisa’s double betrayal, what would be a better way to get back at them both? Taking a deep breath, I turned the knob and walked into Enzo’s dorm. He was sitting on the couch when I arrived, as though he had been waiting for me. “Changed your mind, eh?” he said, standing and crossing the room toward me. He was much taller than me, and muscular to boot. This close, I could smell his cologne. It sent a shiver down my spine. “So,” he said, “what changed your mind? I thought my reputation scared you.” “I just… Could use a little comfort,” I said. Without saying anything, he leaned down and cupped my chin with his hand. He kissed me deeply. He was soft and sweet, much unlike the rough and rugged hockey player who I had thought he was. After we kissed, he wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up to carry me to the bedroom. We never left each other the whole way there, and when we arrived his dimly lit bedroom he slammed the door behind us and laid me down on the bed. I was trembling, but there was something surprisingly gentle about Enzo’s touch. I had expected a careless brute who only cared about getting himself off, but as he leaned over me and gave me a shockingly sweet, gentle smile, I realized that my assumptions were wrong. Enzo kissed me deeply again, his body pressing against mine. I felt myself relax beneath his touch as my heart began to patter, a wave of emotion washing over me that I hadn’t ever felt before. But there was something that he didn’t know; something that made me nervous and worried that he wouldn’t want to be with me that night after I told him. “I should tell you that I’ve never done this before,” I whispered. Enzo was silent for a few moments. I was worried he wouldn’t want to continue after learning this about me, but then he merely smirked. “I figured,” he replied, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose. “I’ll be gentle with you.” When Enzo touched me after that, he kept true to his promise to be gentle with me. As his hands ran along my body, I noticed that he kept looking up at me with his soft brown eyes as though he was checking on me, and he gave me time to relax before trying to take it further. I was nervous, but something about the way he looked at me gave me a little confidence, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I had been wrong about the hockey player. A few minutes later, he looked me deeply in the eyes as if to ask if I was ready. I was trembling all over, partially from nerves and partially from the tingling in my body. “Lingerie, huh?” he whispered, sounding somewhat amused when he saw my innerwear. I blushed. “Since you went to all that trouble, why don’t you give me a show?” Still blushing, I took a deep breath and did as he asked. My hands shook at first, but soon I began to gain a little more confidence from the way that he looked at me with so much fire in his eyes, and I didn’t feel so nervous. Finally, I revealed myself to him as the last of my clothes hit the floor. Enzo’s eyes were wide as he gazed at me, but the slight smirk on his face never left. Then, with a soft smile, he held his hand out for me. I took it, feeling how small my hand was in his calloused palm, and couldn’t ignore the way my heart fluttered when he pulled me close. We laid beneath the sheets after that, our limbs tangled together and our hearts so close I could feel it beating through his ribcage. I was scared at first, but Enzo reassured me that it was okay. “I’ll be gentle. I promise,” he whispered gently, cradling me close to him. …… When it was over, Enzo and I laid in bed for a minute before he got up and put on his underwear. I sat up, feeling both heavenly and ashamed of myself. There was something different about Enzo now; his body language seemed more wild and dominant, and when he looked at me, his pupils were dilated. His eyes almost seemed like a different color. He smiled at me then and his teeth were sharp and glistening. My heart started to race as I felt like he was a wolf and I was his prey. Swallowing, I stood and put the rest of my clothes on. “See you around.” Before Enzo could reply, I rushed out of the bedroom and left the dorm. What was that look he gave me? Why did he look so… feral? Chapter 3 It was almost four o’clock in the morning by the time I finally returned to my dorm. Jessica and Lori were already asleep in their rooms judging from how dark and quiet everything was. The suite was a mess from the party and we would no doubt be spending the next day cleaning, but I was too hungover and tired to care at the moment. It appeared as though Lori and Jessica must have changed my sheets for me though, which I would have to thank them for in the morning. I wouldn’t have been able to sleep on the same sheets that Justin and Lisa had lied on. As I lay in bed trying to sleep, I was kept awake by my regrets. Had I just given myself to a near-stranger? A womanizer? All to get revenge against Justin and Lisa? I had never been so impulsive like this, especially when it came to love. Right now, I felt embarrassed and ashamed of this blunder. Enzo was incredibly attractive and the time we spent together was wonderful, but right now, I just wanted to forget about it. When I woke the next morning, my head pounded and my stomach hurt from all of the drinks from the night before. I rolled out of bed, ignoring my appearance as I stumbled into the kitchen in my oversized t-shirt and shorts. I just needed some coffee. “You know, you could’ve at least told us where you went last night,” Lori said from her usual spot at the kitchen island. She had a cup of coffee in front of her and was reading A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. “I’m sorry,” I replied, my face turning red as I remembered what happened after the party. “I just needed to get out.” “Why didn’t you tell us that you and Justin were a thing?” Jessica suddenly said, emerging from her room with a towel around her hair while she wore a fluffy pink robe and bunny slippers. She folded her arms and glared at me, pouting. I hung my head low as I poured myself a cup of coffee. I tried to hide it as the tears started to well up, but it was no use. Jessica rushed over to me and wrapped her arms around me while Lori watched with a sorry expression on her face. “I’m sorry,” I said between sobs. “H-He told me he just wanted to wait until the right time to make our relationship public. I t-thought he was just being a gentleman.” “Trash,” Lori replied. “Most of them, anyway. Don’t beat yourself up over it. You can do way better than Justin Thurlow.” Jessica nodded and rubbed my back, agreeing with Lori. “Yeah,” she said. “Screw boys. You’re smart and hot and you’re gonna be a doctor! Who needs boys? C’mon, let’s go get some breakfast.” Jessica and Lori were right. Boys were just a waste of time, and I had more important things to think about. I changed into my usual jeans and hoodie, brushed and braided my hair, and went with my roommates to the dining hall. “Oh my god!” Jessica exclaimed as we approached the dining hall. She squealed and pointed at none other than Enzo coming out the door. Jessica’s excitement garnered the attention of other nearby girls, who also squealed and waved as Enzo approached. I grabbed my hair and used it to shield my face. I just wanted to shrink down into myself. Why did I have to run into Enzo right now, the morning after what we had done? To make matters worse, he approached us and stood in front of us. Even Lori seemed a bit excited at his presence. Did he even remember our night together, or was he confused by how strangely I was acting? “Hi, Enzo!” Jessica said, twirling a bit of her hair around her finger. “Are you excited about the homecoming game today?” I kept my gaze fixed on the ground, letting my bangs fall into my face, but I could feel Enzo’s stern gaze on me. “Yeah,” he replied. “Although, it’s not as exciting when we always know we’re gonna crush the other team. I hope they put up a good fight.” Jessica giggled like a giddy schoolgirl. I took a chance and glanced up, hoping to see Enzo walking away, but was met instead by his strong gaze fixed on me. He looked far less animalistic now; maybe his appearance last night was just a trick of the light or a result of the drink. Enzo had his arms folded as he looked at me. He looked almost disapproving. Was he upset that I walked out on him last night? It hardly seemed likely, given his reputation, but my heart still ached a bit. “You ready for practice, Enzo?” another guy said, striding up to us. He looked Jessica up and down hungrily, then glanced at me before looking at Enzo. Enzo nodded and stuck his hands in his pockets, his eyes still on me. “Yeah. Let’s go.” Later that afternoon, after we had cleaned up the dorm, I was in my room studying for an upcoming biology exam when Jessica came into my room. She was wearing a pleated pink mini-skirt, a fuzzy white sweater, and white sneakers with leg warmers. She had a full face of makeup on and her hair was curled perfectly. “Oh my god, you’re not ready yet?” she said, storming over to me and snapping my book shut unceremoniously. “Hey!” I said, throwing my pen down on my desk. “I was studying.” “Studying can wait,” Jessica replied. “Come on, let’s go to the hockey game! I heard some rumors that Enzo is planning on using some new moves.” My heart leaped up into my throat. “I’m not going,” I said, opening my book up to the page I was on. Jessica clearly didn’t like my response, because she stamped her foot on the ground angrily. “Aw, come on!” she whined. “You’re not really gonna make me go alone, are you?” I didn’t have the heart to tell my friend the truth about where I was last night. If she knew that I slept with Enzo, she would be heartbroken. Jessica had been pining away for Enzo since our first semester. He had never given her too much attention, but still, she went to all of his games, cheered him on, and even watched all the live streams of his tournaments online. She always talked about how he was a genius, how his physical abilities were godlike, and how he easily won every game he competed in. “Come on,” Jessica whined again. “Please? For me?” She batted her eyelashes. I sighed and closed my book again, rubbing my tired eyes. “Alright,” I replied, although I really just wanted to hide in my room and never see the star hockey player again. “I’ll go. But you owe me.” Jessica grinned and pranced out of the room while I got ready. I wanted to blend in, so I just wore a hoodie with the university logo on it and jeans. Jessica seemed a bit disappointed in my outfit choice but didn’t say anything as we made our way to the hockey arena. The whole way there, Jessica prattled on about Enzo. “His figure is just so perfect,” she said. “All of those appear in my dreams!” I hated to admit it, but hearing Jessica talk about Enzo made the memories of last night come flooding back… It made my body tingle. I tried to shake the thoughts out of my mind the best I could as we got in line to walk inside the arena, but I just couldn’t. The feeling of Enzo’s strong eyes on me as we were together, our limbs intertwined, was burned into my memory. I only hoped that I could leave this game without being seen by Enzo or Justin. Chapter 4 We walked inside the arena, which was already packed full of excited students. Half of the arena was reserved for our university, while the other half was reserved for the other university. Our school colors were burgundy and gold -- the other university was blue and black. “Let’s find a good seat,” Jessica said. I followed her up the stairs, then we shimmied between rows of seats toward a couple of empty spots. Once we had our seats, I could hear the conversation between other girls around me; their talking points mostly centered around Enzo. “Do you think he’ll make us succeed again?” “Of course! Enzo always plays perfectly.” “I feel so lucky just to be attending the same university as him!” I cringed a bit at the conversation and scrolled on my phone while I waited for the game to start. Beside me, Jessica pulled out a pair of binoculars and started scouring the ice rink. I can see the cheerleaders performing an energetic opening dance on ice skates before the game, with Lisa in the lead. She looked dazzling in her skimpy uniform, with her perfectly tanned legs and her hair pulled up into a high ponytail with a bow. She waved her pom poms around to hype the crowd up. Looking at the girl who stole my boyfriend made me sick. I had never been much of a sports fan, but the way the crowd was getting excited made me excited, too. As the hockey players skated out onto the rink, some of them skated up to certain cheerleaders who were their girlfriends and kissed them publicly. I could see Justin and Lisa exchanging glances. Justin had never brought me to his games, even though we had been dating for a couple of months. When I did go to his games, he never paid any attention to me until after. I thought that he was just shy at the time, but now I knew that he just didn’t want Lisa to see us together. “Don’t pay any attention to Justin,” Jessica said, handing me the binoculars so I could see better. “He’s not worth your time.” I took the binoculars and peered through them. For some reason, I searched for Enzo. I didn’t know why I wanted to see him so badly, but I did. And he saw me. Somehow, despite the thousands of students in this massive arena, Enzo looked directly at me. It was as though he had a sixth sense, like he knew exactly where I was without even having to think. Even from here, I could see the hint of wildness in his eyes from the night before; like I was his prey. I quickly gave the binoculars back to Jessica as my face turned red. Enzo turned away and skated out to the middle of the rink, skating around in circles and pumping his hockey stick in the air while the crowd cheered. All around me, girls screamed and swooned while guys whooped and hollered. The game started. I lost sight of the puck quickly, but was able to follow the game by watching Enzo, who skated as fast as lightning and moved nimbly around the rink as though he was born with ice skates on his feet. He would perform quick moves with his hockey stick to fake out the opponents, hitting the puck between their legs to one of his teammates before zooming away. He moved so quickly that he was almost like a flash. For some reason, it seemed almost supernatural to me… but no one else seemed to notice, so I figured that it was just in my head. Soon, the opponents became frustrated and aggressive. One player in particular -- I think he was the captain of the other team -- started following Enzo closely and trying to trip him up. “C’mon, Enzo!” Jessica shouted. “I hope he doesn’t get hurt,” another girl said from beside me, sitting up in her seat to see over someone in front of us. Enzo scored a goal, and suddenly, the other team’s captain threw his stick and his helmet down on the ice and tackled Enzo. The crowd gasped as they tussled on the ice. The other player threw punches at Enzo while Enzo only blocked and dodged, clearly not wanting to hurt the other player. It was now that I finally realized how much pressure was on Enzo as the star hockey player. I held my breath as I watched the fight, images of us that night flashing in my mind. For some reason, I cared enough about Enzo to not want him to get hurt. I didn’t care to look at Justin for even a second. The referee blew his whistle and broke up the fight. The crowd cheered as Enzo stood and put his helmet back on, covering his curly hair. The other player was put on the bench for his behavior and the game continued with a penalty for the other team. During halftime, the cheerleaders returned to the rink and began their halftime show. “You hungry?” I said to Jessica. She looked at me and shrugged, too involved in her conversation with another girl about how charming Enzo looked dodging the unsportsmanlike competitor during the fight. As long as I had known her, Jessica always had an easy time making friends. I didn’t mind it, because I was more introverted and appreciated the fact that she usually took control of all of the socializing at things like this. I stood and shimmied out of our row, then went down the bleachers toward the food stands. My stomach was growling and the smell of soft pretzels was making me even more hungry. “One soft pretzel, please,” I said to the vendor. “And water, too.” I handed my money to the vendor and waited for my pretzel. Just then, I felt someone watching me and turned around to see none other than Enzo. He was standing with his teammates by the side of the rink as they rested and drank water, but he was staring right at me. His eyes almost glowed. My heart started to race as I found myself unable to break away from his strong gaze. Something about him made me want to walk over to him as if I was in a trance… “Miss? Hello?” The vendor broke me out of my trance. He was holding out my pretzel and my water. “Oh… Sorry,” I said. “Thank you.” I took my pretzel. When I turned back, Enzo was no longer looking at me and was instead entrenched in a conversation with a teammate as though he hadn’t just been staring into my soul. I considered going back to Jessica, but after the encounter with Enzo finding me in the massive crowd and staring at me just now, I only wanted to leave. I decided to make up an excuse later and just go home; Jessica had made some friends already and probably wouldn’t even notice my absence. She could fill me in on the results of the game later. I left the arena, tossing my uneaten pretzel in the trash on the way out as my stomach suddenly felt too sick to eat. The cool autumn air was a bit of a relief as I walked back to the dorms, although I still felt stifled like I was being watched… or hunted. How was Enzo able to spot me in the crowd like that? And why did he always look so animalistic and hungry when he looked at me? I had never heard any of his many other flings complain of such a thing, so maybe it was all in my head. It had to be. Why else would Enzo seem like such a predator? | Listen to books | 145 | https://facebook.com/100093148902033 | 0 | LEARN_MORE | 1692255600 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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You never play with girls more than once. You should be thanking me because I’m just making it easy for you.” “Is that what you really think of me?” Enzo asked. He didn’t try to hide his voice at all. For some reason, I felt more confident confronting him now. “Everyone knows you’re a player who only has fun with girls once before moving on to the next,” I said, stepping around him. He didn’t block me this time, but turned and frowned. “Well, you’re different,” he replied. Was this some sort of prank? The hockey captain, the star of the school, and a player thought I was “different” enough to keep talking to me after we spent a night together? I wondered if Lisa or Justin put him up to this to rub it in that I would never find love. Enzo stepped closer to me and brushed a bit of hair out of my eyes, finally lowering his voice to a whisper. “I want to have a second time with you.” Chapter 1 Nina It was the night of my coming-of-age party. I was most of all excited for one thing: tonight, Justin would finally announce that he was my boyfriend. Justin and I had been seeing each other for a couple of months now, but we had kept things under wraps so far. Frankly, I would have preferred to make our relationship public right away -- he was one of the most handsome and popular guys on campus, and was on the hockey team -- but he insisted that we wait until the right time. “I want to save announcing our relationship for a special night, baby,” he had told me. I had been asking when he would make our relationship public for a while, but maybe he was right; it was best to wait until a special time. That meant that he really loved me, right? As I stood in front of the mirror and admired myself, I felt confident that Justin would make our relationship public tonight. I prepared a surprise for him under my outfit now because I was certain that we would finally spend our first night together. Aside from the surprise above, which was a hot red lace set that I picked out at the mall a couple of days before the party, I was wearing a short, tight skirt that showed off my curves, a pink crop top, and heels. I wore red lipstick and black eyeliner, too. I felt a bit awkward wearing an outfit like this, as I usually dressed in jeans and hoodies; but my roommates, Jessica and Lori, insisted that I dress up for the party. The only thing that I kept the same about myself tonight was my hair, which had bangs and two long braids. I always wore my hair like this and never liked it any other way. Some people said it was childish, but I thought it was cute and practical. “You look so hot, Nina!” Jessica said as I came out of the room. “The guys are gonna be all over you!” I didn’t say anything about Justin. Even my own roommates didn’t know about our relationship. Lori looked at her phone and took another swig of her drink. “Everyone should be here any minute,” she said in her low, sultry voice. Lori was the quintessential “goth girl” on campus, which was a stark contrast from Jessica’s bubbly nature and my studious attitude. Somehow, though, we were all best friends. Just then, the door burst open with the first guests arriving. The group of guys and girls flooded in, whooping and hollering, excited for the party. With a grin, Jessica cranked up the music and started greeting people while I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. Lori walked over to the couch and sat down, scrolling on her phone; she really only ever came to parties for food and drink. Soon enough, the suite was full of people. The LED lights flashed red, green, and blue while the music played loudly, and the guests started getting excited and playing games. The main attraction seemed to be the bar table, where the boys competed like their lives depended on it, but people also hung out around the seating area, played games, and talk on the balcony. A while into the party, Justin finally arrived. I got excited, but instead of coming over to me and greeting me, he simply made a beeline for the bar table and joined the game. During a lull in the game, I sent Justin a text: “Well? Are we gonna announce it?” I watched from the corner as he pulled out his phone, read the text, then pocketed his phone again. He looked at me and subtly shrugged, then returned to his game as though he didn’t even know me. “Are you okay?” Jessica said, coming over to me with an extra drink in her hand for me. I shrugged. “I’m just not much of a partier, that’s all,” I said. “You just need a little courage, that’s all!” she said, clinking her bottle with mine and taking a big swig. I looked down at my drink and frowned. Jessica was right, but the drink wasn’t going to cut it -- not with how Justin was treating me tonight. “How about something more exciting?” I said. Jessica’s eyes lit up and she turned around to face the group, cupping her hands around her mouth to shout. “Hey everyone!” she shouted. “The birthday girl wants shots!” By my seventh shot, however, I started to feel woozy and felt like I was going to throw up. I stumbled down the hall to the bathroom and made it to the toilet just in time. When I was done throwing up, I stood up and made my way over to the sink, where I splashed some cold water on my face and took some deep breaths to sober myself up. I looked at my smudged makeup and my messy hair in the mirror, trying not to cry as I thought about Justin. Why was he treating me like this? Just a few days ago, we were making out behind the hockey arena and now he was acting like he didn’t even know me. Was he just nervous about announcing our relationship, or was it something else? Taking another deep breath and wiping the tears off of my face, I straightened up and decided to go talk to Justin. When I left the bathroom, however, he wasn’t anywhere to be found. “Hey, have you seen Justin?” I asked a guest. She just shrugged her shoulders and pointed toward my bedroom. Maybe he just went inside to be alone for a minute, which would give us some time to talk. I made my way over to my room, weaving drunkenly through the crowd. When I opened the door, however, I wished that I had just stayed away. Justin wasn’t alone. He was with another girl -- it was Lisa, the cheerleading captain. They were tangled together, Justin’s pants pulled down and Lisa’s clothes on the floor. “What is happening!” I screamed. The party went silent, aside from the music, which someone quickly shut off. Justin and Lisa sat up in my bed; Justin looked even more drunk and high than before, but immediately jumped up when he saw me and yanked his pants up. “Nina, it’s not what it looks like,” he said, stumbling toward me while Lisa simply stood up with a smirk, smoothing down her skirt. She strutted out of the room and bumped me with her shoulder on the way out as I continued to stare at Justin in shock and disbelief. Justin stammered as he tried to explain himself. “I’m so sorry, I-” “Justin…” I interrupted, my voice shaking. “We. Are. Done.” Without another word, I turned away and stormed out of the suite with Jessica and Lori calling after me. I walked out of the dorms into the cool spring air, turning this way and that for a bit before deciding to make my way toward town. I walked for a while, fuming the entire time and muttering to myself until I finally made it to a local bar. I nodded gratefully as the bartender poured me a glass, and I sipped it miserably while he disappeared into the kitchen. I pulled my phone out of my pocket to see that I had several missed calls and “Where are you?!?” texts from Jessica and Lori, but I ignored them and tossed my phone down on the bar, taking a big swig and cursing to myself. “Yeah, I hate my phone, too,” a male voice said from beside me. I looked over to see a guy pulling up a barstool a couple of seats down. He was wearing a red flannel shirt and a sharp jawline. He was muscular, too. “I hate everything right now,” I said, swirling my drink around in my glass with my straw. “How come?” The boy looked at me, and just then, I came to a shocking realization: this was Enzo, Justin’s hockey captain, the star of the school, every girl’s dream boy. And he was sitting next to me, in this quiet dive bar, talking to me. Chapter 2 Enzo must have noticed the expression on my face when I finally recognized him, because he smirked and held out a napkin for me. “Your makeup is smudged.” I blushed and grabbed the napkin from his hand, using it to wipe away my makeup while Enzo continued to stare at me. “Rough night?” he said once I finished cleaning up my makeup. “I guess you could say that,” I replied. “You know,” he said, his deep brown eyes studying my face, “you look better without makeup.” His words made me blush even more. What were the odds that the hockey captain would be hitting on me on the night of my birthday, right after my boyfriend had cheated on me? “Do you treat all the girls like this?” I said suddenly, surprised and embarrassed at my own question. It must have been the drink. Enzo simply smirked again and finished the last of his drink. He reached forward and brushed a bit of hair out of my face. “If you’re so intrigued by how I treat girls, why don’t you come and see it for yourself? I live in Dorm B, fourth floor. Room 409.” His voice was low and sultry, and as we leaned closer together, I felt my breathing become slower and more aroused. I frowned then and pulled away. I needed comfort tonight, but not that sort of comfort. “No way,” I said, crossing my arms. “I know your reputation. You’re a player.” “So what if I am?” Enzo murmured. “It’s your decision, but my room is open to you all night. You can just walk right in. No need to knock.” With that, Enzo sat back up and tossed some money down on the bar. “I’ll pay for the lady’s drink,” he said to the bartender, then threw his jacket over his shoulder and sauntered out of the bar. I kept sipping my drink while I thought about the unexpected proposition. Enzo was well-known as an adonis, a handsome player. Ever since Enzo and Lisa -- the cheerleader who stole my boyfriend -- broke up last semester, Enzo became known around the campus for being a bit of a player. He never had another girlfriend after Lisa, and seemed uninterested with women when it came to knowing them for more than one night. I had never been interested in those deeds. In high school, I was nerdy and never had a chance with any of the boys. The one time I thought I had a chance when the football quarterback asked me to prom, it turned out to be a prank. The whole school laughed at me as I showed up in my blue dress, excited to dance with the quarterback, only for him to trip me and make me fall on the dance floor. “Why would I want you?” he had said, pointing and laughing. “Fatty Nina will never have a boyfriend!” After that, I swore that I would just focus on my studies. I eventually grew out of that phase once I started college, and lots of boys tried to get me to hook up with them, but I just wasn’t interested. If I was going to let a boy interrupt my studies, he would have to be perfect. I had thought that Justin would be the one. He seemed so sweet and kind, but I guess that wasn’t the case. After this, I felt like never falling in love again. “Sorry to say this, young lady, but the bar’s closing soon,” the bartender said, breaking me out of my deep thought. I nodded and finished off the last of my drink, then stood and left the bar. The thought of going home right now almost made me sick. Maybe I didn’t have to go home tonight. I showed up at Enzo’s place a little while later. Before I walked in, I hesitated for a little while as I considered just keeping my dignity and going home. But I was all dressed up tonight with expensive lingerie, and besides… with Justin and Lisa’s double betrayal, what would be a better way to get back at them both? Taking a deep breath, I turned the knob and walked into Enzo’s dorm. He was sitting on the couch when I arrived, as though he had been waiting for me. “Changed your mind, eh?” he said, standing and crossing the room toward me. He was much taller than me, and muscular to boot. This close, I could smell his cologne. It sent a shiver down my spine. “So,” he said, “what changed your mind? I thought my reputation scared you.” “I just… Could use a little comfort,” I said. Without saying anything, he leaned down and cupped my chin with his hand. He kissed me deeply. He was soft and sweet, much unlike the rough and rugged hockey player who I had thought he was. After we kissed, he wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up to carry me to the bedroom. We never left each other the whole way there, and when we arrived his dimly lit bedroom he slammed the door behind us and laid me down on the bed. I was trembling, but there was something surprisingly gentle about Enzo’s touch. I had expected a careless brute who only cared about getting himself off, but as he leaned over me and gave me a shockingly sweet, gentle smile, I realized that my assumptions were wrong. Enzo kissed me deeply again, his body pressing against mine. I felt myself relax beneath his touch as my heart began to patter, a wave of emotion washing over me that I hadn’t ever felt before. But there was something that he didn’t know; something that made me nervous and worried that he wouldn’t want to be with me that night after I told him. “I should tell you that I’ve never done this before,” I whispered. Enzo was silent for a few moments. I was worried he wouldn’t want to continue after learning this about me, but then he merely smirked. “I figured,” he replied, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose. “I’ll be gentle with you.” When Enzo touched me after that, he kept true to his promise to be gentle with me. As his hands ran along my body, I noticed that he kept looking up at me with his soft brown eyes as though he was checking on me, and he gave me time to relax before trying to take it further. I was nervous, but something about the way he looked at me gave me a little confidence, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I had been wrong about the hockey player. A few minutes later, he looked me deeply in the eyes as if to ask if I was ready. I was trembling all over, partially from nerves and partially from the tingling in my body. “Lingerie, huh?” he whispered, sounding somewhat amused when he saw my innerwear. I blushed. “Since you went to all that trouble, why don’t you give me a show?” Still blushing, I took a deep breath and did as he asked. My hands shook at first, but soon I began to gain a little more confidence from the way that he looked at me with so much fire in his eyes, and I didn’t feel so nervous. Finally, I revealed myself to him as the last of my clothes hit the floor. Enzo’s eyes were wide as he gazed at me, but the slight smirk on his face never left. Then, with a soft smile, he held his hand out for me. I took it, feeling how small my hand was in his calloused palm, and couldn’t ignore the way my heart fluttered when he pulled me close. We laid beneath the sheets after that, our limbs tangled together and our hearts so close I could feel it beating through his ribcage. I was scared at first, but Enzo reassured me that it was okay. “I’ll be gentle. I promise,” he whispered gently, cradling me close to him. …… When it was over, Enzo and I laid in bed for a minute before he got up and put on his underwear. I sat up, feeling both heavenly and ashamed of myself. There was something different about Enzo now; his body language seemed more wild and dominant, and when he looked at me, his pupils were dilated. His eyes almost seemed like a different color. He smiled at me then and his teeth were sharp and glistening. My heart started to race as I felt like he was a wolf and I was his prey. Swallowing, I stood and put the rest of my clothes on. “See you around.” Before Enzo could reply, I rushed out of the bedroom and left the dorm. What was that look he gave me? Why did he look so… feral? Chapter 3 It was almost four o’clock in the morning by the time I finally returned to my dorm. Jessica and Lori were already asleep in their rooms judging from how dark and quiet everything was. The suite was a mess from the party and we would no doubt be spending the next day cleaning, but I was too hungover and tired to care at the moment. It appeared as though Lori and Jessica must have changed my sheets for me though, which I would have to thank them for in the morning. I wouldn’t have been able to sleep on the same sheets that Justin and Lisa had lied on. As I lay in bed trying to sleep, I was kept awake by my regrets. Had I just given myself to a near-stranger? A womanizer? All to get revenge against Justin and Lisa? I had never been so impulsive like this, especially when it came to love. Right now, I felt embarrassed and ashamed of this blunder. Enzo was incredibly attractive and the time we spent together was wonderful, but right now, I just wanted to forget about it. When I woke the next morning, my head pounded and my stomach hurt from all of the drinks from the night before. I rolled out of bed, ignoring my appearance as I stumbled into the kitchen in my oversized t-shirt and shorts. I just needed some coffee. “You know, you could’ve at least told us where you went last night,” Lori said from her usual spot at the kitchen island. She had a cup of coffee in front of her and was reading A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. “I’m sorry,” I replied, my face turning red as I remembered what happened after the party. “I just needed to get out.” “Why didn’t you tell us that you and Justin were a thing?” Jessica suddenly said, emerging from her room with a towel around her hair while she wore a fluffy pink robe and bunny slippers. She folded her arms and glared at me, pouting. I hung my head low as I poured myself a cup of coffee. I tried to hide it as the tears started to well up, but it was no use. Jessica rushed over to me and wrapped her arms around me while Lori watched with a sorry expression on her face. “I’m sorry,” I said between sobs. “H-He told me he just wanted to wait until the right time to make our relationship public. I t-thought he was just being a gentleman.” “Trash,” Lori replied. “Most of them, anyway. Don’t beat yourself up over it. You can do way better than Justin Thurlow.” Jessica nodded and rubbed my back, agreeing with Lori. “Yeah,” she said. “Screw boys. You’re smart and hot and you’re gonna be a doctor! Who needs boys? C’mon, let’s go get some breakfast.” Jessica and Lori were right. Boys were just a waste of time, and I had more important things to think about. I changed into my usual jeans and hoodie, brushed and braided my hair, and went with my roommates to the dining hall. “Oh my god!” Jessica exclaimed as we approached the dining hall. She squealed and pointed at none other than Enzo coming out the door. Jessica’s excitement garnered the attention of other nearby girls, who also squealed and waved as Enzo approached. I grabbed my hair and used it to shield my face. I just wanted to shrink down into myself. Why did I have to run into Enzo right now, the morning after what we had done? To make matters worse, he approached us and stood in front of us. Even Lori seemed a bit excited at his presence. Did he even remember our night together, or was he confused by how strangely I was acting? “Hi, Enzo!” Jessica said, twirling a bit of her hair around her finger. “Are you excited about the homecoming game today?” I kept my gaze fixed on the ground, letting my bangs fall into my face, but I could feel Enzo’s stern gaze on me. “Yeah,” he replied. “Although, it’s not as exciting when we always know we’re gonna crush the other team. I hope they put up a good fight.” Jessica giggled like a giddy schoolgirl. I took a chance and glanced up, hoping to see Enzo walking away, but was met instead by his strong gaze fixed on me. He looked far less animalistic now; maybe his appearance last night was just a trick of the light or a result of the drink. Enzo had his arms folded as he looked at me. He looked almost disapproving. Was he upset that I walked out on him last night? It hardly seemed likely, given his reputation, but my heart still ached a bit. “You ready for practice, Enzo?” another guy said, striding up to us. He looked Jessica up and down hungrily, then glanced at me before looking at Enzo. Enzo nodded and stuck his hands in his pockets, his eyes still on me. “Yeah. Let’s go.” Later that afternoon, after we had cleaned up the dorm, I was in my room studying for an upcoming biology exam when Jessica came into my room. She was wearing a pleated pink mini-skirt, a fuzzy white sweater, and white sneakers with leg warmers. She had a full face of makeup on and her hair was curled perfectly. “Oh my god, you’re not ready yet?” she said, storming over to me and snapping my book shut unceremoniously. “Hey!” I said, throwing my pen down on my desk. “I was studying.” “Studying can wait,” Jessica replied. “Come on, let’s go to the hockey game! I heard some rumors that Enzo is planning on using some new moves.” My heart leaped up into my throat. “I’m not going,” I said, opening my book up to the page I was on. Jessica clearly didn’t like my response, because she stamped her foot on the ground angrily. “Aw, come on!” she whined. “You’re not really gonna make me go alone, are you?” I didn’t have the heart to tell my friend the truth about where I was last night. If she knew that I slept with Enzo, she would be heartbroken. Jessica had been pining away for Enzo since our first semester. He had never given her too much attention, but still, she went to all of his games, cheered him on, and even watched all the live streams of his tournaments online. She always talked about how he was a genius, how his physical abilities were godlike, and how he easily won every game he competed in. “Come on,” Jessica whined again. “Please? For me?” She batted her eyelashes. I sighed and closed my book again, rubbing my tired eyes. “Alright,” I replied, although I really just wanted to hide in my room and never see the star hockey player again. “I’ll go. But you owe me.” Jessica grinned and pranced out of the room while I got ready. I wanted to blend in, so I just wore a hoodie with the university logo on it and jeans. Jessica seemed a bit disappointed in my outfit choice but didn’t say anything as we made our way to the hockey arena. The whole way there, Jessica prattled on about Enzo. “His figure is just so perfect,” she said. “All of those appear in my dreams!” I hated to admit it, but hearing Jessica talk about Enzo made the memories of last night come flooding back… It made my body tingle. I tried to shake the thoughts out of my mind the best I could as we got in line to walk inside the arena, but I just couldn’t. The feeling of Enzo’s strong eyes on me as we were together, our limbs intertwined, was burned into my memory. I only hoped that I could leave this game without being seen by Enzo or Justin. Chapter 4 We walked inside the arena, which was already packed full of excited students. Half of the arena was reserved for our university, while the other half was reserved for the other university. Our school colors were burgundy and gold -- the other university was blue and black. “Let’s find a good seat,” Jessica said. I followed her up the stairs, then we shimmied between rows of seats toward a couple of empty spots. Once we had our seats, I could hear the conversation between other girls around me; their talking points mostly centered around Enzo. “Do you think he’ll make us succeed again?” “Of course! Enzo always plays perfectly.” “I feel so lucky just to be attending the same university as him!” I cringed a bit at the conversation and scrolled on my phone while I waited for the game to start. Beside me, Jessica pulled out a pair of binoculars and started scouring the ice rink. I can see the cheerleaders performing an energetic opening dance on ice skates before the game, with Lisa in the lead. She looked dazzling in her skimpy uniform, with her perfectly tanned legs and her hair pulled up into a high ponytail with a bow. She waved her pom poms around to hype the crowd up. Looking at the girl who stole my boyfriend made me sick. I had never been much of a sports fan, but the way the crowd was getting excited made me excited, too. As the hockey players skated out onto the rink, some of them skated up to certain cheerleaders who were their girlfriends and kissed them publicly. I could see Justin and Lisa exchanging glances. Justin had never brought me to his games, even though we had been dating for a couple of months. When I did go to his games, he never paid any attention to me until after. I thought that he was just shy at the time, but now I knew that he just didn’t want Lisa to see us together. “Don’t pay any attention to Justin,” Jessica said, handing me the binoculars so I could see better. “He’s not worth your time.” I took the binoculars and peered through them. For some reason, I searched for Enzo. I didn’t know why I wanted to see him so badly, but I did. And he saw me. Somehow, despite the thousands of students in this massive arena, Enzo looked directly at me. It was as though he had a sixth sense, like he knew exactly where I was without even having to think. Even from here, I could see the hint of wildness in his eyes from the night before; like I was his prey. I quickly gave the binoculars back to Jessica as my face turned red. Enzo turned away and skated out to the middle of the rink, skating around in circles and pumping his hockey stick in the air while the crowd cheered. All around me, girls screamed and swooned while guys whooped and hollered. The game started. I lost sight of the puck quickly, but was able to follow the game by watching Enzo, who skated as fast as lightning and moved nimbly around the rink as though he was born with ice skates on his feet. He would perform quick moves with his hockey stick to fake out the opponents, hitting the puck between their legs to one of his teammates before zooming away. He moved so quickly that he was almost like a flash. For some reason, it seemed almost supernatural to me… but no one else seemed to notice, so I figured that it was just in my head. Soon, the opponents became frustrated and aggressive. One player in particular -- I think he was the captain of the other team -- started following Enzo closely and trying to trip him up. “C’mon, Enzo!” Jessica shouted. “I hope he doesn’t get hurt,” another girl said from beside me, sitting up in her seat to see over someone in front of us. Enzo scored a goal, and suddenly, the other team’s captain threw his stick and his helmet down on the ice and tackled Enzo. The crowd gasped as they tussled on the ice. The other player threw punches at Enzo while Enzo only blocked and dodged, clearly not wanting to hurt the other player. It was now that I finally realized how much pressure was on Enzo as the star hockey player. I held my breath as I watched the fight, images of us that night flashing in my mind. For some reason, I cared enough about Enzo to not want him to get hurt. I didn’t care to look at Justin for even a second. The referee blew his whistle and broke up the fight. The crowd cheered as Enzo stood and put his helmet back on, covering his curly hair. The other player was put on the bench for his behavior and the game continued with a penalty for the other team. During halftime, the cheerleaders returned to the rink and began their halftime show. “You hungry?” I said to Jessica. She looked at me and shrugged, too involved in her conversation with another girl about how charming Enzo looked dodging the unsportsmanlike competitor during the fight. As long as I had known her, Jessica always had an easy time making friends. I didn’t mind it, because I was more introverted and appreciated the fact that she usually took control of all of the socializing at things like this. I stood and shimmied out of our row, then went down the bleachers toward the food stands. My stomach was growling and the smell of soft pretzels was making me even more hungry. “One soft pretzel, please,” I said to the vendor. “And water, too.” I handed my money to the vendor and waited for my pretzel. Just then, I felt someone watching me and turned around to see none other than Enzo. He was standing with his teammates by the side of the rink as they rested and drank water, but he was staring right at me. His eyes almost glowed. My heart started to race as I found myself unable to break away from his strong gaze. Something about him made me want to walk over to him as if I was in a trance… “Miss? Hello?” The vendor broke me out of my trance. He was holding out my pretzel and my water. “Oh… Sorry,” I said. “Thank you.” I took my pretzel. When I turned back, Enzo was no longer looking at me and was instead entrenched in a conversation with a teammate as though he hadn’t just been staring into my soul. I considered going back to Jessica, but after the encounter with Enzo finding me in the massive crowd and staring at me just now, I only wanted to leave. I decided to make up an excuse later and just go home; Jessica had made some friends already and probably wouldn’t even notice my absence. She could fill me in on the results of the game later. I left the arena, tossing my uneaten pretzel in the trash on the way out as my stomach suddenly felt too sick to eat. The cool autumn air was a bit of a relief as I walked back to the dorms, although I still felt stifled like I was being watched… or hunted. How was Enzo able to spot me in the crowd like that? And why did he always look so animalistic and hungry when he looked at me? I had never heard any of his many other flings complain of such a thing, so maybe it was all in my head. It had to be. Why else would Enzo seem like such a predator? | Listen to books | 145 | https://facebook.com/100093148902033 | 0 | LEARN_MORE | 1692255600 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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You never play with girls more than once. You should be thanking me because I’m just making it easy for you.” “Is that what you really think of me?” Enzo asked. He didn’t try to hide his voice at all. For some reason, I felt more confident confronting him now. “Everyone knows you’re a player who only has fun with girls once before moving on to the next,” I said, stepping around him. He didn’t block me this time, but turned and frowned. “Well, you’re different,” he replied. Was this some sort of prank? The hockey captain, the star of the school, and a player thought I was “different” enough to keep talking to me after we spent a night together? I wondered if Lisa or Justin put him up to this to rub it in that I would never find love. Enzo stepped closer to me and brushed a bit of hair out of my eyes, finally lowering his voice to a whisper. “I want to have a second time with you.” Chapter 1 Nina It was the night of my coming-of-age party. I was most of all excited for one thing: tonight, Justin would finally announce that he was my boyfriend. Justin and I had been seeing each other for a couple of months now, but we had kept things under wraps so far. Frankly, I would have preferred to make our relationship public right away -- he was one of the most handsome and popular guys on campus, and was on the hockey team -- but he insisted that we wait until the right time. “I want to save announcing our relationship for a special night, baby,” he had told me. I had been asking when he would make our relationship public for a while, but maybe he was right; it was best to wait until a special time. That meant that he really loved me, right? As I stood in front of the mirror and admired myself, I felt confident that Justin would make our relationship public tonight. I prepared a surprise for him under my outfit now because I was certain that we would finally spend our first night together. Aside from the surprise above, which was a hot red lace set that I picked out at the mall a couple of days before the party, I was wearing a short, tight skirt that showed off my curves, a pink crop top, and heels. I wore red lipstick and black eyeliner, too. I felt a bit awkward wearing an outfit like this, as I usually dressed in jeans and hoodies; but my roommates, Jessica and Lori, insisted that I dress up for the party. The only thing that I kept the same about myself tonight was my hair, which had bangs and two long braids. I always wore my hair like this and never liked it any other way. Some people said it was childish, but I thought it was cute and practical. “You look so hot, Nina!” Jessica said as I came out of the room. “The guys are gonna be all over you!” I didn’t say anything about Justin. Even my own roommates didn’t know about our relationship. Lori looked at her phone and took another swig of her drink. “Everyone should be here any minute,” she said in her low, sultry voice. Lori was the quintessential “goth girl” on campus, which was a stark contrast from Jessica’s bubbly nature and my studious attitude. Somehow, though, we were all best friends. Just then, the door burst open with the first guests arriving. The group of guys and girls flooded in, whooping and hollering, excited for the party. With a grin, Jessica cranked up the music and started greeting people while I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. Lori walked over to the couch and sat down, scrolling on her phone; she really only ever came to parties for food and drink. Soon enough, the suite was full of people. The LED lights flashed red, green, and blue while the music played loudly, and the guests started getting excited and playing games. The main attraction seemed to be the bar table, where the boys competed like their lives depended on it, but people also hung out around the seating area, played games, and talk on the balcony. A while into the party, Justin finally arrived. I got excited, but instead of coming over to me and greeting me, he simply made a beeline for the bar table and joined the game. During a lull in the game, I sent Justin a text: “Well? Are we gonna announce it?” I watched from the corner as he pulled out his phone, read the text, then pocketed his phone again. He looked at me and subtly shrugged, then returned to his game as though he didn’t even know me. “Are you okay?” Jessica said, coming over to me with an extra drink in her hand for me. I shrugged. “I’m just not much of a partier, that’s all,” I said. “You just need a little courage, that’s all!” she said, clinking her bottle with mine and taking a big swig. I looked down at my drink and frowned. Jessica was right, but the drink wasn’t going to cut it -- not with how Justin was treating me tonight. “How about something more exciting?” I said. Jessica’s eyes lit up and she turned around to face the group, cupping her hands around her mouth to shout. “Hey everyone!” she shouted. “The birthday girl wants shots!” By my seventh shot, however, I started to feel woozy and felt like I was going to throw up. I stumbled down the hall to the bathroom and made it to the toilet just in time. When I was done throwing up, I stood up and made my way over to the sink, where I splashed some cold water on my face and took some deep breaths to sober myself up. I looked at my smudged makeup and my messy hair in the mirror, trying not to cry as I thought about Justin. Why was he treating me like this? Just a few days ago, we were making out behind the hockey arena and now he was acting like he didn’t even know me. Was he just nervous about announcing our relationship, or was it something else? Taking another deep breath and wiping the tears off of my face, I straightened up and decided to go talk to Justin. When I left the bathroom, however, he wasn’t anywhere to be found. “Hey, have you seen Justin?” I asked a guest. She just shrugged her shoulders and pointed toward my bedroom. Maybe he just went inside to be alone for a minute, which would give us some time to talk. I made my way over to my room, weaving drunkenly through the crowd. When I opened the door, however, I wished that I had just stayed away. Justin wasn’t alone. He was with another girl -- it was Lisa, the cheerleading captain. They were tangled together, Justin’s pants pulled down and Lisa’s clothes on the floor. “What is happening!” I screamed. The party went silent, aside from the music, which someone quickly shut off. Justin and Lisa sat up in my bed; Justin looked even more drunk and high than before, but immediately jumped up when he saw me and yanked his pants up. “Nina, it’s not what it looks like,” he said, stumbling toward me while Lisa simply stood up with a smirk, smoothing down her skirt. She strutted out of the room and bumped me with her shoulder on the way out as I continued to stare at Justin in shock and disbelief. Justin stammered as he tried to explain himself. “I’m so sorry, I-” “Justin…” I interrupted, my voice shaking. “We. Are. Done.” Without another word, I turned away and stormed out of the suite with Jessica and Lori calling after me. I walked out of the dorms into the cool spring air, turning this way and that for a bit before deciding to make my way toward town. I walked for a while, fuming the entire time and muttering to myself until I finally made it to a local bar. I nodded gratefully as the bartender poured me a glass, and I sipped it miserably while he disappeared into the kitchen. I pulled my phone out of my pocket to see that I had several missed calls and “Where are you?!?” texts from Jessica and Lori, but I ignored them and tossed my phone down on the bar, taking a big swig and cursing to myself. “Yeah, I hate my phone, too,” a male voice said from beside me. I looked over to see a guy pulling up a barstool a couple of seats down. He was wearing a red flannel shirt and a sharp jawline. He was muscular, too. “I hate everything right now,” I said, swirling my drink around in my glass with my straw. “How come?” The boy looked at me, and just then, I came to a shocking realization: this was Enzo, Justin’s hockey captain, the star of the school, every girl’s dream boy. And he was sitting next to me, in this quiet dive bar, talking to me. Chapter 2 Enzo must have noticed the expression on my face when I finally recognized him, because he smirked and held out a napkin for me. “Your makeup is smudged.” I blushed and grabbed the napkin from his hand, using it to wipe away my makeup while Enzo continued to stare at me. “Rough night?” he said once I finished cleaning up my makeup. “I guess you could say that,” I replied. “You know,” he said, his deep brown eyes studying my face, “you look better without makeup.” His words made me blush even more. What were the odds that the hockey captain would be hitting on me on the night of my birthday, right after my boyfriend had cheated on me? “Do you treat all the girls like this?” I said suddenly, surprised and embarrassed at my own question. It must have been the drink. Enzo simply smirked again and finished the last of his drink. He reached forward and brushed a bit of hair out of my face. “If you’re so intrigued by how I treat girls, why don’t you come and see it for yourself? I live in Dorm B, fourth floor. Room 409.” His voice was low and sultry, and as we leaned closer together, I felt my breathing become slower and more aroused. I frowned then and pulled away. I needed comfort tonight, but not that sort of comfort. “No way,” I said, crossing my arms. “I know your reputation. You’re a player.” “So what if I am?” Enzo murmured. “It’s your decision, but my room is open to you all night. You can just walk right in. No need to knock.” With that, Enzo sat back up and tossed some money down on the bar. “I’ll pay for the lady’s drink,” he said to the bartender, then threw his jacket over his shoulder and sauntered out of the bar. I kept sipping my drink while I thought about the unexpected proposition. Enzo was well-known as an adonis, a handsome player. Ever since Enzo and Lisa -- the cheerleader who stole my boyfriend -- broke up last semester, Enzo became known around the campus for being a bit of a player. He never had another girlfriend after Lisa, and seemed uninterested with women when it came to knowing them for more than one night. I had never been interested in those deeds. In high school, I was nerdy and never had a chance with any of the boys. The one time I thought I had a chance when the football quarterback asked me to prom, it turned out to be a prank. The whole school laughed at me as I showed up in my blue dress, excited to dance with the quarterback, only for him to trip me and make me fall on the dance floor. “Why would I want you?” he had said, pointing and laughing. “Fatty Nina will never have a boyfriend!” After that, I swore that I would just focus on my studies. I eventually grew out of that phase once I started college, and lots of boys tried to get me to hook up with them, but I just wasn’t interested. If I was going to let a boy interrupt my studies, he would have to be perfect. I had thought that Justin would be the one. He seemed so sweet and kind, but I guess that wasn’t the case. After this, I felt like never falling in love again. “Sorry to say this, young lady, but the bar’s closing soon,” the bartender said, breaking me out of my deep thought. I nodded and finished off the last of my drink, then stood and left the bar. The thought of going home right now almost made me sick. Maybe I didn’t have to go home tonight. I showed up at Enzo’s place a little while later. Before I walked in, I hesitated for a little while as I considered just keeping my dignity and going home. But I was all dressed up tonight with expensive lingerie, and besides… with Justin and Lisa’s double betrayal, what would be a better way to get back at them both? Taking a deep breath, I turned the knob and walked into Enzo’s dorm. He was sitting on the couch when I arrived, as though he had been waiting for me. “Changed your mind, eh?” he said, standing and crossing the room toward me. He was much taller than me, and muscular to boot. This close, I could smell his cologne. It sent a shiver down my spine. “So,” he said, “what changed your mind? I thought my reputation scared you.” “I just… Could use a little comfort,” I said. Without saying anything, he leaned down and cupped my chin with his hand. He kissed me deeply. He was soft and sweet, much unlike the rough and rugged hockey player who I had thought he was. After we kissed, he wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up to carry me to the bedroom. We never left each other the whole way there, and when we arrived his dimly lit bedroom he slammed the door behind us and laid me down on the bed. I was trembling, but there was something surprisingly gentle about Enzo’s touch. I had expected a careless brute who only cared about getting himself off, but as he leaned over me and gave me a shockingly sweet, gentle smile, I realized that my assumptions were wrong. Enzo kissed me deeply again, his body pressing against mine. I felt myself relax beneath his touch as my heart began to patter, a wave of emotion washing over me that I hadn’t ever felt before. But there was something that he didn’t know; something that made me nervous and worried that he wouldn’t want to be with me that night after I told him. “I should tell you that I’ve never done this before,” I whispered. Enzo was silent for a few moments. I was worried he wouldn’t want to continue after learning this about me, but then he merely smirked. “I figured,” he replied, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose. “I’ll be gentle with you.” When Enzo touched me after that, he kept true to his promise to be gentle with me. As his hands ran along my body, I noticed that he kept looking up at me with his soft brown eyes as though he was checking on me, and he gave me time to relax before trying to take it further. I was nervous, but something about the way he looked at me gave me a little confidence, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I had been wrong about the hockey player. A few minutes later, he looked me deeply in the eyes as if to ask if I was ready. I was trembling all over, partially from nerves and partially from the tingling in my body. “Lingerie, huh?” he whispered, sounding somewhat amused when he saw my innerwear. I blushed. “Since you went to all that trouble, why don’t you give me a show?” Still blushing, I took a deep breath and did as he asked. My hands shook at first, but soon I began to gain a little more confidence from the way that he looked at me with so much fire in his eyes, and I didn’t feel so nervous. Finally, I revealed myself to him as the last of my clothes hit the floor. Enzo’s eyes were wide as he gazed at me, but the slight smirk on his face never left. Then, with a soft smile, he held his hand out for me. I took it, feeling how small my hand was in his calloused palm, and couldn’t ignore the way my heart fluttered when he pulled me close. We laid beneath the sheets after that, our limbs tangled together and our hearts so close I could feel it beating through his ribcage. I was scared at first, but Enzo reassured me that it was okay. “I’ll be gentle. I promise,” he whispered gently, cradling me close to him. …… When it was over, Enzo and I laid in bed for a minute before he got up and put on his underwear. I sat up, feeling both heavenly and ashamed of myself. There was something different about Enzo now; his body language seemed more wild and dominant, and when he looked at me, his pupils were dilated. His eyes almost seemed like a different color. He smiled at me then and his teeth were sharp and glistening. My heart started to race as I felt like he was a wolf and I was his prey. Swallowing, I stood and put the rest of my clothes on. “See you around.” Before Enzo could reply, I rushed out of the bedroom and left the dorm. What was that look he gave me? Why did he look so… feral? Chapter 3 It was almost four o’clock in the morning by the time I finally returned to my dorm. Jessica and Lori were already asleep in their rooms judging from how dark and quiet everything was. The suite was a mess from the party and we would no doubt be spending the next day cleaning, but I was too hungover and tired to care at the moment. It appeared as though Lori and Jessica must have changed my sheets for me though, which I would have to thank them for in the morning. I wouldn’t have been able to sleep on the same sheets that Justin and Lisa had lied on. As I lay in bed trying to sleep, I was kept awake by my regrets. Had I just given myself to a near-stranger? A womanizer? All to get revenge against Justin and Lisa? I had never been so impulsive like this, especially when it came to love. Right now, I felt embarrassed and ashamed of this blunder. Enzo was incredibly attractive and the time we spent together was wonderful, but right now, I just wanted to forget about it. When I woke the next morning, my head pounded and my stomach hurt from all of the drinks from the night before. I rolled out of bed, ignoring my appearance as I stumbled into the kitchen in my oversized t-shirt and shorts. I just needed some coffee. “You know, you could’ve at least told us where you went last night,” Lori said from her usual spot at the kitchen island. She had a cup of coffee in front of her and was reading A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. “I’m sorry,” I replied, my face turning red as I remembered what happened after the party. “I just needed to get out.” “Why didn’t you tell us that you and Justin were a thing?” Jessica suddenly said, emerging from her room with a towel around her hair while she wore a fluffy pink robe and bunny slippers. She folded her arms and glared at me, pouting. I hung my head low as I poured myself a cup of coffee. I tried to hide it as the tears started to well up, but it was no use. Jessica rushed over to me and wrapped her arms around me while Lori watched with a sorry expression on her face. “I’m sorry,” I said between sobs. “H-He told me he just wanted to wait until the right time to make our relationship public. I t-thought he was just being a gentleman.” “Trash,” Lori replied. “Most of them, anyway. Don’t beat yourself up over it. You can do way better than Justin Thurlow.” Jessica nodded and rubbed my back, agreeing with Lori. “Yeah,” she said. “Screw boys. You’re smart and hot and you’re gonna be a doctor! Who needs boys? C’mon, let’s go get some breakfast.” Jessica and Lori were right. Boys were just a waste of time, and I had more important things to think about. I changed into my usual jeans and hoodie, brushed and braided my hair, and went with my roommates to the dining hall. “Oh my god!” Jessica exclaimed as we approached the dining hall. She squealed and pointed at none other than Enzo coming out the door. Jessica’s excitement garnered the attention of other nearby girls, who also squealed and waved as Enzo approached. I grabbed my hair and used it to shield my face. I just wanted to shrink down into myself. Why did I have to run into Enzo right now, the morning after what we had done? To make matters worse, he approached us and stood in front of us. Even Lori seemed a bit excited at his presence. Did he even remember our night together, or was he confused by how strangely I was acting? “Hi, Enzo!” Jessica said, twirling a bit of her hair around her finger. “Are you excited about the homecoming game today?” I kept my gaze fixed on the ground, letting my bangs fall into my face, but I could feel Enzo’s stern gaze on me. “Yeah,” he replied. “Although, it’s not as exciting when we always know we’re gonna crush the other team. I hope they put up a good fight.” Jessica giggled like a giddy schoolgirl. I took a chance and glanced up, hoping to see Enzo walking away, but was met instead by his strong gaze fixed on me. He looked far less animalistic now; maybe his appearance last night was just a trick of the light or a result of the drink. Enzo had his arms folded as he looked at me. He looked almost disapproving. Was he upset that I walked out on him last night? It hardly seemed likely, given his reputation, but my heart still ached a bit. “You ready for practice, Enzo?” another guy said, striding up to us. He looked Jessica up and down hungrily, then glanced at me before looking at Enzo. Enzo nodded and stuck his hands in his pockets, his eyes still on me. “Yeah. Let’s go.” Later that afternoon, after we had cleaned up the dorm, I was in my room studying for an upcoming biology exam when Jessica came into my room. She was wearing a pleated pink mini-skirt, a fuzzy white sweater, and white sneakers with leg warmers. She had a full face of makeup on and her hair was curled perfectly. “Oh my god, you’re not ready yet?” she said, storming over to me and snapping my book shut unceremoniously. “Hey!” I said, throwing my pen down on my desk. “I was studying.” “Studying can wait,” Jessica replied. “Come on, let’s go to the hockey game! I heard some rumors that Enzo is planning on using some new moves.” My heart leaped up into my throat. “I’m not going,” I said, opening my book up to the page I was on. Jessica clearly didn’t like my response, because she stamped her foot on the ground angrily. “Aw, come on!” she whined. “You’re not really gonna make me go alone, are you?” I didn’t have the heart to tell my friend the truth about where I was last night. If she knew that I slept with Enzo, she would be heartbroken. Jessica had been pining away for Enzo since our first semester. He had never given her too much attention, but still, she went to all of his games, cheered him on, and even watched all the live streams of his tournaments online. She always talked about how he was a genius, how his physical abilities were godlike, and how he easily won every game he competed in. “Come on,” Jessica whined again. “Please? For me?” She batted her eyelashes. I sighed and closed my book again, rubbing my tired eyes. “Alright,” I replied, although I really just wanted to hide in my room and never see the star hockey player again. “I’ll go. But you owe me.” Jessica grinned and pranced out of the room while I got ready. I wanted to blend in, so I just wore a hoodie with the university logo on it and jeans. Jessica seemed a bit disappointed in my outfit choice but didn’t say anything as we made our way to the hockey arena. The whole way there, Jessica prattled on about Enzo. “His figure is just so perfect,” she said. “All of those appear in my dreams!” I hated to admit it, but hearing Jessica talk about Enzo made the memories of last night come flooding back… It made my body tingle. I tried to shake the thoughts out of my mind the best I could as we got in line to walk inside the arena, but I just couldn’t. The feeling of Enzo’s strong eyes on me as we were together, our limbs intertwined, was burned into my memory. I only hoped that I could leave this game without being seen by Enzo or Justin. Chapter 4 We walked inside the arena, which was already packed full of excited students. Half of the arena was reserved for our university, while the other half was reserved for the other university. Our school colors were burgundy and gold -- the other university was blue and black. “Let’s find a good seat,” Jessica said. I followed her up the stairs, then we shimmied between rows of seats toward a couple of empty spots. Once we had our seats, I could hear the conversation between other girls around me; their talking points mostly centered around Enzo. “Do you think he’ll make us succeed again?” “Of course! Enzo always plays perfectly.” “I feel so lucky just to be attending the same university as him!” I cringed a bit at the conversation and scrolled on my phone while I waited for the game to start. Beside me, Jessica pulled out a pair of binoculars and started scouring the ice rink. I can see the cheerleaders performing an energetic opening dance on ice skates before the game, with Lisa in the lead. She looked dazzling in her skimpy uniform, with her perfectly tanned legs and her hair pulled up into a high ponytail with a bow. She waved her pom poms around to hype the crowd up. Looking at the girl who stole my boyfriend made me sick. I had never been much of a sports fan, but the way the crowd was getting excited made me excited, too. As the hockey players skated out onto the rink, some of them skated up to certain cheerleaders who were their girlfriends and kissed them publicly. I could see Justin and Lisa exchanging glances. Justin had never brought me to his games, even though we had been dating for a couple of months. When I did go to his games, he never paid any attention to me until after. I thought that he was just shy at the time, but now I knew that he just didn’t want Lisa to see us together. “Don’t pay any attention to Justin,” Jessica said, handing me the binoculars so I could see better. “He’s not worth your time.” I took the binoculars and peered through them. For some reason, I searched for Enzo. I didn’t know why I wanted to see him so badly, but I did. And he saw me. Somehow, despite the thousands of students in this massive arena, Enzo looked directly at me. It was as though he had a sixth sense, like he knew exactly where I was without even having to think. Even from here, I could see the hint of wildness in his eyes from the night before; like I was his prey. I quickly gave the binoculars back to Jessica as my face turned red. Enzo turned away and skated out to the middle of the rink, skating around in circles and pumping his hockey stick in the air while the crowd cheered. All around me, girls screamed and swooned while guys whooped and hollered. The game started. I lost sight of the puck quickly, but was able to follow the game by watching Enzo, who skated as fast as lightning and moved nimbly around the rink as though he was born with ice skates on his feet. He would perform quick moves with his hockey stick to fake out the opponents, hitting the puck between their legs to one of his teammates before zooming away. He moved so quickly that he was almost like a flash. For some reason, it seemed almost supernatural to me… but no one else seemed to notice, so I figured that it was just in my head. Soon, the opponents became frustrated and aggressive. One player in particular -- I think he was the captain of the other team -- started following Enzo closely and trying to trip him up. “C’mon, Enzo!” Jessica shouted. “I hope he doesn’t get hurt,” another girl said from beside me, sitting up in her seat to see over someone in front of us. Enzo scored a goal, and suddenly, the other team’s captain threw his stick and his helmet down on the ice and tackled Enzo. The crowd gasped as they tussled on the ice. The other player threw punches at Enzo while Enzo only blocked and dodged, clearly not wanting to hurt the other player. It was now that I finally realized how much pressure was on Enzo as the star hockey player. I held my breath as I watched the fight, images of us that night flashing in my mind. For some reason, I cared enough about Enzo to not want him to get hurt. I didn’t care to look at Justin for even a second. The referee blew his whistle and broke up the fight. The crowd cheered as Enzo stood and put his helmet back on, covering his curly hair. The other player was put on the bench for his behavior and the game continued with a penalty for the other team. During halftime, the cheerleaders returned to the rink and began their halftime show. “You hungry?” I said to Jessica. She looked at me and shrugged, too involved in her conversation with another girl about how charming Enzo looked dodging the unsportsmanlike competitor during the fight. As long as I had known her, Jessica always had an easy time making friends. I didn’t mind it, because I was more introverted and appreciated the fact that she usually took control of all of the socializing at things like this. I stood and shimmied out of our row, then went down the bleachers toward the food stands. My stomach was growling and the smell of soft pretzels was making me even more hungry. “One soft pretzel, please,” I said to the vendor. “And water, too.” I handed my money to the vendor and waited for my pretzel. Just then, I felt someone watching me and turned around to see none other than Enzo. He was standing with his teammates by the side of the rink as they rested and drank water, but he was staring right at me. His eyes almost glowed. My heart started to race as I found myself unable to break away from his strong gaze. Something about him made me want to walk over to him as if I was in a trance… “Miss? Hello?” The vendor broke me out of my trance. He was holding out my pretzel and my water. “Oh… Sorry,” I said. “Thank you.” I took my pretzel. When I turned back, Enzo was no longer looking at me and was instead entrenched in a conversation with a teammate as though he hadn’t just been staring into my soul. I considered going back to Jessica, but after the encounter with Enzo finding me in the massive crowd and staring at me just now, I only wanted to leave. I decided to make up an excuse later and just go home; Jessica had made some friends already and probably wouldn’t even notice my absence. She could fill me in on the results of the game later. I left the arena, tossing my uneaten pretzel in the trash on the way out as my stomach suddenly felt too sick to eat. The cool autumn air was a bit of a relief as I walked back to the dorms, although I still felt stifled like I was being watched… or hunted. How was Enzo able to spot me in the crowd like that? And why did he always look so animalistic and hungry when he looked at me? I had never heard any of his many other flings complain of such a thing, so maybe it was all in my head. It had to be. Why else would Enzo seem like such a predator? | Listen to books | 145 | https://facebook.com/100093148902033 | 0 | LEARN_MORE | 1692255600 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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You never play with girls more than once. You should be thanking me because I’m just making it easy for you.” “Is that what you really think of me?” Enzo asked. He didn’t try to hide his voice at all. For some reason, I felt more confident confronting him now. “Everyone knows you’re a player who only has fun with girls once before moving on to the next,” I said, stepping around him. He didn’t block me this time, but turned and frowned. “Well, you’re different,” he replied. Was this some sort of prank? The hockey captain, the star of the school, and a player thought I was “different” enough to keep talking to me after we spent a night together? I wondered if Lisa or Justin put him up to this to rub it in that I would never find love. Enzo stepped closer to me and brushed a bit of hair out of my eyes, finally lowering his voice to a whisper. “I want to have a second time with you.” Chapter 1 Nina It was the night of my coming-of-age party. I was most of all excited for one thing: tonight, Justin would finally announce that he was my boyfriend. Justin and I had been seeing each other for a couple of months now, but we had kept things under wraps so far. Frankly, I would have preferred to make our relationship public right away -- he was one of the most handsome and popular guys on campus, and was on the hockey team -- but he insisted that we wait until the right time. “I want to save announcing our relationship for a special night, baby,” he had told me. I had been asking when he would make our relationship public for a while, but maybe he was right; it was best to wait until a special time. That meant that he really loved me, right? As I stood in front of the mirror and admired myself, I felt confident that Justin would make our relationship public tonight. I prepared a surprise for him under my outfit now because I was certain that we would finally spend our first night together. Aside from the surprise above, which was a hot red lace set that I picked out at the mall a couple of days before the party, I was wearing a short, tight skirt that showed off my curves, a pink crop top, and heels. I wore red lipstick and black eyeliner, too. I felt a bit awkward wearing an outfit like this, as I usually dressed in jeans and hoodies; but my roommates, Jessica and Lori, insisted that I dress up for the party. The only thing that I kept the same about myself tonight was my hair, which had bangs and two long braids. I always wore my hair like this and never liked it any other way. Some people said it was childish, but I thought it was cute and practical. “You look so hot, Nina!” Jessica said as I came out of the room. “The guys are gonna be all over you!” I didn’t say anything about Justin. Even my own roommates didn’t know about our relationship. Lori looked at her phone and took another swig of her drink. “Everyone should be here any minute,” she said in her low, sultry voice. Lori was the quintessential “goth girl” on campus, which was a stark contrast from Jessica’s bubbly nature and my studious attitude. Somehow, though, we were all best friends. Just then, the door burst open with the first guests arriving. The group of guys and girls flooded in, whooping and hollering, excited for the party. With a grin, Jessica cranked up the music and started greeting people while I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. Lori walked over to the couch and sat down, scrolling on her phone; she really only ever came to parties for food and drink. Soon enough, the suite was full of people. The LED lights flashed red, green, and blue while the music played loudly, and the guests started getting excited and playing games. The main attraction seemed to be the bar table, where the boys competed like their lives depended on it, but people also hung out around the seating area, played games, and talk on the balcony. A while into the party, Justin finally arrived. I got excited, but instead of coming over to me and greeting me, he simply made a beeline for the bar table and joined the game. During a lull in the game, I sent Justin a text: “Well? Are we gonna announce it?” I watched from the corner as he pulled out his phone, read the text, then pocketed his phone again. He looked at me and subtly shrugged, then returned to his game as though he didn’t even know me. “Are you okay?” Jessica said, coming over to me with an extra drink in her hand for me. I shrugged. “I’m just not much of a partier, that’s all,” I said. “You just need a little courage, that’s all!” she said, clinking her bottle with mine and taking a big swig. I looked down at my drink and frowned. Jessica was right, but the drink wasn’t going to cut it -- not with how Justin was treating me tonight. “How about something more exciting?” I said. Jessica’s eyes lit up and she turned around to face the group, cupping her hands around her mouth to shout. “Hey everyone!” she shouted. “The birthday girl wants shots!” By my seventh shot, however, I started to feel woozy and felt like I was going to throw up. I stumbled down the hall to the bathroom and made it to the toilet just in time. When I was done throwing up, I stood up and made my way over to the sink, where I splashed some cold water on my face and took some deep breaths to sober myself up. I looked at my smudged makeup and my messy hair in the mirror, trying not to cry as I thought about Justin. Why was he treating me like this? Just a few days ago, we were making out behind the hockey arena and now he was acting like he didn’t even know me. Was he just nervous about announcing our relationship, or was it something else? Taking another deep breath and wiping the tears off of my face, I straightened up and decided to go talk to Justin. When I left the bathroom, however, he wasn’t anywhere to be found. “Hey, have you seen Justin?” I asked a guest. She just shrugged her shoulders and pointed toward my bedroom. Maybe he just went inside to be alone for a minute, which would give us some time to talk. I made my way over to my room, weaving drunkenly through the crowd. When I opened the door, however, I wished that I had just stayed away. Justin wasn’t alone. He was with another girl -- it was Lisa, the cheerleading captain. They were tangled together, Justin’s pants pulled down and Lisa’s clothes on the floor. “What is happening!” I screamed. The party went silent, aside from the music, which someone quickly shut off. Justin and Lisa sat up in my bed; Justin looked even more drunk and high than before, but immediately jumped up when he saw me and yanked his pants up. “Nina, it’s not what it looks like,” he said, stumbling toward me while Lisa simply stood up with a smirk, smoothing down her skirt. She strutted out of the room and bumped me with her shoulder on the way out as I continued to stare at Justin in shock and disbelief. Justin stammered as he tried to explain himself. “I’m so sorry, I-” “Justin…” I interrupted, my voice shaking. “We. Are. Done.” Without another word, I turned away and stormed out of the suite with Jessica and Lori calling after me. I walked out of the dorms into the cool spring air, turning this way and that for a bit before deciding to make my way toward town. I walked for a while, fuming the entire time and muttering to myself until I finally made it to a local bar. I nodded gratefully as the bartender poured me a glass, and I sipped it miserably while he disappeared into the kitchen. I pulled my phone out of my pocket to see that I had several missed calls and “Where are you?!?” texts from Jessica and Lori, but I ignored them and tossed my phone down on the bar, taking a big swig and cursing to myself. “Yeah, I hate my phone, too,” a male voice said from beside me. I looked over to see a guy pulling up a barstool a couple of seats down. He was wearing a red flannel shirt and a sharp jawline. He was muscular, too. “I hate everything right now,” I said, swirling my drink around in my glass with my straw. “How come?” The boy looked at me, and just then, I came to a shocking realization: this was Enzo, Justin’s hockey captain, the star of the school, every girl’s dream boy. And he was sitting next to me, in this quiet dive bar, talking to me. Chapter 2 Enzo must have noticed the expression on my face when I finally recognized him, because he smirked and held out a napkin for me. “Your makeup is smudged.” I blushed and grabbed the napkin from his hand, using it to wipe away my makeup while Enzo continued to stare at me. “Rough night?” he said once I finished cleaning up my makeup. “I guess you could say that,” I replied. “You know,” he said, his deep brown eyes studying my face, “you look better without makeup.” His words made me blush even more. What were the odds that the hockey captain would be hitting on me on the night of my birthday, right after my boyfriend had cheated on me? “Do you treat all the girls like this?” I said suddenly, surprised and embarrassed at my own question. It must have been the drink. Enzo simply smirked again and finished the last of his drink. He reached forward and brushed a bit of hair out of my face. “If you’re so intrigued by how I treat girls, why don’t you come and see it for yourself? I live in Dorm B, fourth floor. Room 409.” His voice was low and sultry, and as we leaned closer together, I felt my breathing become slower and more aroused. I frowned then and pulled away. I needed comfort tonight, but not that sort of comfort. “No way,” I said, crossing my arms. “I know your reputation. You’re a player.” “So what if I am?” Enzo murmured. “It’s your decision, but my room is open to you all night. You can just walk right in. No need to knock.” With that, Enzo sat back up and tossed some money down on the bar. “I’ll pay for the lady’s drink,” he said to the bartender, then threw his jacket over his shoulder and sauntered out of the bar. I kept sipping my drink while I thought about the unexpected proposition. Enzo was well-known as an adonis, a handsome player. Ever since Enzo and Lisa -- the cheerleader who stole my boyfriend -- broke up last semester, Enzo became known around the campus for being a bit of a player. He never had another girlfriend after Lisa, and seemed uninterested with women when it came to knowing them for more than one night. I had never been interested in those deeds. In high school, I was nerdy and never had a chance with any of the boys. The one time I thought I had a chance when the football quarterback asked me to prom, it turned out to be a prank. The whole school laughed at me as I showed up in my blue dress, excited to dance with the quarterback, only for him to trip me and make me fall on the dance floor. “Why would I want you?” he had said, pointing and laughing. “Fatty Nina will never have a boyfriend!” After that, I swore that I would just focus on my studies. I eventually grew out of that phase once I started college, and lots of boys tried to get me to hook up with them, but I just wasn’t interested. If I was going to let a boy interrupt my studies, he would have to be perfect. I had thought that Justin would be the one. He seemed so sweet and kind, but I guess that wasn’t the case. After this, I felt like never falling in love again. “Sorry to say this, young lady, but the bar’s closing soon,” the bartender said, breaking me out of my deep thought. I nodded and finished off the last of my drink, then stood and left the bar. The thought of going home right now almost made me sick. Maybe I didn’t have to go home tonight. I showed up at Enzo’s place a little while later. Before I walked in, I hesitated for a little while as I considered just keeping my dignity and going home. But I was all dressed up tonight with expensive lingerie, and besides… with Justin and Lisa’s double betrayal, what would be a better way to get back at them both? Taking a deep breath, I turned the knob and walked into Enzo’s dorm. He was sitting on the couch when I arrived, as though he had been waiting for me. “Changed your mind, eh?” he said, standing and crossing the room toward me. He was much taller than me, and muscular to boot. This close, I could smell his cologne. It sent a shiver down my spine. “So,” he said, “what changed your mind? I thought my reputation scared you.” “I just… Could use a little comfort,” I said. Without saying anything, he leaned down and cupped my chin with his hand. He kissed me deeply. He was soft and sweet, much unlike the rough and rugged hockey player who I had thought he was. After we kissed, he wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up to carry me to the bedroom. We never left each other the whole way there, and when we arrived his dimly lit bedroom he slammed the door behind us and laid me down on the bed. I was trembling, but there was something surprisingly gentle about Enzo’s touch. I had expected a careless brute who only cared about getting himself off, but as he leaned over me and gave me a shockingly sweet, gentle smile, I realized that my assumptions were wrong. Enzo kissed me deeply again, his body pressing against mine. I felt myself relax beneath his touch as my heart began to patter, a wave of emotion washing over me that I hadn’t ever felt before. But there was something that he didn’t know; something that made me nervous and worried that he wouldn’t want to be with me that night after I told him. “I should tell you that I’ve never done this before,” I whispered. Enzo was silent for a few moments. I was worried he wouldn’t want to continue after learning this about me, but then he merely smirked. “I figured,” he replied, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose. “I’ll be gentle with you.” When Enzo touched me after that, he kept true to his promise to be gentle with me. As his hands ran along my body, I noticed that he kept looking up at me with his soft brown eyes as though he was checking on me, and he gave me time to relax before trying to take it further. I was nervous, but something about the way he looked at me gave me a little confidence, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I had been wrong about the hockey player. A few minutes later, he looked me deeply in the eyes as if to ask if I was ready. I was trembling all over, partially from nerves and partially from the tingling in my body. “Lingerie, huh?” he whispered, sounding somewhat amused when he saw my innerwear. I blushed. “Since you went to all that trouble, why don’t you give me a show?” Still blushing, I took a deep breath and did as he asked. My hands shook at first, but soon I began to gain a little more confidence from the way that he looked at me with so much fire in his eyes, and I didn’t feel so nervous. Finally, I revealed myself to him as the last of my clothes hit the floor. Enzo’s eyes were wide as he gazed at me, but the slight smirk on his face never left. Then, with a soft smile, he held his hand out for me. I took it, feeling how small my hand was in his calloused palm, and couldn’t ignore the way my heart fluttered when he pulled me close. We laid beneath the sheets after that, our limbs tangled together and our hearts so close I could feel it beating through his ribcage. I was scared at first, but Enzo reassured me that it was okay. “I’ll be gentle. I promise,” he whispered gently, cradling me close to him. …… When it was over, Enzo and I laid in bed for a minute before he got up and put on his underwear. I sat up, feeling both heavenly and ashamed of myself. There was something different about Enzo now; his body language seemed more wild and dominant, and when he looked at me, his pupils were dilated. His eyes almost seemed like a different color. He smiled at me then and his teeth were sharp and glistening. My heart started to race as I felt like he was a wolf and I was his prey. Swallowing, I stood and put the rest of my clothes on. “See you around.” Before Enzo could reply, I rushed out of the bedroom and left the dorm. What was that look he gave me? Why did he look so… feral? Chapter 3 It was almost four o’clock in the morning by the time I finally returned to my dorm. Jessica and Lori were already asleep in their rooms judging from how dark and quiet everything was. The suite was a mess from the party and we would no doubt be spending the next day cleaning, but I was too hungover and tired to care at the moment. It appeared as though Lori and Jessica must have changed my sheets for me though, which I would have to thank them for in the morning. I wouldn’t have been able to sleep on the same sheets that Justin and Lisa had lied on. As I lay in bed trying to sleep, I was kept awake by my regrets. Had I just given myself to a near-stranger? A womanizer? All to get revenge against Justin and Lisa? I had never been so impulsive like this, especially when it came to love. Right now, I felt embarrassed and ashamed of this blunder. Enzo was incredibly attractive and the time we spent together was wonderful, but right now, I just wanted to forget about it. When I woke the next morning, my head pounded and my stomach hurt from all of the drinks from the night before. I rolled out of bed, ignoring my appearance as I stumbled into the kitchen in my oversized t-shirt and shorts. I just needed some coffee. “You know, you could’ve at least told us where you went last night,” Lori said from her usual spot at the kitchen island. She had a cup of coffee in front of her and was reading A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. “I’m sorry,” I replied, my face turning red as I remembered what happened after the party. “I just needed to get out.” “Why didn’t you tell us that you and Justin were a thing?” Jessica suddenly said, emerging from her room with a towel around her hair while she wore a fluffy pink robe and bunny slippers. She folded her arms and glared at me, pouting. I hung my head low as I poured myself a cup of coffee. I tried to hide it as the tears started to well up, but it was no use. Jessica rushed over to me and wrapped her arms around me while Lori watched with a sorry expression on her face. “I’m sorry,” I said between sobs. “H-He told me he just wanted to wait until the right time to make our relationship public. I t-thought he was just being a gentleman.” “Trash,” Lori replied. “Most of them, anyway. Don’t beat yourself up over it. You can do way better than Justin Thurlow.” Jessica nodded and rubbed my back, agreeing with Lori. “Yeah,” she said. “Screw boys. You’re smart and hot and you’re gonna be a doctor! Who needs boys? C’mon, let’s go get some breakfast.” Jessica and Lori were right. Boys were just a waste of time, and I had more important things to think about. I changed into my usual jeans and hoodie, brushed and braided my hair, and went with my roommates to the dining hall. “Oh my god!” Jessica exclaimed as we approached the dining hall. She squealed and pointed at none other than Enzo coming out the door. Jessica’s excitement garnered the attention of other nearby girls, who also squealed and waved as Enzo approached. I grabbed my hair and used it to shield my face. I just wanted to shrink down into myself. Why did I have to run into Enzo right now, the morning after what we had done? To make matters worse, he approached us and stood in front of us. Even Lori seemed a bit excited at his presence. Did he even remember our night together, or was he confused by how strangely I was acting? “Hi, Enzo!” Jessica said, twirling a bit of her hair around her finger. “Are you excited about the homecoming game today?” I kept my gaze fixed on the ground, letting my bangs fall into my face, but I could feel Enzo’s stern gaze on me. “Yeah,” he replied. “Although, it’s not as exciting when we always know we’re gonna crush the other team. I hope they put up a good fight.” Jessica giggled like a giddy schoolgirl. I took a chance and glanced up, hoping to see Enzo walking away, but was met instead by his strong gaze fixed on me. He looked far less animalistic now; maybe his appearance last night was just a trick of the light or a result of the drink. Enzo had his arms folded as he looked at me. He looked almost disapproving. Was he upset that I walked out on him last night? It hardly seemed likely, given his reputation, but my heart still ached a bit. “You ready for practice, Enzo?” another guy said, striding up to us. He looked Jessica up and down hungrily, then glanced at me before looking at Enzo. Enzo nodded and stuck his hands in his pockets, his eyes still on me. “Yeah. Let’s go.” Later that afternoon, after we had cleaned up the dorm, I was in my room studying for an upcoming biology exam when Jessica came into my room. She was wearing a pleated pink mini-skirt, a fuzzy white sweater, and white sneakers with leg warmers. She had a full face of makeup on and her hair was curled perfectly. “Oh my god, you’re not ready yet?” she said, storming over to me and snapping my book shut unceremoniously. “Hey!” I said, throwing my pen down on my desk. “I was studying.” “Studying can wait,” Jessica replied. “Come on, let’s go to the hockey game! I heard some rumors that Enzo is planning on using some new moves.” My heart leaped up into my throat. “I’m not going,” I said, opening my book up to the page I was on. Jessica clearly didn’t like my response, because she stamped her foot on the ground angrily. “Aw, come on!” she whined. “You’re not really gonna make me go alone, are you?” I didn’t have the heart to tell my friend the truth about where I was last night. If she knew that I slept with Enzo, she would be heartbroken. Jessica had been pining away for Enzo since our first semester. He had never given her too much attention, but still, she went to all of his games, cheered him on, and even watched all the live streams of his tournaments online. She always talked about how he was a genius, how his physical abilities were godlike, and how he easily won every game he competed in. “Come on,” Jessica whined again. “Please? For me?” She batted her eyelashes. I sighed and closed my book again, rubbing my tired eyes. “Alright,” I replied, although I really just wanted to hide in my room and never see the star hockey player again. “I’ll go. But you owe me.” Jessica grinned and pranced out of the room while I got ready. I wanted to blend in, so I just wore a hoodie with the university logo on it and jeans. Jessica seemed a bit disappointed in my outfit choice but didn’t say anything as we made our way to the hockey arena. The whole way there, Jessica prattled on about Enzo. “His figure is just so perfect,” she said. “All of those appear in my dreams!” I hated to admit it, but hearing Jessica talk about Enzo made the memories of last night come flooding back… It made my body tingle. I tried to shake the thoughts out of my mind the best I could as we got in line to walk inside the arena, but I just couldn’t. The feeling of Enzo’s strong eyes on me as we were together, our limbs intertwined, was burned into my memory. I only hoped that I could leave this game without being seen by Enzo or Justin. Chapter 4 We walked inside the arena, which was already packed full of excited students. Half of the arena was reserved for our university, while the other half was reserved for the other university. Our school colors were burgundy and gold -- the other university was blue and black. “Let’s find a good seat,” Jessica said. I followed her up the stairs, then we shimmied between rows of seats toward a couple of empty spots. Once we had our seats, I could hear the conversation between other girls around me; their talking points mostly centered around Enzo. “Do you think he’ll make us succeed again?” “Of course! Enzo always plays perfectly.” “I feel so lucky just to be attending the same university as him!” I cringed a bit at the conversation and scrolled on my phone while I waited for the game to start. Beside me, Jessica pulled out a pair of binoculars and started scouring the ice rink. I can see the cheerleaders performing an energetic opening dance on ice skates before the game, with Lisa in the lead. She looked dazzling in her skimpy uniform, with her perfectly tanned legs and her hair pulled up into a high ponytail with a bow. She waved her pom poms around to hype the crowd up. Looking at the girl who stole my boyfriend made me sick. I had never been much of a sports fan, but the way the crowd was getting excited made me excited, too. As the hockey players skated out onto the rink, some of them skated up to certain cheerleaders who were their girlfriends and kissed them publicly. I could see Justin and Lisa exchanging glances. Justin had never brought me to his games, even though we had been dating for a couple of months. When I did go to his games, he never paid any attention to me until after. I thought that he was just shy at the time, but now I knew that he just didn’t want Lisa to see us together. “Don’t pay any attention to Justin,” Jessica said, handing me the binoculars so I could see better. “He’s not worth your time.” I took the binoculars and peered through them. For some reason, I searched for Enzo. I didn’t know why I wanted to see him so badly, but I did. And he saw me. Somehow, despite the thousands of students in this massive arena, Enzo looked directly at me. It was as though he had a sixth sense, like he knew exactly where I was without even having to think. Even from here, I could see the hint of wildness in his eyes from the night before; like I was his prey. I quickly gave the binoculars back to Jessica as my face turned red. Enzo turned away and skated out to the middle of the rink, skating around in circles and pumping his hockey stick in the air while the crowd cheered. All around me, girls screamed and swooned while guys whooped and hollered. The game started. I lost sight of the puck quickly, but was able to follow the game by watching Enzo, who skated as fast as lightning and moved nimbly around the rink as though he was born with ice skates on his feet. He would perform quick moves with his hockey stick to fake out the opponents, hitting the puck between their legs to one of his teammates before zooming away. He moved so quickly that he was almost like a flash. For some reason, it seemed almost supernatural to me… but no one else seemed to notice, so I figured that it was just in my head. Soon, the opponents became frustrated and aggressive. One player in particular -- I think he was the captain of the other team -- started following Enzo closely and trying to trip him up. “C’mon, Enzo!” Jessica shouted. “I hope he doesn’t get hurt,” another girl said from beside me, sitting up in her seat to see over someone in front of us. Enzo scored a goal, and suddenly, the other team’s captain threw his stick and his helmet down on the ice and tackled Enzo. The crowd gasped as they tussled on the ice. The other player threw punches at Enzo while Enzo only blocked and dodged, clearly not wanting to hurt the other player. It was now that I finally realized how much pressure was on Enzo as the star hockey player. I held my breath as I watched the fight, images of us that night flashing in my mind. For some reason, I cared enough about Enzo to not want him to get hurt. I didn’t care to look at Justin for even a second. The referee blew his whistle and broke up the fight. The crowd cheered as Enzo stood and put his helmet back on, covering his curly hair. The other player was put on the bench for his behavior and the game continued with a penalty for the other team. During halftime, the cheerleaders returned to the rink and began their halftime show. “You hungry?” I said to Jessica. She looked at me and shrugged, too involved in her conversation with another girl about how charming Enzo looked dodging the unsportsmanlike competitor during the fight. As long as I had known her, Jessica always had an easy time making friends. I didn’t mind it, because I was more introverted and appreciated the fact that she usually took control of all of the socializing at things like this. I stood and shimmied out of our row, then went down the bleachers toward the food stands. My stomach was growling and the smell of soft pretzels was making me even more hungry. “One soft pretzel, please,” I said to the vendor. “And water, too.” I handed my money to the vendor and waited for my pretzel. Just then, I felt someone watching me and turned around to see none other than Enzo. He was standing with his teammates by the side of the rink as they rested and drank water, but he was staring right at me. His eyes almost glowed. My heart started to race as I found myself unable to break away from his strong gaze. Something about him made me want to walk over to him as if I was in a trance… “Miss? Hello?” The vendor broke me out of my trance. He was holding out my pretzel and my water. “Oh… Sorry,” I said. “Thank you.” I took my pretzel. When I turned back, Enzo was no longer looking at me and was instead entrenched in a conversation with a teammate as though he hadn’t just been staring into my soul. I considered going back to Jessica, but after the encounter with Enzo finding me in the massive crowd and staring at me just now, I only wanted to leave. I decided to make up an excuse later and just go home; Jessica had made some friends already and probably wouldn’t even notice my absence. She could fill me in on the results of the game later. I left the arena, tossing my uneaten pretzel in the trash on the way out as my stomach suddenly felt too sick to eat. The cool autumn air was a bit of a relief as I walked back to the dorms, although I still felt stifled like I was being watched… or hunted. How was Enzo able to spot me in the crowd like that? And why did he always look so animalistic and hungry when he looked at me? I had never heard any of his many other flings complain of such a thing, so maybe it was all in my head. It had to be. Why else would Enzo seem like such a predator? | Listen to books | 145 | https://facebook.com/100093148902033 | 0 | LEARN_MORE | 1692255600 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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You never play with girls more than once. You should be thanking me because I’m just making it easy for you.” “Is that what you really think of me?” Enzo asked. He didn’t try to hide his voice at all. For some reason, I felt more confident confronting him now. “Everyone knows you’re a player who only has fun with girls once before moving on to the next,” I said, stepping around him. He didn’t block me this time, but turned and frowned. “Well, you’re different,” he replied. Was this some sort of prank? The hockey captain, the star of the school, and a player thought I was “different” enough to keep talking to me after we spent a night together? I wondered if Lisa or Justin put him up to this to rub it in that I would never find love. Enzo stepped closer to me and brushed a bit of hair out of my eyes, finally lowering his voice to a whisper. “I want to have a second time with you.” Chapter 1 Nina It was the night of my coming-of-age party. I was most of all excited for one thing: tonight, Justin would finally announce that he was my boyfriend. Justin and I had been seeing each other for a couple of months now, but we had kept things under wraps so far. Frankly, I would have preferred to make our relationship public right away -- he was one of the most handsome and popular guys on campus, and was on the hockey team -- but he insisted that we wait until the right time. “I want to save announcing our relationship for a special night, baby,” he had told me. I had been asking when he would make our relationship public for a while, but maybe he was right; it was best to wait until a special time. That meant that he really loved me, right? As I stood in front of the mirror and admired myself, I felt confident that Justin would make our relationship public tonight. I prepared a surprise for him under my outfit now because I was certain that we would finally spend our first night together. Aside from the surprise above, which was a hot red lace set that I picked out at the mall a couple of days before the party, I was wearing a short, tight skirt that showed off my curves, a pink crop top, and heels. I wore red lipstick and black eyeliner, too. I felt a bit awkward wearing an outfit like this, as I usually dressed in jeans and hoodies; but my roommates, Jessica and Lori, insisted that I dress up for the party. The only thing that I kept the same about myself tonight was my hair, which had bangs and two long braids. I always wore my hair like this and never liked it any other way. Some people said it was childish, but I thought it was cute and practical. “You look so hot, Nina!” Jessica said as I came out of the room. “The guys are gonna be all over you!” I didn’t say anything about Justin. Even my own roommates didn’t know about our relationship. Lori looked at her phone and took another swig of her drink. “Everyone should be here any minute,” she said in her low, sultry voice. Lori was the quintessential “goth girl” on campus, which was a stark contrast from Jessica’s bubbly nature and my studious attitude. Somehow, though, we were all best friends. Just then, the door burst open with the first guests arriving. The group of guys and girls flooded in, whooping and hollering, excited for the party. With a grin, Jessica cranked up the music and started greeting people while I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. Lori walked over to the couch and sat down, scrolling on her phone; she really only ever came to parties for food and drink. Soon enough, the suite was full of people. The LED lights flashed red, green, and blue while the music played loudly, and the guests started getting excited and playing games. The main attraction seemed to be the bar table, where the boys competed like their lives depended on it, but people also hung out around the seating area, played games, and talk on the balcony. A while into the party, Justin finally arrived. I got excited, but instead of coming over to me and greeting me, he simply made a beeline for the bar table and joined the game. During a lull in the game, I sent Justin a text: “Well? Are we gonna announce it?” I watched from the corner as he pulled out his phone, read the text, then pocketed his phone again. He looked at me and subtly shrugged, then returned to his game as though he didn’t even know me. “Are you okay?” Jessica said, coming over to me with an extra drink in her hand for me. I shrugged. “I’m just not much of a partier, that’s all,” I said. “You just need a little courage, that’s all!” she said, clinking her bottle with mine and taking a big swig. I looked down at my drink and frowned. Jessica was right, but the drink wasn’t going to cut it -- not with how Justin was treating me tonight. “How about something more exciting?” I said. Jessica’s eyes lit up and she turned around to face the group, cupping her hands around her mouth to shout. “Hey everyone!” she shouted. “The birthday girl wants shots!” By my seventh shot, however, I started to feel woozy and felt like I was going to throw up. I stumbled down the hall to the bathroom and made it to the toilet just in time. When I was done throwing up, I stood up and made my way over to the sink, where I splashed some cold water on my face and took some deep breaths to sober myself up. I looked at my smudged makeup and my messy hair in the mirror, trying not to cry as I thought about Justin. Why was he treating me like this? Just a few days ago, we were making out behind the hockey arena and now he was acting like he didn’t even know me. Was he just nervous about announcing our relationship, or was it something else? Taking another deep breath and wiping the tears off of my face, I straightened up and decided to go talk to Justin. When I left the bathroom, however, he wasn’t anywhere to be found. “Hey, have you seen Justin?” I asked a guest. She just shrugged her shoulders and pointed toward my bedroom. Maybe he just went inside to be alone for a minute, which would give us some time to talk. I made my way over to my room, weaving drunkenly through the crowd. When I opened the door, however, I wished that I had just stayed away. Justin wasn’t alone. He was with another girl -- it was Lisa, the cheerleading captain. They were tangled together, Justin’s pants pulled down and Lisa’s clothes on the floor. “What is happening!” I screamed. The party went silent, aside from the music, which someone quickly shut off. Justin and Lisa sat up in my bed; Justin looked even more drunk and high than before, but immediately jumped up when he saw me and yanked his pants up. “Nina, it’s not what it looks like,” he said, stumbling toward me while Lisa simply stood up with a smirk, smoothing down her skirt. She strutted out of the room and bumped me with her shoulder on the way out as I continued to stare at Justin in shock and disbelief. Justin stammered as he tried to explain himself. “I’m so sorry, I-” “Justin…” I interrupted, my voice shaking. “We. Are. Done.” Without another word, I turned away and stormed out of the suite with Jessica and Lori calling after me. I walked out of the dorms into the cool spring air, turning this way and that for a bit before deciding to make my way toward town. I walked for a while, fuming the entire time and muttering to myself until I finally made it to a local bar. I nodded gratefully as the bartender poured me a glass, and I sipped it miserably while he disappeared into the kitchen. I pulled my phone out of my pocket to see that I had several missed calls and “Where are you?!?” texts from Jessica and Lori, but I ignored them and tossed my phone down on the bar, taking a big swig and cursing to myself. “Yeah, I hate my phone, too,” a male voice said from beside me. I looked over to see a guy pulling up a barstool a couple of seats down. He was wearing a red flannel shirt and a sharp jawline. He was muscular, too. “I hate everything right now,” I said, swirling my drink around in my glass with my straw. “How come?” The boy looked at me, and just then, I came to a shocking realization: this was Enzo, Justin’s hockey captain, the star of the school, every girl’s dream boy. And he was sitting next to me, in this quiet dive bar, talking to me. Chapter 2 Enzo must have noticed the expression on my face when I finally recognized him, because he smirked and held out a napkin for me. “Your makeup is smudged.” I blushed and grabbed the napkin from his hand, using it to wipe away my makeup while Enzo continued to stare at me. “Rough night?” he said once I finished cleaning up my makeup. “I guess you could say that,” I replied. “You know,” he said, his deep brown eyes studying my face, “you look better without makeup.” His words made me blush even more. What were the odds that the hockey captain would be hitting on me on the night of my birthday, right after my boyfriend had cheated on me? “Do you treat all the girls like this?” I said suddenly, surprised and embarrassed at my own question. It must have been the drink. Enzo simply smirked again and finished the last of his drink. He reached forward and brushed a bit of hair out of my face. “If you’re so intrigued by how I treat girls, why don’t you come and see it for yourself? I live in Dorm B, fourth floor. Room 409.” His voice was low and sultry, and as we leaned closer together, I felt my breathing become slower and more aroused. I frowned then and pulled away. I needed comfort tonight, but not that sort of comfort. “No way,” I said, crossing my arms. “I know your reputation. You’re a player.” “So what if I am?” Enzo murmured. “It’s your decision, but my room is open to you all night. You can just walk right in. No need to knock.” With that, Enzo sat back up and tossed some money down on the bar. “I’ll pay for the lady’s drink,” he said to the bartender, then threw his jacket over his shoulder and sauntered out of the bar. I kept sipping my drink while I thought about the unexpected proposition. Enzo was well-known as an adonis, a handsome player. Ever since Enzo and Lisa -- the cheerleader who stole my boyfriend -- broke up last semester, Enzo became known around the campus for being a bit of a player. He never had another girlfriend after Lisa, and seemed uninterested with women when it came to knowing them for more than one night. I had never been interested in those deeds. In high school, I was nerdy and never had a chance with any of the boys. The one time I thought I had a chance when the football quarterback asked me to prom, it turned out to be a prank. The whole school laughed at me as I showed up in my blue dress, excited to dance with the quarterback, only for him to trip me and make me fall on the dance floor. “Why would I want you?” he had said, pointing and laughing. “Fatty Nina will never have a boyfriend!” After that, I swore that I would just focus on my studies. I eventually grew out of that phase once I started college, and lots of boys tried to get me to hook up with them, but I just wasn’t interested. If I was going to let a boy interrupt my studies, he would have to be perfect. I had thought that Justin would be the one. He seemed so sweet and kind, but I guess that wasn’t the case. After this, I felt like never falling in love again. “Sorry to say this, young lady, but the bar’s closing soon,” the bartender said, breaking me out of my deep thought. I nodded and finished off the last of my drink, then stood and left the bar. The thought of going home right now almost made me sick. Maybe I didn’t have to go home tonight. I showed up at Enzo’s place a little while later. Before I walked in, I hesitated for a little while as I considered just keeping my dignity and going home. But I was all dressed up tonight with expensive lingerie, and besides… with Justin and Lisa’s double betrayal, what would be a better way to get back at them both? Taking a deep breath, I turned the knob and walked into Enzo’s dorm. He was sitting on the couch when I arrived, as though he had been waiting for me. “Changed your mind, eh?” he said, standing and crossing the room toward me. He was much taller than me, and muscular to boot. This close, I could smell his cologne. It sent a shiver down my spine. “So,” he said, “what changed your mind? I thought my reputation scared you.” “I just… Could use a little comfort,” I said. Without saying anything, he leaned down and cupped my chin with his hand. He kissed me deeply. He was soft and sweet, much unlike the rough and rugged hockey player who I had thought he was. After we kissed, he wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up to carry me to the bedroom. We never left each other the whole way there, and when we arrived his dimly lit bedroom he slammed the door behind us and laid me down on the bed. I was trembling, but there was something surprisingly gentle about Enzo’s touch. I had expected a careless brute who only cared about getting himself off, but as he leaned over me and gave me a shockingly sweet, gentle smile, I realized that my assumptions were wrong. Enzo kissed me deeply again, his body pressing against mine. I felt myself relax beneath his touch as my heart began to patter, a wave of emotion washing over me that I hadn’t ever felt before. But there was something that he didn’t know; something that made me nervous and worried that he wouldn’t want to be with me that night after I told him. “I should tell you that I’ve never done this before,” I whispered. Enzo was silent for a few moments. I was worried he wouldn’t want to continue after learning this about me, but then he merely smirked. “I figured,” he replied, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose. “I’ll be gentle with you.” When Enzo touched me after that, he kept true to his promise to be gentle with me. As his hands ran along my body, I noticed that he kept looking up at me with his soft brown eyes as though he was checking on me, and he gave me time to relax before trying to take it further. I was nervous, but something about the way he looked at me gave me a little confidence, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I had been wrong about the hockey player. A few minutes later, he looked me deeply in the eyes as if to ask if I was ready. I was trembling all over, partially from nerves and partially from the tingling in my body. “Lingerie, huh?” he whispered, sounding somewhat amused when he saw my innerwear. I blushed. “Since you went to all that trouble, why don’t you give me a show?” Still blushing, I took a deep breath and did as he asked. My hands shook at first, but soon I began to gain a little more confidence from the way that he looked at me with so much fire in his eyes, and I didn’t feel so nervous. Finally, I revealed myself to him as the last of my clothes hit the floor. Enzo’s eyes were wide as he gazed at me, but the slight smirk on his face never left. Then, with a soft smile, he held his hand out for me. I took it, feeling how small my hand was in his calloused palm, and couldn’t ignore the way my heart fluttered when he pulled me close. We laid beneath the sheets after that, our limbs tangled together and our hearts so close I could feel it beating through his ribcage. I was scared at first, but Enzo reassured me that it was okay. “I’ll be gentle. I promise,” he whispered gently, cradling me close to him. …… When it was over, Enzo and I laid in bed for a minute before he got up and put on his underwear. I sat up, feeling both heavenly and ashamed of myself. There was something different about Enzo now; his body language seemed more wild and dominant, and when he looked at me, his pupils were dilated. His eyes almost seemed like a different color. He smiled at me then and his teeth were sharp and glistening. My heart started to race as I felt like he was a wolf and I was his prey. Swallowing, I stood and put the rest of my clothes on. “See you around.” Before Enzo could reply, I rushed out of the bedroom and left the dorm. What was that look he gave me? Why did he look so… feral? Chapter 3 It was almost four o’clock in the morning by the time I finally returned to my dorm. Jessica and Lori were already asleep in their rooms judging from how dark and quiet everything was. The suite was a mess from the party and we would no doubt be spending the next day cleaning, but I was too hungover and tired to care at the moment. It appeared as though Lori and Jessica must have changed my sheets for me though, which I would have to thank them for in the morning. I wouldn’t have been able to sleep on the same sheets that Justin and Lisa had lied on. As I lay in bed trying to sleep, I was kept awake by my regrets. Had I just given myself to a near-stranger? A womanizer? All to get revenge against Justin and Lisa? I had never been so impulsive like this, especially when it came to love. Right now, I felt embarrassed and ashamed of this blunder. Enzo was incredibly attractive and the time we spent together was wonderful, but right now, I just wanted to forget about it. When I woke the next morning, my head pounded and my stomach hurt from all of the drinks from the night before. I rolled out of bed, ignoring my appearance as I stumbled into the kitchen in my oversized t-shirt and shorts. I just needed some coffee. “You know, you could’ve at least told us where you went last night,” Lori said from her usual spot at the kitchen island. She had a cup of coffee in front of her and was reading A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. “I’m sorry,” I replied, my face turning red as I remembered what happened after the party. “I just needed to get out.” “Why didn’t you tell us that you and Justin were a thing?” Jessica suddenly said, emerging from her room with a towel around her hair while she wore a fluffy pink robe and bunny slippers. She folded her arms and glared at me, pouting. I hung my head low as I poured myself a cup of coffee. I tried to hide it as the tears started to well up, but it was no use. Jessica rushed over to me and wrapped her arms around me while Lori watched with a sorry expression on her face. “I’m sorry,” I said between sobs. “H-He told me he just wanted to wait until the right time to make our relationship public. I t-thought he was just being a gentleman.” “Trash,” Lori replied. “Most of them, anyway. Don’t beat yourself up over it. You can do way better than Justin Thurlow.” Jessica nodded and rubbed my back, agreeing with Lori. “Yeah,” she said. “Screw boys. You’re smart and hot and you’re gonna be a doctor! Who needs boys? C’mon, let’s go get some breakfast.” Jessica and Lori were right. Boys were just a waste of time, and I had more important things to think about. I changed into my usual jeans and hoodie, brushed and braided my hair, and went with my roommates to the dining hall. “Oh my god!” Jessica exclaimed as we approached the dining hall. She squealed and pointed at none other than Enzo coming out the door. Jessica’s excitement garnered the attention of other nearby girls, who also squealed and waved as Enzo approached. I grabbed my hair and used it to shield my face. I just wanted to shrink down into myself. Why did I have to run into Enzo right now, the morning after what we had done? To make matters worse, he approached us and stood in front of us. Even Lori seemed a bit excited at his presence. Did he even remember our night together, or was he confused by how strangely I was acting? “Hi, Enzo!” Jessica said, twirling a bit of her hair around her finger. “Are you excited about the homecoming game today?” I kept my gaze fixed on the ground, letting my bangs fall into my face, but I could feel Enzo’s stern gaze on me. “Yeah,” he replied. “Although, it’s not as exciting when we always know we’re gonna crush the other team. I hope they put up a good fight.” Jessica giggled like a giddy schoolgirl. I took a chance and glanced up, hoping to see Enzo walking away, but was met instead by his strong gaze fixed on me. He looked far less animalistic now; maybe his appearance last night was just a trick of the light or a result of the drink. Enzo had his arms folded as he looked at me. He looked almost disapproving. Was he upset that I walked out on him last night? It hardly seemed likely, given his reputation, but my heart still ached a bit. “You ready for practice, Enzo?” another guy said, striding up to us. He looked Jessica up and down hungrily, then glanced at me before looking at Enzo. Enzo nodded and stuck his hands in his pockets, his eyes still on me. “Yeah. Let’s go.” Later that afternoon, after we had cleaned up the dorm, I was in my room studying for an upcoming biology exam when Jessica came into my room. She was wearing a pleated pink mini-skirt, a fuzzy white sweater, and white sneakers with leg warmers. She had a full face of makeup on and her hair was curled perfectly. “Oh my god, you’re not ready yet?” she said, storming over to me and snapping my book shut unceremoniously. “Hey!” I said, throwing my pen down on my desk. “I was studying.” “Studying can wait,” Jessica replied. “Come on, let’s go to the hockey game! I heard some rumors that Enzo is planning on using some new moves.” My heart leaped up into my throat. “I’m not going,” I said, opening my book up to the page I was on. Jessica clearly didn’t like my response, because she stamped her foot on the ground angrily. “Aw, come on!” she whined. “You’re not really gonna make me go alone, are you?” I didn’t have the heart to tell my friend the truth about where I was last night. If she knew that I slept with Enzo, she would be heartbroken. Jessica had been pining away for Enzo since our first semester. He had never given her too much attention, but still, she went to all of his games, cheered him on, and even watched all the live streams of his tournaments online. She always talked about how he was a genius, how his physical abilities were godlike, and how he easily won every game he competed in. “Come on,” Jessica whined again. “Please? For me?” She batted her eyelashes. I sighed and closed my book again, rubbing my tired eyes. “Alright,” I replied, although I really just wanted to hide in my room and never see the star hockey player again. “I’ll go. But you owe me.” Jessica grinned and pranced out of the room while I got ready. I wanted to blend in, so I just wore a hoodie with the university logo on it and jeans. Jessica seemed a bit disappointed in my outfit choice but didn’t say anything as we made our way to the hockey arena. The whole way there, Jessica prattled on about Enzo. “His figure is just so perfect,” she said. “All of those appear in my dreams!” I hated to admit it, but hearing Jessica talk about Enzo made the memories of last night come flooding back… It made my body tingle. I tried to shake the thoughts out of my mind the best I could as we got in line to walk inside the arena, but I just couldn’t. The feeling of Enzo’s strong eyes on me as we were together, our limbs intertwined, was burned into my memory. I only hoped that I could leave this game without being seen by Enzo or Justin. Chapter 4 We walked inside the arena, which was already packed full of excited students. Half of the arena was reserved for our university, while the other half was reserved for the other university. Our school colors were burgundy and gold -- the other university was blue and black. “Let’s find a good seat,” Jessica said. I followed her up the stairs, then we shimmied between rows of seats toward a couple of empty spots. Once we had our seats, I could hear the conversation between other girls around me; their talking points mostly centered around Enzo. “Do you think he’ll make us succeed again?” “Of course! Enzo always plays perfectly.” “I feel so lucky just to be attending the same university as him!” I cringed a bit at the conversation and scrolled on my phone while I waited for the game to start. Beside me, Jessica pulled out a pair of binoculars and started scouring the ice rink. I can see the cheerleaders performing an energetic opening dance on ice skates before the game, with Lisa in the lead. She looked dazzling in her skimpy uniform, with her perfectly tanned legs and her hair pulled up into a high ponytail with a bow. She waved her pom poms around to hype the crowd up. Looking at the girl who stole my boyfriend made me sick. I had never been much of a sports fan, but the way the crowd was getting excited made me excited, too. As the hockey players skated out onto the rink, some of them skated up to certain cheerleaders who were their girlfriends and kissed them publicly. I could see Justin and Lisa exchanging glances. Justin had never brought me to his games, even though we had been dating for a couple of months. When I did go to his games, he never paid any attention to me until after. I thought that he was just shy at the time, but now I knew that he just didn’t want Lisa to see us together. “Don’t pay any attention to Justin,” Jessica said, handing me the binoculars so I could see better. “He’s not worth your time.” I took the binoculars and peered through them. For some reason, I searched for Enzo. I didn’t know why I wanted to see him so badly, but I did. And he saw me. Somehow, despite the thousands of students in this massive arena, Enzo looked directly at me. It was as though he had a sixth sense, like he knew exactly where I was without even having to think. Even from here, I could see the hint of wildness in his eyes from the night before; like I was his prey. I quickly gave the binoculars back to Jessica as my face turned red. Enzo turned away and skated out to the middle of the rink, skating around in circles and pumping his hockey stick in the air while the crowd cheered. All around me, girls screamed and swooned while guys whooped and hollered. The game started. I lost sight of the puck quickly, but was able to follow the game by watching Enzo, who skated as fast as lightning and moved nimbly around the rink as though he was born with ice skates on his feet. He would perform quick moves with his hockey stick to fake out the opponents, hitting the puck between their legs to one of his teammates before zooming away. He moved so quickly that he was almost like a flash. For some reason, it seemed almost supernatural to me… but no one else seemed to notice, so I figured that it was just in my head. Soon, the opponents became frustrated and aggressive. One player in particular -- I think he was the captain of the other team -- started following Enzo closely and trying to trip him up. “C’mon, Enzo!” Jessica shouted. “I hope he doesn’t get hurt,” another girl said from beside me, sitting up in her seat to see over someone in front of us. Enzo scored a goal, and suddenly, the other team’s captain threw his stick and his helmet down on the ice and tackled Enzo. The crowd gasped as they tussled on the ice. The other player threw punches at Enzo while Enzo only blocked and dodged, clearly not wanting to hurt the other player. It was now that I finally realized how much pressure was on Enzo as the star hockey player. I held my breath as I watched the fight, images of us that night flashing in my mind. For some reason, I cared enough about Enzo to not want him to get hurt. I didn’t care to look at Justin for even a second. The referee blew his whistle and broke up the fight. The crowd cheered as Enzo stood and put his helmet back on, covering his curly hair. The other player was put on the bench for his behavior and the game continued with a penalty for the other team. During halftime, the cheerleaders returned to the rink and began their halftime show. “You hungry?” I said to Jessica. She looked at me and shrugged, too involved in her conversation with another girl about how charming Enzo looked dodging the unsportsmanlike competitor during the fight. As long as I had known her, Jessica always had an easy time making friends. I didn’t mind it, because I was more introverted and appreciated the fact that she usually took control of all of the socializing at things like this. I stood and shimmied out of our row, then went down the bleachers toward the food stands. My stomach was growling and the smell of soft pretzels was making me even more hungry. “One soft pretzel, please,” I said to the vendor. “And water, too.” I handed my money to the vendor and waited for my pretzel. Just then, I felt someone watching me and turned around to see none other than Enzo. He was standing with his teammates by the side of the rink as they rested and drank water, but he was staring right at me. His eyes almost glowed. My heart started to race as I found myself unable to break away from his strong gaze. Something about him made me want to walk over to him as if I was in a trance… “Miss? Hello?” The vendor broke me out of my trance. He was holding out my pretzel and my water. “Oh… Sorry,” I said. “Thank you.” I took my pretzel. When I turned back, Enzo was no longer looking at me and was instead entrenched in a conversation with a teammate as though he hadn’t just been staring into my soul. I considered going back to Jessica, but after the encounter with Enzo finding me in the massive crowd and staring at me just now, I only wanted to leave. I decided to make up an excuse later and just go home; Jessica had made some friends already and probably wouldn’t even notice my absence. She could fill me in on the results of the game later. I left the arena, tossing my uneaten pretzel in the trash on the way out as my stomach suddenly felt too sick to eat. The cool autumn air was a bit of a relief as I walked back to the dorms, although I still felt stifled like I was being watched… or hunted. How was Enzo able to spot me in the crowd like that? And why did he always look so animalistic and hungry when he looked at me? I had never heard any of his many other flings complain of such a thing, so maybe it was all in my head. It had to be. Why else would Enzo seem like such a predator? | Listen to books | 145 | https://facebook.com/100093148902033 | 0 | LEARN_MORE | 1692342000 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
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You never play with girls more than once. You should be thanking me because I’m just making it easy for you.” “Is that what you really think of me?” Enzo asked. He didn’t try to hide his voice at all. For some reason, I felt more confident confronting him now. “Everyone knows you’re a player who only has fun with girls once before moving on to the next,” I said, stepping around him. He didn’t block me this time, but turned and frowned. “Well, you’re different,” he replied. Was this some sort of prank? The hockey captain, the star of the school, and a player thought I was “different” enough to keep talking to me after we spent a night together? I wondered if Lisa or Justin put him up to this to rub it in that I would never find love. Enzo stepped closer to me and brushed a bit of hair out of my eyes, finally lowering his voice to a whisper. “I want to have a second time with you.” Chapter 1 Nina It was the night of my coming-of-age party. I was most of all excited for one thing: tonight, Justin would finally announce that he was my boyfriend. Justin and I had been seeing each other for a couple of months now, but we had kept things under wraps so far. Frankly, I would have preferred to make our relationship public right away -- he was one of the most handsome and popular guys on campus, and was on the hockey team -- but he insisted that we wait until the right time. “I want to save announcing our relationship for a special night, baby,” he had told me. I had been asking when he would make our relationship public for a while, but maybe he was right; it was best to wait until a special time. That meant that he really loved me, right? As I stood in front of the mirror and admired myself, I felt confident that Justin would make our relationship public tonight. I prepared a surprise for him under my outfit now because I was certain that we would finally spend our first night together. Aside from the surprise above, which was a hot red lace set that I picked out at the mall a couple of days before the party, I was wearing a short, tight skirt that showed off my curves, a pink crop top, and heels. I wore red lipstick and black eyeliner, too. I felt a bit awkward wearing an outfit like this, as I usually dressed in jeans and hoodies; but my roommates, Jessica and Lori, insisted that I dress up for the party. The only thing that I kept the same about myself tonight was my hair, which had bangs and two long braids. I always wore my hair like this and never liked it any other way. Some people said it was childish, but I thought it was cute and practical. “You look so hot, Nina!” Jessica said as I came out of the room. “The guys are gonna be all over you!” I didn’t say anything about Justin. Even my own roommates didn’t know about our relationship. Lori looked at her phone and took another swig of her drink. “Everyone should be here any minute,” she said in her low, sultry voice. Lori was the quintessential “goth girl” on campus, which was a stark contrast from Jessica’s bubbly nature and my studious attitude. Somehow, though, we were all best friends. Just then, the door burst open with the first guests arriving. The group of guys and girls flooded in, whooping and hollering, excited for the party. With a grin, Jessica cranked up the music and started greeting people while I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. Lori walked over to the couch and sat down, scrolling on her phone; she really only ever came to parties for food and drink. Soon enough, the suite was full of people. The LED lights flashed red, green, and blue while the music played loudly, and the guests started getting excited and playing games. The main attraction seemed to be the bar table, where the boys competed like their lives depended on it, but people also hung out around the seating area, played games, and talk on the balcony. A while into the party, Justin finally arrived. I got excited, but instead of coming over to me and greeting me, he simply made a beeline for the bar table and joined the game. During a lull in the game, I sent Justin a text: “Well? Are we gonna announce it?” I watched from the corner as he pulled out his phone, read the text, then pocketed his phone again. He looked at me and subtly shrugged, then returned to his game as though he didn’t even know me. “Are you okay?” Jessica said, coming over to me with an extra drink in her hand for me. I shrugged. “I’m just not much of a partier, that’s all,” I said. “You just need a little courage, that’s all!” she said, clinking her bottle with mine and taking a big swig. I looked down at my drink and frowned. Jessica was right, but the drink wasn’t going to cut it -- not with how Justin was treating me tonight. “How about something more exciting?” I said. Jessica’s eyes lit up and she turned around to face the group, cupping her hands around her mouth to shout. “Hey everyone!” she shouted. “The birthday girl wants shots!” By my seventh shot, however, I started to feel woozy and felt like I was going to throw up. I stumbled down the hall to the bathroom and made it to the toilet just in time. When I was done throwing up, I stood up and made my way over to the sink, where I splashed some cold water on my face and took some deep breaths to sober myself up. I looked at my smudged makeup and my messy hair in the mirror, trying not to cry as I thought about Justin. Why was he treating me like this? Just a few days ago, we were making out behind the hockey arena and now he was acting like he didn’t even know me. Was he just nervous about announcing our relationship, or was it something else? Taking another deep breath and wiping the tears off of my face, I straightened up and decided to go talk to Justin. When I left the bathroom, however, he wasn’t anywhere to be found. “Hey, have you seen Justin?” I asked a guest. She just shrugged her shoulders and pointed toward my bedroom. Maybe he just went inside to be alone for a minute, which would give us some time to talk. I made my way over to my room, weaving drunkenly through the crowd. When I opened the door, however, I wished that I had just stayed away. Justin wasn’t alone. He was with another girl -- it was Lisa, the cheerleading captain. They were tangled together, Justin’s pants pulled down and Lisa’s clothes on the floor. “What is happening!” I screamed. The party went silent, aside from the music, which someone quickly shut off. Justin and Lisa sat up in my bed; Justin looked even more drunk and high than before, but immediately jumped up when he saw me and yanked his pants up. “Nina, it’s not what it looks like,” he said, stumbling toward me while Lisa simply stood up with a smirk, smoothing down her skirt. She strutted out of the room and bumped me with her shoulder on the way out as I continued to stare at Justin in shock and disbelief. Justin stammered as he tried to explain himself. “I’m so sorry, I-” “Justin…” I interrupted, my voice shaking. “We. Are. Done.” Without another word, I turned away and stormed out of the suite with Jessica and Lori calling after me. I walked out of the dorms into the cool spring air, turning this way and that for a bit before deciding to make my way toward town. I walked for a while, fuming the entire time and muttering to myself until I finally made it to a local bar. I nodded gratefully as the bartender poured me a glass, and I sipped it miserably while he disappeared into the kitchen. I pulled my phone out of my pocket to see that I had several missed calls and “Where are you?!?” texts from Jessica and Lori, but I ignored them and tossed my phone down on the bar, taking a big swig and cursing to myself. “Yeah, I hate my phone, too,” a male voice said from beside me. I looked over to see a guy pulling up a barstool a couple of seats down. He was wearing a red flannel shirt and a sharp jawline. He was muscular, too. “I hate everything right now,” I said, swirling my drink around in my glass with my straw. “How come?” The boy looked at me, and just then, I came to a shocking realization: this was Enzo, Justin’s hockey captain, the star of the school, every girl’s dream boy. And he was sitting next to me, in this quiet dive bar, talking to me. Chapter 2 Enzo must have noticed the expression on my face when I finally recognized him, because he smirked and held out a napkin for me. “Your makeup is smudged.” I blushed and grabbed the napkin from his hand, using it to wipe away my makeup while Enzo continued to stare at me. “Rough night?” he said once I finished cleaning up my makeup. “I guess you could say that,” I replied. “You know,” he said, his deep brown eyes studying my face, “you look better without makeup.” His words made me blush even more. What were the odds that the hockey captain would be hitting on me on the night of my birthday, right after my boyfriend had cheated on me? “Do you treat all the girls like this?” I said suddenly, surprised and embarrassed at my own question. It must have been the drink. Enzo simply smirked again and finished the last of his drink. He reached forward and brushed a bit of hair out of my face. “If you’re so intrigued by how I treat girls, why don’t you come and see it for yourself? I live in Dorm B, fourth floor. Room 409.” His voice was low and sultry, and as we leaned closer together, I felt my breathing become slower and more aroused. I frowned then and pulled away. I needed comfort tonight, but not that sort of comfort. “No way,” I said, crossing my arms. “I know your reputation. You’re a player.” “So what if I am?” Enzo murmured. “It’s your decision, but my room is open to you all night. You can just walk right in. No need to knock.” With that, Enzo sat back up and tossed some money down on the bar. “I’ll pay for the lady’s drink,” he said to the bartender, then threw his jacket over his shoulder and sauntered out of the bar. I kept sipping my drink while I thought about the unexpected proposition. Enzo was well-known as an adonis, a handsome player. Ever since Enzo and Lisa -- the cheerleader who stole my boyfriend -- broke up last semester, Enzo became known around the campus for being a bit of a player. He never had another girlfriend after Lisa, and seemed uninterested with women when it came to knowing them for more than one night. I had never been interested in those deeds. In high school, I was nerdy and never had a chance with any of the boys. The one time I thought I had a chance when the football quarterback asked me to prom, it turned out to be a prank. The whole school laughed at me as I showed up in my blue dress, excited to dance with the quarterback, only for him to trip me and make me fall on the dance floor. “Why would I want you?” he had said, pointing and laughing. “Fatty Nina will never have a boyfriend!” After that, I swore that I would just focus on my studies. I eventually grew out of that phase once I started college, and lots of boys tried to get me to hook up with them, but I just wasn’t interested. If I was going to let a boy interrupt my studies, he would have to be perfect. I had thought that Justin would be the one. He seemed so sweet and kind, but I guess that wasn’t the case. After this, I felt like never falling in love again. “Sorry to say this, young lady, but the bar’s closing soon,” the bartender said, breaking me out of my deep thought. I nodded and finished off the last of my drink, then stood and left the bar. The thought of going home right now almost made me sick. Maybe I didn’t have to go home tonight. I showed up at Enzo’s place a little while later. Before I walked in, I hesitated for a little while as I considered just keeping my dignity and going home. But I was all dressed up tonight with expensive lingerie, and besides… with Justin and Lisa’s double betrayal, what would be a better way to get back at them both? Taking a deep breath, I turned the knob and walked into Enzo’s dorm. He was sitting on the couch when I arrived, as though he had been waiting for me. “Changed your mind, eh?” he said, standing and crossing the room toward me. He was much taller than me, and muscular to boot. This close, I could smell his cologne. It sent a shiver down my spine. “So,” he said, “what changed your mind? I thought my reputation scared you.” “I just… Could use a little comfort,” I said. Without saying anything, he leaned down and cupped my chin with his hand. He kissed me deeply. He was soft and sweet, much unlike the rough and rugged hockey player who I had thought he was. After we kissed, he wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up to carry me to the bedroom. We never left each other the whole way there, and when we arrived his dimly lit bedroom he slammed the door behind us and laid me down on the bed. I was trembling, but there was something surprisingly gentle about Enzo’s touch. I had expected a careless brute who only cared about getting himself off, but as he leaned over me and gave me a shockingly sweet, gentle smile, I realized that my assumptions were wrong. Enzo kissed me deeply again, his body pressing against mine. I felt myself relax beneath his touch as my heart began to patter, a wave of emotion washing over me that I hadn’t ever felt before. But there was something that he didn’t know; something that made me nervous and worried that he wouldn’t want to be with me that night after I told him. “I should tell you that I’ve never done this before,” I whispered. Enzo was silent for a few moments. I was worried he wouldn’t want to continue after learning this about me, but then he merely smirked. “I figured,” he replied, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose. “I’ll be gentle with you.” When Enzo touched me after that, he kept true to his promise to be gentle with me. As his hands ran along my body, I noticed that he kept looking up at me with his soft brown eyes as though he was checking on me, and he gave me time to relax before trying to take it further. I was nervous, but something about the way he looked at me gave me a little confidence, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I had been wrong about the hockey player. A few minutes later, he looked me deeply in the eyes as if to ask if I was ready. I was trembling all over, partially from nerves and partially from the tingling in my body. “Lingerie, huh?” he whispered, sounding somewhat amused when he saw my innerwear. I blushed. “Since you went to all that trouble, why don’t you give me a show?” Still blushing, I took a deep breath and did as he asked. My hands shook at first, but soon I began to gain a little more confidence from the way that he looked at me with so much fire in his eyes, and I didn’t feel so nervous. Finally, I revealed myself to him as the last of my clothes hit the floor. Enzo’s eyes were wide as he gazed at me, but the slight smirk on his face never left. Then, with a soft smile, he held his hand out for me. I took it, feeling how small my hand was in his calloused palm, and couldn’t ignore the way my heart fluttered when he pulled me close. We laid beneath the sheets after that, our limbs tangled together and our hearts so close I could feel it beating through his ribcage. I was scared at first, but Enzo reassured me that it was okay. “I’ll be gentle. I promise,” he whispered gently, cradling me close to him. …… When it was over, Enzo and I laid in bed for a minute before he got up and put on his underwear. I sat up, feeling both heavenly and ashamed of myself. There was something different about Enzo now; his body language seemed more wild and dominant, and when he looked at me, his pupils were dilated. His eyes almost seemed like a different color. He smiled at me then and his teeth were sharp and glistening. My heart started to race as I felt like he was a wolf and I was his prey. Swallowing, I stood and put the rest of my clothes on. “See you around.” Before Enzo could reply, I rushed out of the bedroom and left the dorm. What was that look he gave me? Why did he look so… feral? Chapter 3 It was almost four o’clock in the morning by the time I finally returned to my dorm. Jessica and Lori were already asleep in their rooms judging from how dark and quiet everything was. The suite was a mess from the party and we would no doubt be spending the next day cleaning, but I was too hungover and tired to care at the moment. It appeared as though Lori and Jessica must have changed my sheets for me though, which I would have to thank them for in the morning. I wouldn’t have been able to sleep on the same sheets that Justin and Lisa had lied on. As I lay in bed trying to sleep, I was kept awake by my regrets. Had I just given myself to a near-stranger? A womanizer? All to get revenge against Justin and Lisa? I had never been so impulsive like this, especially when it came to love. Right now, I felt embarrassed and ashamed of this blunder. Enzo was incredibly attractive and the time we spent together was wonderful, but right now, I just wanted to forget about it. When I woke the next morning, my head pounded and my stomach hurt from all of the drinks from the night before. I rolled out of bed, ignoring my appearance as I stumbled into the kitchen in my oversized t-shirt and shorts. I just needed some coffee. “You know, you could’ve at least told us where you went last night,” Lori said from her usual spot at the kitchen island. She had a cup of coffee in front of her and was reading A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. “I’m sorry,” I replied, my face turning red as I remembered what happened after the party. “I just needed to get out.” “Why didn’t you tell us that you and Justin were a thing?” Jessica suddenly said, emerging from her room with a towel around her hair while she wore a fluffy pink robe and bunny slippers. She folded her arms and glared at me, pouting. I hung my head low as I poured myself a cup of coffee. I tried to hide it as the tears started to well up, but it was no use. Jessica rushed over to me and wrapped her arms around me while Lori watched with a sorry expression on her face. “I’m sorry,” I said between sobs. “H-He told me he just wanted to wait until the right time to make our relationship public. I t-thought he was just being a gentleman.” “Trash,” Lori replied. “Most of them, anyway. Don’t beat yourself up over it. You can do way better than Justin Thurlow.” Jessica nodded and rubbed my back, agreeing with Lori. “Yeah,” she said. “Screw boys. You’re smart and hot and you’re gonna be a doctor! Who needs boys? C’mon, let’s go get some breakfast.” Jessica and Lori were right. Boys were just a waste of time, and I had more important things to think about. I changed into my usual jeans and hoodie, brushed and braided my hair, and went with my roommates to the dining hall. “Oh my god!” Jessica exclaimed as we approached the dining hall. She squealed and pointed at none other than Enzo coming out the door. Jessica’s excitement garnered the attention of other nearby girls, who also squealed and waved as Enzo approached. I grabbed my hair and used it to shield my face. I just wanted to shrink down into myself. Why did I have to run into Enzo right now, the morning after what we had done? To make matters worse, he approached us and stood in front of us. Even Lori seemed a bit excited at his presence. Did he even remember our night together, or was he confused by how strangely I was acting? “Hi, Enzo!” Jessica said, twirling a bit of her hair around her finger. “Are you excited about the homecoming game today?” I kept my gaze fixed on the ground, letting my bangs fall into my face, but I could feel Enzo’s stern gaze on me. “Yeah,” he replied. “Although, it’s not as exciting when we always know we’re gonna crush the other team. I hope they put up a good fight.” Jessica giggled like a giddy schoolgirl. I took a chance and glanced up, hoping to see Enzo walking away, but was met instead by his strong gaze fixed on me. He looked far less animalistic now; maybe his appearance last night was just a trick of the light or a result of the drink. Enzo had his arms folded as he looked at me. He looked almost disapproving. Was he upset that I walked out on him last night? It hardly seemed likely, given his reputation, but my heart still ached a bit. “You ready for practice, Enzo?” another guy said, striding up to us. He looked Jessica up and down hungrily, then glanced at me before looking at Enzo. Enzo nodded and stuck his hands in his pockets, his eyes still on me. “Yeah. Let’s go.” Later that afternoon, after we had cleaned up the dorm, I was in my room studying for an upcoming biology exam when Jessica came into my room. She was wearing a pleated pink mini-skirt, a fuzzy white sweater, and white sneakers with leg warmers. She had a full face of makeup on and her hair was curled perfectly. “Oh my god, you’re not ready yet?” she said, storming over to me and snapping my book shut unceremoniously. “Hey!” I said, throwing my pen down on my desk. “I was studying.” “Studying can wait,” Jessica replied. “Come on, let’s go to the hockey game! I heard some rumors that Enzo is planning on using some new moves.” My heart leaped up into my throat. “I’m not going,” I said, opening my book up to the page I was on. Jessica clearly didn’t like my response, because she stamped her foot on the ground angrily. “Aw, come on!” she whined. “You’re not really gonna make me go alone, are you?” I didn’t have the heart to tell my friend the truth about where I was last night. If she knew that I slept with Enzo, she would be heartbroken. Jessica had been pining away for Enzo since our first semester. He had never given her too much attention, but still, she went to all of his games, cheered him on, and even watched all the live streams of his tournaments online. She always talked about how he was a genius, how his physical abilities were godlike, and how he easily won every game he competed in. “Come on,” Jessica whined again. “Please? For me?” She batted her eyelashes. I sighed and closed my book again, rubbing my tired eyes. “Alright,” I replied, although I really just wanted to hide in my room and never see the star hockey player again. “I’ll go. But you owe me.” Jessica grinned and pranced out of the room while I got ready. I wanted to blend in, so I just wore a hoodie with the university logo on it and jeans. Jessica seemed a bit disappointed in my outfit choice but didn’t say anything as we made our way to the hockey arena. The whole way there, Jessica prattled on about Enzo. “His figure is just so perfect,” she said. “All of those appear in my dreams!” I hated to admit it, but hearing Jessica talk about Enzo made the memories of last night come flooding back… It made my body tingle. I tried to shake the thoughts out of my mind the best I could as we got in line to walk inside the arena, but I just couldn’t. The feeling of Enzo’s strong eyes on me as we were together, our limbs intertwined, was burned into my memory. I only hoped that I could leave this game without being seen by Enzo or Justin. Chapter 4 We walked inside the arena, which was already packed full of excited students. Half of the arena was reserved for our university, while the other half was reserved for the other university. Our school colors were burgundy and gold -- the other university was blue and black. “Let’s find a good seat,” Jessica said. I followed her up the stairs, then we shimmied between rows of seats toward a couple of empty spots. Once we had our seats, I could hear the conversation between other girls around me; their talking points mostly centered around Enzo. “Do you think he’ll make us succeed again?” “Of course! Enzo always plays perfectly.” “I feel so lucky just to be attending the same university as him!” I cringed a bit at the conversation and scrolled on my phone while I waited for the game to start. Beside me, Jessica pulled out a pair of binoculars and started scouring the ice rink. I can see the cheerleaders performing an energetic opening dance on ice skates before the game, with Lisa in the lead. She looked dazzling in her skimpy uniform, with her perfectly tanned legs and her hair pulled up into a high ponytail with a bow. She waved her pom poms around to hype the crowd up. Looking at the girl who stole my boyfriend made me sick. I had never been much of a sports fan, but the way the crowd was getting excited made me excited, too. As the hockey players skated out onto the rink, some of them skated up to certain cheerleaders who were their girlfriends and kissed them publicly. I could see Justin and Lisa exchanging glances. Justin had never brought me to his games, even though we had been dating for a couple of months. When I did go to his games, he never paid any attention to me until after. I thought that he was just shy at the time, but now I knew that he just didn’t want Lisa to see us together. “Don’t pay any attention to Justin,” Jessica said, handing me the binoculars so I could see better. “He’s not worth your time.” I took the binoculars and peered through them. For some reason, I searched for Enzo. I didn’t know why I wanted to see him so badly, but I did. And he saw me. Somehow, despite the thousands of students in this massive arena, Enzo looked directly at me. It was as though he had a sixth sense, like he knew exactly where I was without even having to think. Even from here, I could see the hint of wildness in his eyes from the night before; like I was his prey. I quickly gave the binoculars back to Jessica as my face turned red. Enzo turned away and skated out to the middle of the rink, skating around in circles and pumping his hockey stick in the air while the crowd cheered. All around me, girls screamed and swooned while guys whooped and hollered. The game started. I lost sight of the puck quickly, but was able to follow the game by watching Enzo, who skated as fast as lightning and moved nimbly around the rink as though he was born with ice skates on his feet. He would perform quick moves with his hockey stick to fake out the opponents, hitting the puck between their legs to one of his teammates before zooming away. He moved so quickly that he was almost like a flash. For some reason, it seemed almost supernatural to me… but no one else seemed to notice, so I figured that it was just in my head. Soon, the opponents became frustrated and aggressive. One player in particular -- I think he was the captain of the other team -- started following Enzo closely and trying to trip him up. “C’mon, Enzo!” Jessica shouted. “I hope he doesn’t get hurt,” another girl said from beside me, sitting up in her seat to see over someone in front of us. Enzo scored a goal, and suddenly, the other team’s captain threw his stick and his helmet down on the ice and tackled Enzo. The crowd gasped as they tussled on the ice. The other player threw punches at Enzo while Enzo only blocked and dodged, clearly not wanting to hurt the other player. It was now that I finally realized how much pressure was on Enzo as the star hockey player. I held my breath as I watched the fight, images of us that night flashing in my mind. For some reason, I cared enough about Enzo to not want him to get hurt. I didn’t care to look at Justin for even a second. The referee blew his whistle and broke up the fight. The crowd cheered as Enzo stood and put his helmet back on, covering his curly hair. The other player was put on the bench for his behavior and the game continued with a penalty for the other team. During halftime, the cheerleaders returned to the rink and began their halftime show. “You hungry?” I said to Jessica. She looked at me and shrugged, too involved in her conversation with another girl about how charming Enzo looked dodging the unsportsmanlike competitor during the fight. As long as I had known her, Jessica always had an easy time making friends. I didn’t mind it, because I was more introverted and appreciated the fact that she usually took control of all of the socializing at things like this. I stood and shimmied out of our row, then went down the bleachers toward the food stands. My stomach was growling and the smell of soft pretzels was making me even more hungry. “One soft pretzel, please,” I said to the vendor. “And water, too.” I handed my money to the vendor and waited for my pretzel. Just then, I felt someone watching me and turned around to see none other than Enzo. He was standing with his teammates by the side of the rink as they rested and drank water, but he was staring right at me. His eyes almost glowed. My heart started to race as I found myself unable to break away from his strong gaze. Something about him made me want to walk over to him as if I was in a trance… “Miss? Hello?” The vendor broke me out of my trance. He was holding out my pretzel and my water. “Oh… Sorry,” I said. “Thank you.” I took my pretzel. When I turned back, Enzo was no longer looking at me and was instead entrenched in a conversation with a teammate as though he hadn’t just been staring into my soul. I considered going back to Jessica, but after the encounter with Enzo finding me in the massive crowd and staring at me just now, I only wanted to leave. I decided to make up an excuse later and just go home; Jessica had made some friends already and probably wouldn’t even notice my absence. She could fill me in on the results of the game later. I left the arena, tossing my uneaten pretzel in the trash on the way out as my stomach suddenly felt too sick to eat. The cool autumn air was a bit of a relief as I walked back to the dorms, although I still felt stifled like I was being watched… or hunted. How was Enzo able to spot me in the crowd like that? And why did he always look so animalistic and hungry when he looked at me? I had never heard any of his many other flings complain of such a thing, so maybe it was all in my head. It had to be. Why else would Enzo seem like such a predator? | Listen to books | 145 | https://facebook.com/100093148902033 | 0 | LEARN_MORE | 1692342000 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
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You never play with girls more than once. You should be thanking me because I’m just making it easy for you.” “Is that what you really think of me?” Enzo asked. He didn’t try to hide his voice at all. For some reason, I felt more confident confronting him now. “Everyone knows you’re a player who only has fun with girls once before moving on to the next,” I said, stepping around him. He didn’t block me this time, but turned and frowned. “Well, you’re different,” he replied. Was this some sort of prank? The hockey captain, the star of the school, and a player thought I was “different” enough to keep talking to me after we spent a night together? I wondered if Lisa or Justin put him up to this to rub it in that I would never find love. Enzo stepped closer to me and brushed a bit of hair out of my eyes, finally lowering his voice to a whisper. “I want to have a second time with you.” Chapter 1 Nina It was the night of my coming-of-age party. I was most of all excited for one thing: tonight, Justin would finally announce that he was my boyfriend. Justin and I had been seeing each other for a couple of months now, but we had kept things under wraps so far. Frankly, I would have preferred to make our relationship public right away -- he was one of the most handsome and popular guys on campus, and was on the hockey team -- but he insisted that we wait until the right time. “I want to save announcing our relationship for a special night, baby,” he had told me. I had been asking when he would make our relationship public for a while, but maybe he was right; it was best to wait until a special time. That meant that he really loved me, right? As I stood in front of the mirror and admired myself, I felt confident that Justin would make our relationship public tonight. I prepared a surprise for him under my outfit now because I was certain that we would finally spend our first night together. Aside from the surprise above, which was a hot red lace set that I picked out at the mall a couple of days before the party, I was wearing a short, tight skirt that showed off my curves, a pink crop top, and heels. I wore red lipstick and black eyeliner, too. I felt a bit awkward wearing an outfit like this, as I usually dressed in jeans and hoodies; but my roommates, Jessica and Lori, insisted that I dress up for the party. The only thing that I kept the same about myself tonight was my hair, which had bangs and two long braids. I always wore my hair like this and never liked it any other way. Some people said it was childish, but I thought it was cute and practical. “You look so hot, Nina!” Jessica said as I came out of the room. “The guys are gonna be all over you!” I didn’t say anything about Justin. Even my own roommates didn’t know about our relationship. Lori looked at her phone and took another swig of her drink. “Everyone should be here any minute,” she said in her low, sultry voice. Lori was the quintessential “goth girl” on campus, which was a stark contrast from Jessica’s bubbly nature and my studious attitude. Somehow, though, we were all best friends. Just then, the door burst open with the first guests arriving. The group of guys and girls flooded in, whooping and hollering, excited for the party. With a grin, Jessica cranked up the music and started greeting people while I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. Lori walked over to the couch and sat down, scrolling on her phone; she really only ever came to parties for food and drink. Soon enough, the suite was full of people. The LED lights flashed red, green, and blue while the music played loudly, and the guests started getting excited and playing games. The main attraction seemed to be the bar table, where the boys competed like their lives depended on it, but people also hung out around the seating area, played games, and talk on the balcony. A while into the party, Justin finally arrived. I got excited, but instead of coming over to me and greeting me, he simply made a beeline for the bar table and joined the game. During a lull in the game, I sent Justin a text: “Well? Are we gonna announce it?” I watched from the corner as he pulled out his phone, read the text, then pocketed his phone again. He looked at me and subtly shrugged, then returned to his game as though he didn’t even know me. “Are you okay?” Jessica said, coming over to me with an extra drink in her hand for me. I shrugged. “I’m just not much of a partier, that’s all,” I said. “You just need a little courage, that’s all!” she said, clinking her bottle with mine and taking a big swig. I looked down at my drink and frowned. Jessica was right, but the drink wasn’t going to cut it -- not with how Justin was treating me tonight. “How about something more exciting?” I said. Jessica’s eyes lit up and she turned around to face the group, cupping her hands around her mouth to shout. “Hey everyone!” she shouted. “The birthday girl wants shots!” By my seventh shot, however, I started to feel woozy and felt like I was going to throw up. I stumbled down the hall to the bathroom and made it to the toilet just in time. When I was done throwing up, I stood up and made my way over to the sink, where I splashed some cold water on my face and took some deep breaths to sober myself up. I looked at my smudged makeup and my messy hair in the mirror, trying not to cry as I thought about Justin. Why was he treating me like this? Just a few days ago, we were making out behind the hockey arena and now he was acting like he didn’t even know me. Was he just nervous about announcing our relationship, or was it something else? Taking another deep breath and wiping the tears off of my face, I straightened up and decided to go talk to Justin. When I left the bathroom, however, he wasn’t anywhere to be found. “Hey, have you seen Justin?” I asked a guest. She just shrugged her shoulders and pointed toward my bedroom. Maybe he just went inside to be alone for a minute, which would give us some time to talk. I made my way over to my room, weaving drunkenly through the crowd. When I opened the door, however, I wished that I had just stayed away. Justin wasn’t alone. He was with another girl -- it was Lisa, the cheerleading captain. They were tangled together, Justin’s pants pulled down and Lisa’s clothes on the floor. “What is happening!” I screamed. The party went silent, aside from the music, which someone quickly shut off. Justin and Lisa sat up in my bed; Justin looked even more drunk and high than before, but immediately jumped up when he saw me and yanked his pants up. “Nina, it’s not what it looks like,” he said, stumbling toward me while Lisa simply stood up with a smirk, smoothing down her skirt. She strutted out of the room and bumped me with her shoulder on the way out as I continued to stare at Justin in shock and disbelief. Justin stammered as he tried to explain himself. “I’m so sorry, I-” “Justin…” I interrupted, my voice shaking. “We. Are. Done.” Without another word, I turned away and stormed out of the suite with Jessica and Lori calling after me. I walked out of the dorms into the cool spring air, turning this way and that for a bit before deciding to make my way toward town. I walked for a while, fuming the entire time and muttering to myself until I finally made it to a local bar. I nodded gratefully as the bartender poured me a glass, and I sipped it miserably while he disappeared into the kitchen. I pulled my phone out of my pocket to see that I had several missed calls and “Where are you?!?” texts from Jessica and Lori, but I ignored them and tossed my phone down on the bar, taking a big swig and cursing to myself. “Yeah, I hate my phone, too,” a male voice said from beside me. I looked over to see a guy pulling up a barstool a couple of seats down. He was wearing a red flannel shirt and a sharp jawline. He was muscular, too. “I hate everything right now,” I said, swirling my drink around in my glass with my straw. “How come?” The boy looked at me, and just then, I came to a shocking realization: this was Enzo, Justin’s hockey captain, the star of the school, every girl’s dream boy. And he was sitting next to me, in this quiet dive bar, talking to me. Chapter 2 Enzo must have noticed the expression on my face when I finally recognized him, because he smirked and held out a napkin for me. “Your makeup is smudged.” I blushed and grabbed the napkin from his hand, using it to wipe away my makeup while Enzo continued to stare at me. “Rough night?” he said once I finished cleaning up my makeup. “I guess you could say that,” I replied. “You know,” he said, his deep brown eyes studying my face, “you look better without makeup.” His words made me blush even more. What were the odds that the hockey captain would be hitting on me on the night of my birthday, right after my boyfriend had cheated on me? “Do you treat all the girls like this?” I said suddenly, surprised and embarrassed at my own question. It must have been the drink. Enzo simply smirked again and finished the last of his drink. He reached forward and brushed a bit of hair out of my face. “If you’re so intrigued by how I treat girls, why don’t you come and see it for yourself? I live in Dorm B, fourth floor. Room 409.” His voice was low and sultry, and as we leaned closer together, I felt my breathing become slower and more aroused. I frowned then and pulled away. I needed comfort tonight, but not that sort of comfort. “No way,” I said, crossing my arms. “I know your reputation. You’re a player.” “So what if I am?” Enzo murmured. “It’s your decision, but my room is open to you all night. You can just walk right in. No need to knock.” With that, Enzo sat back up and tossed some money down on the bar. “I’ll pay for the lady’s drink,” he said to the bartender, then threw his jacket over his shoulder and sauntered out of the bar. I kept sipping my drink while I thought about the unexpected proposition. Enzo was well-known as an adonis, a handsome player. Ever since Enzo and Lisa -- the cheerleader who stole my boyfriend -- broke up last semester, Enzo became known around the campus for being a bit of a player. He never had another girlfriend after Lisa, and seemed uninterested with women when it came to knowing them for more than one night. I had never been interested in those deeds. In high school, I was nerdy and never had a chance with any of the boys. The one time I thought I had a chance when the football quarterback asked me to prom, it turned out to be a prank. The whole school laughed at me as I showed up in my blue dress, excited to dance with the quarterback, only for him to trip me and make me fall on the dance floor. “Why would I want you?” he had said, pointing and laughing. “Fatty Nina will never have a boyfriend!” After that, I swore that I would just focus on my studies. I eventually grew out of that phase once I started college, and lots of boys tried to get me to hook up with them, but I just wasn’t interested. If I was going to let a boy interrupt my studies, he would have to be perfect. I had thought that Justin would be the one. He seemed so sweet and kind, but I guess that wasn’t the case. After this, I felt like never falling in love again. “Sorry to say this, young lady, but the bar’s closing soon,” the bartender said, breaking me out of my deep thought. I nodded and finished off the last of my drink, then stood and left the bar. The thought of going home right now almost made me sick. Maybe I didn’t have to go home tonight. I showed up at Enzo’s place a little while later. Before I walked in, I hesitated for a little while as I considered just keeping my dignity and going home. But I was all dressed up tonight with expensive lingerie, and besides… with Justin and Lisa’s double betrayal, what would be a better way to get back at them both? Taking a deep breath, I turned the knob and walked into Enzo’s dorm. He was sitting on the couch when I arrived, as though he had been waiting for me. “Changed your mind, eh?” he said, standing and crossing the room toward me. He was much taller than me, and muscular to boot. This close, I could smell his cologne. It sent a shiver down my spine. “So,” he said, “what changed your mind? I thought my reputation scared you.” “I just… Could use a little comfort,” I said. Without saying anything, he leaned down and cupped my chin with his hand. He kissed me deeply. He was soft and sweet, much unlike the rough and rugged hockey player who I had thought he was. After we kissed, he wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up to carry me to the bedroom. We never left each other the whole way there, and when we arrived his dimly lit bedroom he slammed the door behind us and laid me down on the bed. I was trembling, but there was something surprisingly gentle about Enzo’s touch. I had expected a careless brute who only cared about getting himself off, but as he leaned over me and gave me a shockingly sweet, gentle smile, I realized that my assumptions were wrong. Enzo kissed me deeply again, his body pressing against mine. I felt myself relax beneath his touch as my heart began to patter, a wave of emotion washing over me that I hadn’t ever felt before. But there was something that he didn’t know; something that made me nervous and worried that he wouldn’t want to be with me that night after I told him. “I should tell you that I’ve never done this before,” I whispered. Enzo was silent for a few moments. I was worried he wouldn’t want to continue after learning this about me, but then he merely smirked. “I figured,” he replied, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose. “I’ll be gentle with you.” When Enzo touched me after that, he kept true to his promise to be gentle with me. As his hands ran along my body, I noticed that he kept looking up at me with his soft brown eyes as though he was checking on me, and he gave me time to relax before trying to take it further. I was nervous, but something about the way he looked at me gave me a little confidence, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I had been wrong about the hockey player. A few minutes later, he looked me deeply in the eyes as if to ask if I was ready. I was trembling all over, partially from nerves and partially from the tingling in my body. “Lingerie, huh?” he whispered, sounding somewhat amused when he saw my innerwear. I blushed. “Since you went to all that trouble, why don’t you give me a show?” Still blushing, I took a deep breath and did as he asked. My hands shook at first, but soon I began to gain a little more confidence from the way that he looked at me with so much fire in his eyes, and I didn’t feel so nervous. Finally, I revealed myself to him as the last of my clothes hit the floor. Enzo’s eyes were wide as he gazed at me, but the slight smirk on his face never left. Then, with a soft smile, he held his hand out for me. I took it, feeling how small my hand was in his calloused palm, and couldn’t ignore the way my heart fluttered when he pulled me close. We laid beneath the sheets after that, our limbs tangled together and our hearts so close I could feel it beating through his ribcage. I was scared at first, but Enzo reassured me that it was okay. “I’ll be gentle. I promise,” he whispered gently, cradling me close to him. …… When it was over, Enzo and I laid in bed for a minute before he got up and put on his underwear. I sat up, feeling both heavenly and ashamed of myself. There was something different about Enzo now; his body language seemed more wild and dominant, and when he looked at me, his pupils were dilated. His eyes almost seemed like a different color. He smiled at me then and his teeth were sharp and glistening. My heart started to race as I felt like he was a wolf and I was his prey. Swallowing, I stood and put the rest of my clothes on. “See you around.” Before Enzo could reply, I rushed out of the bedroom and left the dorm. What was that look he gave me? Why did he look so… feral? Chapter 3 It was almost four o’clock in the morning by the time I finally returned to my dorm. Jessica and Lori were already asleep in their rooms judging from how dark and quiet everything was. The suite was a mess from the party and we would no doubt be spending the next day cleaning, but I was too hungover and tired to care at the moment. It appeared as though Lori and Jessica must have changed my sheets for me though, which I would have to thank them for in the morning. I wouldn’t have been able to sleep on the same sheets that Justin and Lisa had lied on. As I lay in bed trying to sleep, I was kept awake by my regrets. Had I just given myself to a near-stranger? A womanizer? All to get revenge against Justin and Lisa? I had never been so impulsive like this, especially when it came to love. Right now, I felt embarrassed and ashamed of this blunder. Enzo was incredibly attractive and the time we spent together was wonderful, but right now, I just wanted to forget about it. When I woke the next morning, my head pounded and my stomach hurt from all of the drinks from the night before. I rolled out of bed, ignoring my appearance as I stumbled into the kitchen in my oversized t-shirt and shorts. I just needed some coffee. “You know, you could’ve at least told us where you went last night,” Lori said from her usual spot at the kitchen island. She had a cup of coffee in front of her and was reading A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. “I’m sorry,” I replied, my face turning red as I remembered what happened after the party. “I just needed to get out.” “Why didn’t you tell us that you and Justin were a thing?” Jessica suddenly said, emerging from her room with a towel around her hair while she wore a fluffy pink robe and bunny slippers. She folded her arms and glared at me, pouting. I hung my head low as I poured myself a cup of coffee. I tried to hide it as the tears started to well up, but it was no use. Jessica rushed over to me and wrapped her arms around me while Lori watched with a sorry expression on her face. “I’m sorry,” I said between sobs. “H-He told me he just wanted to wait until the right time to make our relationship public. I t-thought he was just being a gentleman.” “Trash,” Lori replied. “Most of them, anyway. Don’t beat yourself up over it. You can do way better than Justin Thurlow.” Jessica nodded and rubbed my back, agreeing with Lori. “Yeah,” she said. “Screw boys. You’re smart and hot and you’re gonna be a doctor! Who needs boys? C’mon, let’s go get some breakfast.” Jessica and Lori were right. Boys were just a waste of time, and I had more important things to think about. I changed into my usual jeans and hoodie, brushed and braided my hair, and went with my roommates to the dining hall. “Oh my god!” Jessica exclaimed as we approached the dining hall. She squealed and pointed at none other than Enzo coming out the door. Jessica’s excitement garnered the attention of other nearby girls, who also squealed and waved as Enzo approached. I grabbed my hair and used it to shield my face. I just wanted to shrink down into myself. Why did I have to run into Enzo right now, the morning after what we had done? To make matters worse, he approached us and stood in front of us. Even Lori seemed a bit excited at his presence. Did he even remember our night together, or was he confused by how strangely I was acting? “Hi, Enzo!” Jessica said, twirling a bit of her hair around her finger. “Are you excited about the homecoming game today?” I kept my gaze fixed on the ground, letting my bangs fall into my face, but I could feel Enzo’s stern gaze on me. “Yeah,” he replied. “Although, it’s not as exciting when we always know we’re gonna crush the other team. I hope they put up a good fight.” Jessica giggled like a giddy schoolgirl. I took a chance and glanced up, hoping to see Enzo walking away, but was met instead by his strong gaze fixed on me. He looked far less animalistic now; maybe his appearance last night was just a trick of the light or a result of the drink. Enzo had his arms folded as he looked at me. He looked almost disapproving. Was he upset that I walked out on him last night? It hardly seemed likely, given his reputation, but my heart still ached a bit. “You ready for practice, Enzo?” another guy said, striding up to us. He looked Jessica up and down hungrily, then glanced at me before looking at Enzo. Enzo nodded and stuck his hands in his pockets, his eyes still on me. “Yeah. Let’s go.” Later that afternoon, after we had cleaned up the dorm, I was in my room studying for an upcoming biology exam when Jessica came into my room. She was wearing a pleated pink mini-skirt, a fuzzy white sweater, and white sneakers with leg warmers. She had a full face of makeup on and her hair was curled perfectly. “Oh my god, you’re not ready yet?” she said, storming over to me and snapping my book shut unceremoniously. “Hey!” I said, throwing my pen down on my desk. “I was studying.” “Studying can wait,” Jessica replied. “Come on, let’s go to the hockey game! I heard some rumors that Enzo is planning on using some new moves.” My heart leaped up into my throat. “I’m not going,” I said, opening my book up to the page I was on. Jessica clearly didn’t like my response, because she stamped her foot on the ground angrily. “Aw, come on!” she whined. “You’re not really gonna make me go alone, are you?” I didn’t have the heart to tell my friend the truth about where I was last night. If she knew that I slept with Enzo, she would be heartbroken. Jessica had been pining away for Enzo since our first semester. He had never given her too much attention, but still, she went to all of his games, cheered him on, and even watched all the live streams of his tournaments online. She always talked about how he was a genius, how his physical abilities were godlike, and how he easily won every game he competed in. “Come on,” Jessica whined again. “Please? For me?” She batted her eyelashes. I sighed and closed my book again, rubbing my tired eyes. “Alright,” I replied, although I really just wanted to hide in my room and never see the star hockey player again. “I’ll go. But you owe me.” Jessica grinned and pranced out of the room while I got ready. I wanted to blend in, so I just wore a hoodie with the university logo on it and jeans. Jessica seemed a bit disappointed in my outfit choice but didn’t say anything as we made our way to the hockey arena. The whole way there, Jessica prattled on about Enzo. “His figure is just so perfect,” she said. “All of those appear in my dreams!” I hated to admit it, but hearing Jessica talk about Enzo made the memories of last night come flooding back… It made my body tingle. I tried to shake the thoughts out of my mind the best I could as we got in line to walk inside the arena, but I just couldn’t. The feeling of Enzo’s strong eyes on me as we were together, our limbs intertwined, was burned into my memory. I only hoped that I could leave this game without being seen by Enzo or Justin. Chapter 4 We walked inside the arena, which was already packed full of excited students. Half of the arena was reserved for our university, while the other half was reserved for the other university. Our school colors were burgundy and gold -- the other university was blue and black. “Let’s find a good seat,” Jessica said. I followed her up the stairs, then we shimmied between rows of seats toward a couple of empty spots. Once we had our seats, I could hear the conversation between other girls around me; their talking points mostly centered around Enzo. “Do you think he’ll make us succeed again?” “Of course! Enzo always plays perfectly.” “I feel so lucky just to be attending the same university as him!” I cringed a bit at the conversation and scrolled on my phone while I waited for the game to start. Beside me, Jessica pulled out a pair of binoculars and started scouring the ice rink. I can see the cheerleaders performing an energetic opening dance on ice skates before the game, with Lisa in the lead. She looked dazzling in her skimpy uniform, with her perfectly tanned legs and her hair pulled up into a high ponytail with a bow. She waved her pom poms around to hype the crowd up. Looking at the girl who stole my boyfriend made me sick. I had never been much of a sports fan, but the way the crowd was getting excited made me excited, too. As the hockey players skated out onto the rink, some of them skated up to certain cheerleaders who were their girlfriends and kissed them publicly. I could see Justin and Lisa exchanging glances. Justin had never brought me to his games, even though we had been dating for a couple of months. When I did go to his games, he never paid any attention to me until after. I thought that he was just shy at the time, but now I knew that he just didn’t want Lisa to see us together. “Don’t pay any attention to Justin,” Jessica said, handing me the binoculars so I could see better. “He’s not worth your time.” I took the binoculars and peered through them. For some reason, I searched for Enzo. I didn’t know why I wanted to see him so badly, but I did. And he saw me. Somehow, despite the thousands of students in this massive arena, Enzo looked directly at me. It was as though he had a sixth sense, like he knew exactly where I was without even having to think. Even from here, I could see the hint of wildness in his eyes from the night before; like I was his prey. I quickly gave the binoculars back to Jessica as my face turned red. Enzo turned away and skated out to the middle of the rink, skating around in circles and pumping his hockey stick in the air while the crowd cheered. All around me, girls screamed and swooned while guys whooped and hollered. The game started. I lost sight of the puck quickly, but was able to follow the game by watching Enzo, who skated as fast as lightning and moved nimbly around the rink as though he was born with ice skates on his feet. He would perform quick moves with his hockey stick to fake out the opponents, hitting the puck between their legs to one of his teammates before zooming away. He moved so quickly that he was almost like a flash. For some reason, it seemed almost supernatural to me… but no one else seemed to notice, so I figured that it was just in my head. Soon, the opponents became frustrated and aggressive. One player in particular -- I think he was the captain of the other team -- started following Enzo closely and trying to trip him up. “C’mon, Enzo!” Jessica shouted. “I hope he doesn’t get hurt,” another girl said from beside me, sitting up in her seat to see over someone in front of us. Enzo scored a goal, and suddenly, the other team’s captain threw his stick and his helmet down on the ice and tackled Enzo. The crowd gasped as they tussled on the ice. The other player threw punches at Enzo while Enzo only blocked and dodged, clearly not wanting to hurt the other player. It was now that I finally realized how much pressure was on Enzo as the star hockey player. I held my breath as I watched the fight, images of us that night flashing in my mind. For some reason, I cared enough about Enzo to not want him to get hurt. I didn’t care to look at Justin for even a second. The referee blew his whistle and broke up the fight. The crowd cheered as Enzo stood and put his helmet back on, covering his curly hair. The other player was put on the bench for his behavior and the game continued with a penalty for the other team. During halftime, the cheerleaders returned to the rink and began their halftime show. “You hungry?” I said to Jessica. She looked at me and shrugged, too involved in her conversation with another girl about how charming Enzo looked dodging the unsportsmanlike competitor during the fight. As long as I had known her, Jessica always had an easy time making friends. I didn’t mind it, because I was more introverted and appreciated the fact that she usually took control of all of the socializing at things like this. I stood and shimmied out of our row, then went down the bleachers toward the food stands. My stomach was growling and the smell of soft pretzels was making me even more hungry. “One soft pretzel, please,” I said to the vendor. “And water, too.” I handed my money to the vendor and waited for my pretzel. Just then, I felt someone watching me and turned around to see none other than Enzo. He was standing with his teammates by the side of the rink as they rested and drank water, but he was staring right at me. His eyes almost glowed. My heart started to race as I found myself unable to break away from his strong gaze. Something about him made me want to walk over to him as if I was in a trance… “Miss? Hello?” The vendor broke me out of my trance. He was holding out my pretzel and my water. “Oh… Sorry,” I said. “Thank you.” I took my pretzel. When I turned back, Enzo was no longer looking at me and was instead entrenched in a conversation with a teammate as though he hadn’t just been staring into my soul. I considered going back to Jessica, but after the encounter with Enzo finding me in the massive crowd and staring at me just now, I only wanted to leave. I decided to make up an excuse later and just go home; Jessica had made some friends already and probably wouldn’t even notice my absence. She could fill me in on the results of the game later. I left the arena, tossing my uneaten pretzel in the trash on the way out as my stomach suddenly felt too sick to eat. The cool autumn air was a bit of a relief as I walked back to the dorms, although I still felt stifled like I was being watched… or hunted. How was Enzo able to spot me in the crowd like that? And why did he always look so animalistic and hungry when he looked at me? I had never heard any of his many other flings complain of such a thing, so maybe it was all in my head. It had to be. Why else would Enzo seem like such a predator? | Listen to books | 145 | https://facebook.com/100093148902033 | 0 | LEARN_MORE | 1692342000 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
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You never play with girls more than once. You should be thanking me because I’m just making it easy for you.” “Is that what you really think of me?” Enzo asked. He didn’t try to hide his voice at all. For some reason, I felt more confident confronting him now. “Everyone knows you’re a player who only has fun with girls once before moving on to the next,” I said, stepping around him. He didn’t block me this time, but turned and frowned. “Well, you’re different,” he replied. Was this some sort of prank? The hockey captain, the star of the school, and a player thought I was “different” enough to keep talking to me after we spent a night together? I wondered if Lisa or Justin put him up to this to rub it in that I would never find love. Enzo stepped closer to me and brushed a bit of hair out of my eyes, finally lowering his voice to a whisper. “I want to have a second time with you.” Chapter 1 Nina It was the night of my coming-of-age party. I was most of all excited for one thing: tonight, Justin would finally announce that he was my boyfriend. Justin and I had been seeing each other for a couple of months now, but we had kept things under wraps so far. Frankly, I would have preferred to make our relationship public right away -- he was one of the most handsome and popular guys on campus, and was on the hockey team -- but he insisted that we wait until the right time. “I want to save announcing our relationship for a special night, baby,” he had told me. I had been asking when he would make our relationship public for a while, but maybe he was right; it was best to wait until a special time. That meant that he really loved me, right? As I stood in front of the mirror and admired myself, I felt confident that Justin would make our relationship public tonight. I prepared a surprise for him under my outfit now because I was certain that we would finally spend our first night together. Aside from the surprise above, which was a hot red lace set that I picked out at the mall a couple of days before the party, I was wearing a short, tight skirt that showed off my curves, a pink crop top, and heels. I wore red lipstick and black eyeliner, too. I felt a bit awkward wearing an outfit like this, as I usually dressed in jeans and hoodies; but my roommates, Jessica and Lori, insisted that I dress up for the party. The only thing that I kept the same about myself tonight was my hair, which had bangs and two long braids. I always wore my hair like this and never liked it any other way. Some people said it was childish, but I thought it was cute and practical. “You look so hot, Nina!” Jessica said as I came out of the room. “The guys are gonna be all over you!” I didn’t say anything about Justin. Even my own roommates didn’t know about our relationship. Lori looked at her phone and took another swig of her drink. “Everyone should be here any minute,” she said in her low, sultry voice. Lori was the quintessential “goth girl” on campus, which was a stark contrast from Jessica’s bubbly nature and my studious attitude. Somehow, though, we were all best friends. Just then, the door burst open with the first guests arriving. The group of guys and girls flooded in, whooping and hollering, excited for the party. With a grin, Jessica cranked up the music and started greeting people while I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. Lori walked over to the couch and sat down, scrolling on her phone; she really only ever came to parties for food and drink. Soon enough, the suite was full of people. The LED lights flashed red, green, and blue while the music played loudly, and the guests started getting excited and playing games. The main attraction seemed to be the bar table, where the boys competed like their lives depended on it, but people also hung out around the seating area, played games, and talk on the balcony. A while into the party, Justin finally arrived. I got excited, but instead of coming over to me and greeting me, he simply made a beeline for the bar table and joined the game. During a lull in the game, I sent Justin a text: “Well? Are we gonna announce it?” I watched from the corner as he pulled out his phone, read the text, then pocketed his phone again. He looked at me and subtly shrugged, then returned to his game as though he didn’t even know me. “Are you okay?” Jessica said, coming over to me with an extra drink in her hand for me. I shrugged. “I’m just not much of a partier, that’s all,” I said. “You just need a little courage, that’s all!” she said, clinking her bottle with mine and taking a big swig. I looked down at my drink and frowned. Jessica was right, but the drink wasn’t going to cut it -- not with how Justin was treating me tonight. “How about something more exciting?” I said. Jessica’s eyes lit up and she turned around to face the group, cupping her hands around her mouth to shout. “Hey everyone!” she shouted. “The birthday girl wants shots!” By my seventh shot, however, I started to feel woozy and felt like I was going to throw up. I stumbled down the hall to the bathroom and made it to the toilet just in time. When I was done throwing up, I stood up and made my way over to the sink, where I splashed some cold water on my face and took some deep breaths to sober myself up. I looked at my smudged makeup and my messy hair in the mirror, trying not to cry as I thought about Justin. Why was he treating me like this? Just a few days ago, we were making out behind the hockey arena and now he was acting like he didn’t even know me. Was he just nervous about announcing our relationship, or was it something else? Taking another deep breath and wiping the tears off of my face, I straightened up and decided to go talk to Justin. When I left the bathroom, however, he wasn’t anywhere to be found. “Hey, have you seen Justin?” I asked a guest. She just shrugged her shoulders and pointed toward my bedroom. Maybe he just went inside to be alone for a minute, which would give us some time to talk. I made my way over to my room, weaving drunkenly through the crowd. When I opened the door, however, I wished that I had just stayed away. Justin wasn’t alone. He was with another girl -- it was Lisa, the cheerleading captain. They were tangled together, Justin’s pants pulled down and Lisa’s clothes on the floor. “What is happening!” I screamed. The party went silent, aside from the music, which someone quickly shut off. Justin and Lisa sat up in my bed; Justin looked even more drunk and high than before, but immediately jumped up when he saw me and yanked his pants up. “Nina, it’s not what it looks like,” he said, stumbling toward me while Lisa simply stood up with a smirk, smoothing down her skirt. She strutted out of the room and bumped me with her shoulder on the way out as I continued to stare at Justin in shock and disbelief. Justin stammered as he tried to explain himself. “I’m so sorry, I-” “Justin…” I interrupted, my voice shaking. “We. Are. Done.” Without another word, I turned away and stormed out of the suite with Jessica and Lori calling after me. I walked out of the dorms into the cool spring air, turning this way and that for a bit before deciding to make my way toward town. I walked for a while, fuming the entire time and muttering to myself until I finally made it to a local bar. I nodded gratefully as the bartender poured me a glass, and I sipped it miserably while he disappeared into the kitchen. I pulled my phone out of my pocket to see that I had several missed calls and “Where are you?!?” texts from Jessica and Lori, but I ignored them and tossed my phone down on the bar, taking a big swig and cursing to myself. “Yeah, I hate my phone, too,” a male voice said from beside me. I looked over to see a guy pulling up a barstool a couple of seats down. He was wearing a red flannel shirt and a sharp jawline. He was muscular, too. “I hate everything right now,” I said, swirling my drink around in my glass with my straw. “How come?” The boy looked at me, and just then, I came to a shocking realization: this was Enzo, Justin’s hockey captain, the star of the school, every girl’s dream boy. And he was sitting next to me, in this quiet dive bar, talking to me. Chapter 2 Enzo must have noticed the expression on my face when I finally recognized him, because he smirked and held out a napkin for me. “Your makeup is smudged.” I blushed and grabbed the napkin from his hand, using it to wipe away my makeup while Enzo continued to stare at me. “Rough night?” he said once I finished cleaning up my makeup. “I guess you could say that,” I replied. “You know,” he said, his deep brown eyes studying my face, “you look better without makeup.” His words made me blush even more. What were the odds that the hockey captain would be hitting on me on the night of my birthday, right after my boyfriend had cheated on me? “Do you treat all the girls like this?” I said suddenly, surprised and embarrassed at my own question. It must have been the drink. Enzo simply smirked again and finished the last of his drink. He reached forward and brushed a bit of hair out of my face. “If you’re so intrigued by how I treat girls, why don’t you come and see it for yourself? I live in Dorm B, fourth floor. Room 409.” His voice was low and sultry, and as we leaned closer together, I felt my breathing become slower and more aroused. I frowned then and pulled away. I needed comfort tonight, but not that sort of comfort. “No way,” I said, crossing my arms. “I know your reputation. You’re a player.” “So what if I am?” Enzo murmured. “It’s your decision, but my room is open to you all night. You can just walk right in. No need to knock.” With that, Enzo sat back up and tossed some money down on the bar. “I’ll pay for the lady’s drink,” he said to the bartender, then threw his jacket over his shoulder and sauntered out of the bar. I kept sipping my drink while I thought about the unexpected proposition. Enzo was well-known as an adonis, a handsome player. Ever since Enzo and Lisa -- the cheerleader who stole my boyfriend -- broke up last semester, Enzo became known around the campus for being a bit of a player. He never had another girlfriend after Lisa, and seemed uninterested with women when it came to knowing them for more than one night. I had never been interested in those deeds. In high school, I was nerdy and never had a chance with any of the boys. The one time I thought I had a chance when the football quarterback asked me to prom, it turned out to be a prank. The whole school laughed at me as I showed up in my blue dress, excited to dance with the quarterback, only for him to trip me and make me fall on the dance floor. “Why would I want you?” he had said, pointing and laughing. “Fatty Nina will never have a boyfriend!” After that, I swore that I would just focus on my studies. I eventually grew out of that phase once I started college, and lots of boys tried to get me to hook up with them, but I just wasn’t interested. If I was going to let a boy interrupt my studies, he would have to be perfect. I had thought that Justin would be the one. He seemed so sweet and kind, but I guess that wasn’t the case. After this, I felt like never falling in love again. “Sorry to say this, young lady, but the bar’s closing soon,” the bartender said, breaking me out of my deep thought. I nodded and finished off the last of my drink, then stood and left the bar. The thought of going home right now almost made me sick. Maybe I didn’t have to go home tonight. I showed up at Enzo’s place a little while later. Before I walked in, I hesitated for a little while as I considered just keeping my dignity and going home. But I was all dressed up tonight with expensive lingerie, and besides… with Justin and Lisa’s double betrayal, what would be a better way to get back at them both? Taking a deep breath, I turned the knob and walked into Enzo’s dorm. He was sitting on the couch when I arrived, as though he had been waiting for me. “Changed your mind, eh?” he said, standing and crossing the room toward me. He was much taller than me, and muscular to boot. This close, I could smell his cologne. It sent a shiver down my spine. “So,” he said, “what changed your mind? I thought my reputation scared you.” “I just… Could use a little comfort,” I said. Without saying anything, he leaned down and cupped my chin with his hand. He kissed me deeply. He was soft and sweet, much unlike the rough and rugged hockey player who I had thought he was. After we kissed, he wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up to carry me to the bedroom. We never left each other the whole way there, and when we arrived his dimly lit bedroom he slammed the door behind us and laid me down on the bed. I was trembling, but there was something surprisingly gentle about Enzo’s touch. I had expected a careless brute who only cared about getting himself off, but as he leaned over me and gave me a shockingly sweet, gentle smile, I realized that my assumptions were wrong. Enzo kissed me deeply again, his body pressing against mine. I felt myself relax beneath his touch as my heart began to patter, a wave of emotion washing over me that I hadn’t ever felt before. But there was something that he didn’t know; something that made me nervous and worried that he wouldn’t want to be with me that night after I told him. “I should tell you that I’ve never done this before,” I whispered. Enzo was silent for a few moments. I was worried he wouldn’t want to continue after learning this about me, but then he merely smirked. “I figured,” he replied, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose. “I’ll be gentle with you.” When Enzo touched me after that, he kept true to his promise to be gentle with me. As his hands ran along my body, I noticed that he kept looking up at me with his soft brown eyes as though he was checking on me, and he gave me time to relax before trying to take it further. I was nervous, but something about the way he looked at me gave me a little confidence, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I had been wrong about the hockey player. A few minutes later, he looked me deeply in the eyes as if to ask if I was ready. I was trembling all over, partially from nerves and partially from the tingling in my body. “Lingerie, huh?” he whispered, sounding somewhat amused when he saw my innerwear. I blushed. “Since you went to all that trouble, why don’t you give me a show?” Still blushing, I took a deep breath and did as he asked. My hands shook at first, but soon I began to gain a little more confidence from the way that he looked at me with so much fire in his eyes, and I didn’t feel so nervous. Finally, I revealed myself to him as the last of my clothes hit the floor. Enzo’s eyes were wide as he gazed at me, but the slight smirk on his face never left. Then, with a soft smile, he held his hand out for me. I took it, feeling how small my hand was in his calloused palm, and couldn’t ignore the way my heart fluttered when he pulled me close. We laid beneath the sheets after that, our limbs tangled together and our hearts so close I could feel it beating through his ribcage. I was scared at first, but Enzo reassured me that it was okay. “I’ll be gentle. I promise,” he whispered gently, cradling me close to him. …… When it was over, Enzo and I laid in bed for a minute before he got up and put on his underwear. I sat up, feeling both heavenly and ashamed of myself. There was something different about Enzo now; his body language seemed more wild and dominant, and when he looked at me, his pupils were dilated. His eyes almost seemed like a different color. He smiled at me then and his teeth were sharp and glistening. My heart started to race as I felt like he was a wolf and I was his prey. Swallowing, I stood and put the rest of my clothes on. “See you around.” Before Enzo could reply, I rushed out of the bedroom and left the dorm. What was that look he gave me? Why did he look so… feral? Chapter 3 It was almost four o’clock in the morning by the time I finally returned to my dorm. Jessica and Lori were already asleep in their rooms judging from how dark and quiet everything was. The suite was a mess from the party and we would no doubt be spending the next day cleaning, but I was too hungover and tired to care at the moment. It appeared as though Lori and Jessica must have changed my sheets for me though, which I would have to thank them for in the morning. I wouldn’t have been able to sleep on the same sheets that Justin and Lisa had lied on. As I lay in bed trying to sleep, I was kept awake by my regrets. Had I just given myself to a near-stranger? A womanizer? All to get revenge against Justin and Lisa? I had never been so impulsive like this, especially when it came to love. Right now, I felt embarrassed and ashamed of this blunder. Enzo was incredibly attractive and the time we spent together was wonderful, but right now, I just wanted to forget about it. When I woke the next morning, my head pounded and my stomach hurt from all of the drinks from the night before. I rolled out of bed, ignoring my appearance as I stumbled into the kitchen in my oversized t-shirt and shorts. I just needed some coffee. “You know, you could’ve at least told us where you went last night,” Lori said from her usual spot at the kitchen island. She had a cup of coffee in front of her and was reading A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. “I’m sorry,” I replied, my face turning red as I remembered what happened after the party. “I just needed to get out.” “Why didn’t you tell us that you and Justin were a thing?” Jessica suddenly said, emerging from her room with a towel around her hair while she wore a fluffy pink robe and bunny slippers. She folded her arms and glared at me, pouting. I hung my head low as I poured myself a cup of coffee. I tried to hide it as the tears started to well up, but it was no use. Jessica rushed over to me and wrapped her arms around me while Lori watched with a sorry expression on her face. “I’m sorry,” I said between sobs. “H-He told me he just wanted to wait until the right time to make our relationship public. I t-thought he was just being a gentleman.” “Trash,” Lori replied. “Most of them, anyway. Don’t beat yourself up over it. You can do way better than Justin Thurlow.” Jessica nodded and rubbed my back, agreeing with Lori. “Yeah,” she said. “Screw boys. You’re smart and hot and you’re gonna be a doctor! Who needs boys? C’mon, let’s go get some breakfast.” Jessica and Lori were right. Boys were just a waste of time, and I had more important things to think about. I changed into my usual jeans and hoodie, brushed and braided my hair, and went with my roommates to the dining hall. “Oh my god!” Jessica exclaimed as we approached the dining hall. She squealed and pointed at none other than Enzo coming out the door. Jessica’s excitement garnered the attention of other nearby girls, who also squealed and waved as Enzo approached. I grabbed my hair and used it to shield my face. I just wanted to shrink down into myself. Why did I have to run into Enzo right now, the morning after what we had done? To make matters worse, he approached us and stood in front of us. Even Lori seemed a bit excited at his presence. Did he even remember our night together, or was he confused by how strangely I was acting? “Hi, Enzo!” Jessica said, twirling a bit of her hair around her finger. “Are you excited about the homecoming game today?” I kept my gaze fixed on the ground, letting my bangs fall into my face, but I could feel Enzo’s stern gaze on me. “Yeah,” he replied. “Although, it’s not as exciting when we always know we’re gonna crush the other team. I hope they put up a good fight.” Jessica giggled like a giddy schoolgirl. I took a chance and glanced up, hoping to see Enzo walking away, but was met instead by his strong gaze fixed on me. He looked far less animalistic now; maybe his appearance last night was just a trick of the light or a result of the drink. Enzo had his arms folded as he looked at me. He looked almost disapproving. Was he upset that I walked out on him last night? It hardly seemed likely, given his reputation, but my heart still ached a bit. “You ready for practice, Enzo?” another guy said, striding up to us. He looked Jessica up and down hungrily, then glanced at me before looking at Enzo. Enzo nodded and stuck his hands in his pockets, his eyes still on me. “Yeah. Let’s go.” Later that afternoon, after we had cleaned up the dorm, I was in my room studying for an upcoming biology exam when Jessica came into my room. She was wearing a pleated pink mini-skirt, a fuzzy white sweater, and white sneakers with leg warmers. She had a full face of makeup on and her hair was curled perfectly. “Oh my god, you’re not ready yet?” she said, storming over to me and snapping my book shut unceremoniously. “Hey!” I said, throwing my pen down on my desk. “I was studying.” “Studying can wait,” Jessica replied. “Come on, let’s go to the hockey game! I heard some rumors that Enzo is planning on using some new moves.” My heart leaped up into my throat. “I’m not going,” I said, opening my book up to the page I was on. Jessica clearly didn’t like my response, because she stamped her foot on the ground angrily. “Aw, come on!” she whined. “You’re not really gonna make me go alone, are you?” I didn’t have the heart to tell my friend the truth about where I was last night. If she knew that I slept with Enzo, she would be heartbroken. Jessica had been pining away for Enzo since our first semester. He had never given her too much attention, but still, she went to all of his games, cheered him on, and even watched all the live streams of his tournaments online. She always talked about how he was a genius, how his physical abilities were godlike, and how he easily won every game he competed in. “Come on,” Jessica whined again. “Please? For me?” She batted her eyelashes. I sighed and closed my book again, rubbing my tired eyes. “Alright,” I replied, although I really just wanted to hide in my room and never see the star hockey player again. “I’ll go. But you owe me.” Jessica grinned and pranced out of the room while I got ready. I wanted to blend in, so I just wore a hoodie with the university logo on it and jeans. Jessica seemed a bit disappointed in my outfit choice but didn’t say anything as we made our way to the hockey arena. The whole way there, Jessica prattled on about Enzo. “His figure is just so perfect,” she said. “All of those appear in my dreams!” I hated to admit it, but hearing Jessica talk about Enzo made the memories of last night come flooding back… It made my body tingle. I tried to shake the thoughts out of my mind the best I could as we got in line to walk inside the arena, but I just couldn’t. The feeling of Enzo’s strong eyes on me as we were together, our limbs intertwined, was burned into my memory. I only hoped that I could leave this game without being seen by Enzo or Justin. Chapter 4 We walked inside the arena, which was already packed full of excited students. Half of the arena was reserved for our university, while the other half was reserved for the other university. Our school colors were burgundy and gold -- the other university was blue and black. “Let’s find a good seat,” Jessica said. I followed her up the stairs, then we shimmied between rows of seats toward a couple of empty spots. Once we had our seats, I could hear the conversation between other girls around me; their talking points mostly centered around Enzo. “Do you think he’ll make us succeed again?” “Of course! Enzo always plays perfectly.” “I feel so lucky just to be attending the same university as him!” I cringed a bit at the conversation and scrolled on my phone while I waited for the game to start. Beside me, Jessica pulled out a pair of binoculars and started scouring the ice rink. I can see the cheerleaders performing an energetic opening dance on ice skates before the game, with Lisa in the lead. She looked dazzling in her skimpy uniform, with her perfectly tanned legs and her hair pulled up into a high ponytail with a bow. She waved her pom poms around to hype the crowd up. Looking at the girl who stole my boyfriend made me sick. I had never been much of a sports fan, but the way the crowd was getting excited made me excited, too. As the hockey players skated out onto the rink, some of them skated up to certain cheerleaders who were their girlfriends and kissed them publicly. I could see Justin and Lisa exchanging glances. Justin had never brought me to his games, even though we had been dating for a couple of months. When I did go to his games, he never paid any attention to me until after. I thought that he was just shy at the time, but now I knew that he just didn’t want Lisa to see us together. “Don’t pay any attention to Justin,” Jessica said, handing me the binoculars so I could see better. “He’s not worth your time.” I took the binoculars and peered through them. For some reason, I searched for Enzo. I didn’t know why I wanted to see him so badly, but I did. And he saw me. Somehow, despite the thousands of students in this massive arena, Enzo looked directly at me. It was as though he had a sixth sense, like he knew exactly where I was without even having to think. Even from here, I could see the hint of wildness in his eyes from the night before; like I was his prey. I quickly gave the binoculars back to Jessica as my face turned red. Enzo turned away and skated out to the middle of the rink, skating around in circles and pumping his hockey stick in the air while the crowd cheered. All around me, girls screamed and swooned while guys whooped and hollered. The game started. I lost sight of the puck quickly, but was able to follow the game by watching Enzo, who skated as fast as lightning and moved nimbly around the rink as though he was born with ice skates on his feet. He would perform quick moves with his hockey stick to fake out the opponents, hitting the puck between their legs to one of his teammates before zooming away. He moved so quickly that he was almost like a flash. For some reason, it seemed almost supernatural to me… but no one else seemed to notice, so I figured that it was just in my head. Soon, the opponents became frustrated and aggressive. One player in particular -- I think he was the captain of the other team -- started following Enzo closely and trying to trip him up. “C’mon, Enzo!” Jessica shouted. “I hope he doesn’t get hurt,” another girl said from beside me, sitting up in her seat to see over someone in front of us. Enzo scored a goal, and suddenly, the other team’s captain threw his stick and his helmet down on the ice and tackled Enzo. The crowd gasped as they tussled on the ice. The other player threw punches at Enzo while Enzo only blocked and dodged, clearly not wanting to hurt the other player. It was now that I finally realized how much pressure was on Enzo as the star hockey player. I held my breath as I watched the fight, images of us that night flashing in my mind. For some reason, I cared enough about Enzo to not want him to get hurt. I didn’t care to look at Justin for even a second. The referee blew his whistle and broke up the fight. The crowd cheered as Enzo stood and put his helmet back on, covering his curly hair. The other player was put on the bench for his behavior and the game continued with a penalty for the other team. During halftime, the cheerleaders returned to the rink and began their halftime show. “You hungry?” I said to Jessica. She looked at me and shrugged, too involved in her conversation with another girl about how charming Enzo looked dodging the unsportsmanlike competitor during the fight. As long as I had known her, Jessica always had an easy time making friends. I didn’t mind it, because I was more introverted and appreciated the fact that she usually took control of all of the socializing at things like this. I stood and shimmied out of our row, then went down the bleachers toward the food stands. My stomach was growling and the smell of soft pretzels was making me even more hungry. “One soft pretzel, please,” I said to the vendor. “And water, too.” I handed my money to the vendor and waited for my pretzel. Just then, I felt someone watching me and turned around to see none other than Enzo. He was standing with his teammates by the side of the rink as they rested and drank water, but he was staring right at me. His eyes almost glowed. My heart started to race as I found myself unable to break away from his strong gaze. Something about him made me want to walk over to him as if I was in a trance… “Miss? Hello?” The vendor broke me out of my trance. He was holding out my pretzel and my water. “Oh… Sorry,” I said. “Thank you.” I took my pretzel. When I turned back, Enzo was no longer looking at me and was instead entrenched in a conversation with a teammate as though he hadn’t just been staring into my soul. I considered going back to Jessica, but after the encounter with Enzo finding me in the massive crowd and staring at me just now, I only wanted to leave. I decided to make up an excuse later and just go home; Jessica had made some friends already and probably wouldn’t even notice my absence. She could fill me in on the results of the game later. I left the arena, tossing my uneaten pretzel in the trash on the way out as my stomach suddenly felt too sick to eat. The cool autumn air was a bit of a relief as I walked back to the dorms, although I still felt stifled like I was being watched… or hunted. How was Enzo able to spot me in the crowd like that? And why did he always look so animalistic and hungry when he looked at me? I had never heard any of his many other flings complain of such a thing, so maybe it was all in my head. It had to be. Why else would Enzo seem like such a predator? | Listen to books | 145 | https://facebook.com/100093148902033 | 0 | LEARN_MORE | 1692342000 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
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You never play with girls more than once. You should be thanking me because I’m just making it easy for you.” “Is that what you really think of me?” Enzo asked. He didn’t try to hide his voice at all. For some reason, I felt more confident confronting him now. “Everyone knows you’re a player who only has fun with girls once before moving on to the next,” I said, stepping around him. He didn’t block me this time, but turned and frowned. “Well, you’re different,” he replied. Was this some sort of prank? The hockey captain, the star of the school, and a player thought I was “different” enough to keep talking to me after we spent a night together? I wondered if Lisa or Justin put him up to this to rub it in that I would never find love. Enzo stepped closer to me and brushed a bit of hair out of my eyes, finally lowering his voice to a whisper. “I want to have a second time with you.” Chapter 1 Nina It was the night of my coming-of-age party. I was most of all excited for one thing: tonight, Justin would finally announce that he was my boyfriend. Justin and I had been seeing each other for a couple of months now, but we had kept things under wraps so far. Frankly, I would have preferred to make our relationship public right away -- he was one of the most handsome and popular guys on campus, and was on the hockey team -- but he insisted that we wait until the right time. “I want to save announcing our relationship for a special night, baby,” he had told me. I had been asking when he would make our relationship public for a while, but maybe he was right; it was best to wait until a special time. That meant that he really loved me, right? As I stood in front of the mirror and admired myself, I felt confident that Justin would make our relationship public tonight. I prepared a surprise for him under my outfit now because I was certain that we would finally spend our first night together. Aside from the surprise above, which was a hot red lace set that I picked out at the mall a couple of days before the party, I was wearing a short, tight skirt that showed off my curves, a pink crop top, and heels. I wore red lipstick and black eyeliner, too. I felt a bit awkward wearing an outfit like this, as I usually dressed in jeans and hoodies; but my roommates, Jessica and Lori, insisted that I dress up for the party. The only thing that I kept the same about myself tonight was my hair, which had bangs and two long braids. I always wore my hair like this and never liked it any other way. Some people said it was childish, but I thought it was cute and practical. “You look so hot, Nina!” Jessica said as I came out of the room. “The guys are gonna be all over you!” I didn’t say anything about Justin. Even my own roommates didn’t know about our relationship. Lori looked at her phone and took another swig of her drink. “Everyone should be here any minute,” she said in her low, sultry voice. Lori was the quintessential “goth girl” on campus, which was a stark contrast from Jessica’s bubbly nature and my studious attitude. Somehow, though, we were all best friends. Just then, the door burst open with the first guests arriving. The group of guys and girls flooded in, whooping and hollering, excited for the party. With a grin, Jessica cranked up the music and started greeting people while I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. Lori walked over to the couch and sat down, scrolling on her phone; she really only ever came to parties for food and drink. Soon enough, the suite was full of people. The LED lights flashed red, green, and blue while the music played loudly, and the guests started getting excited and playing games. The main attraction seemed to be the bar table, where the boys competed like their lives depended on it, but people also hung out around the seating area, played games, and talk on the balcony. A while into the party, Justin finally arrived. I got excited, but instead of coming over to me and greeting me, he simply made a beeline for the bar table and joined the game. During a lull in the game, I sent Justin a text: “Well? Are we gonna announce it?” I watched from the corner as he pulled out his phone, read the text, then pocketed his phone again. He looked at me and subtly shrugged, then returned to his game as though he didn’t even know me. “Are you okay?” Jessica said, coming over to me with an extra drink in her hand for me. I shrugged. “I’m just not much of a partier, that’s all,” I said. “You just need a little courage, that’s all!” she said, clinking her bottle with mine and taking a big swig. I looked down at my drink and frowned. Jessica was right, but the drink wasn’t going to cut it -- not with how Justin was treating me tonight. “How about something more exciting?” I said. Jessica’s eyes lit up and she turned around to face the group, cupping her hands around her mouth to shout. “Hey everyone!” she shouted. “The birthday girl wants shots!” By my seventh shot, however, I started to feel woozy and felt like I was going to throw up. I stumbled down the hall to the bathroom and made it to the toilet just in time. When I was done throwing up, I stood up and made my way over to the sink, where I splashed some cold water on my face and took some deep breaths to sober myself up. I looked at my smudged makeup and my messy hair in the mirror, trying not to cry as I thought about Justin. Why was he treating me like this? Just a few days ago, we were making out behind the hockey arena and now he was acting like he didn’t even know me. Was he just nervous about announcing our relationship, or was it something else? Taking another deep breath and wiping the tears off of my face, I straightened up and decided to go talk to Justin. When I left the bathroom, however, he wasn’t anywhere to be found. “Hey, have you seen Justin?” I asked a guest. She just shrugged her shoulders and pointed toward my bedroom. Maybe he just went inside to be alone for a minute, which would give us some time to talk. I made my way over to my room, weaving drunkenly through the crowd. When I opened the door, however, I wished that I had just stayed away. Justin wasn’t alone. He was with another girl -- it was Lisa, the cheerleading captain. They were tangled together, Justin’s pants pulled down and Lisa’s clothes on the floor. “What is happening!” I screamed. The party went silent, aside from the music, which someone quickly shut off. Justin and Lisa sat up in my bed; Justin looked even more drunk and high than before, but immediately jumped up when he saw me and yanked his pants up. “Nina, it’s not what it looks like,” he said, stumbling toward me while Lisa simply stood up with a smirk, smoothing down her skirt. She strutted out of the room and bumped me with her shoulder on the way out as I continued to stare at Justin in shock and disbelief. Justin stammered as he tried to explain himself. “I’m so sorry, I-” “Justin…” I interrupted, my voice shaking. “We. Are. Done.” Without another word, I turned away and stormed out of the suite with Jessica and Lori calling after me. I walked out of the dorms into the cool spring air, turning this way and that for a bit before deciding to make my way toward town. I walked for a while, fuming the entire time and muttering to myself until I finally made it to a local bar. I nodded gratefully as the bartender poured me a glass, and I sipped it miserably while he disappeared into the kitchen. I pulled my phone out of my pocket to see that I had several missed calls and “Where are you?!?” texts from Jessica and Lori, but I ignored them and tossed my phone down on the bar, taking a big swig and cursing to myself. “Yeah, I hate my phone, too,” a male voice said from beside me. I looked over to see a guy pulling up a barstool a couple of seats down. He was wearing a red flannel shirt and a sharp jawline. He was muscular, too. “I hate everything right now,” I said, swirling my drink around in my glass with my straw. “How come?” The boy looked at me, and just then, I came to a shocking realization: this was Enzo, Justin’s hockey captain, the star of the school, every girl’s dream boy. And he was sitting next to me, in this quiet dive bar, talking to me. Chapter 2 Enzo must have noticed the expression on my face when I finally recognized him, because he smirked and held out a napkin for me. “Your makeup is smudged.” I blushed and grabbed the napkin from his hand, using it to wipe away my makeup while Enzo continued to stare at me. “Rough night?” he said once I finished cleaning up my makeup. “I guess you could say that,” I replied. “You know,” he said, his deep brown eyes studying my face, “you look better without makeup.” His words made me blush even more. What were the odds that the hockey captain would be hitting on me on the night of my birthday, right after my boyfriend had cheated on me? “Do you treat all the girls like this?” I said suddenly, surprised and embarrassed at my own question. It must have been the drink. Enzo simply smirked again and finished the last of his drink. He reached forward and brushed a bit of hair out of my face. “If you’re so intrigued by how I treat girls, why don’t you come and see it for yourself? I live in Dorm B, fourth floor. Room 409.” His voice was low and sultry, and as we leaned closer together, I felt my breathing become slower and more aroused. I frowned then and pulled away. I needed comfort tonight, but not that sort of comfort. “No way,” I said, crossing my arms. “I know your reputation. You’re a player.” “So what if I am?” Enzo murmured. “It’s your decision, but my room is open to you all night. You can just walk right in. No need to knock.” With that, Enzo sat back up and tossed some money down on the bar. “I’ll pay for the lady’s drink,” he said to the bartender, then threw his jacket over his shoulder and sauntered out of the bar. I kept sipping my drink while I thought about the unexpected proposition. Enzo was well-known as an adonis, a handsome player. Ever since Enzo and Lisa -- the cheerleader who stole my boyfriend -- broke up last semester, Enzo became known around the campus for being a bit of a player. He never had another girlfriend after Lisa, and seemed uninterested with women when it came to knowing them for more than one night. I had never been interested in those deeds. In high school, I was nerdy and never had a chance with any of the boys. The one time I thought I had a chance when the football quarterback asked me to prom, it turned out to be a prank. The whole school laughed at me as I showed up in my blue dress, excited to dance with the quarterback, only for him to trip me and make me fall on the dance floor. “Why would I want you?” he had said, pointing and laughing. “Fatty Nina will never have a boyfriend!” After that, I swore that I would just focus on my studies. I eventually grew out of that phase once I started college, and lots of boys tried to get me to hook up with them, but I just wasn’t interested. If I was going to let a boy interrupt my studies, he would have to be perfect. I had thought that Justin would be the one. He seemed so sweet and kind, but I guess that wasn’t the case. After this, I felt like never falling in love again. “Sorry to say this, young lady, but the bar’s closing soon,” the bartender said, breaking me out of my deep thought. I nodded and finished off the last of my drink, then stood and left the bar. The thought of going home right now almost made me sick. Maybe I didn’t have to go home tonight. I showed up at Enzo’s place a little while later. Before I walked in, I hesitated for a little while as I considered just keeping my dignity and going home. But I was all dressed up tonight with expensive lingerie, and besides… with Justin and Lisa’s double betrayal, what would be a better way to get back at them both? Taking a deep breath, I turned the knob and walked into Enzo’s dorm. He was sitting on the couch when I arrived, as though he had been waiting for me. “Changed your mind, eh?” he said, standing and crossing the room toward me. He was much taller than me, and muscular to boot. This close, I could smell his cologne. It sent a shiver down my spine. “So,” he said, “what changed your mind? I thought my reputation scared you.” “I just… Could use a little comfort,” I said. Without saying anything, he leaned down and cupped my chin with his hand. He kissed me deeply. He was soft and sweet, much unlike the rough and rugged hockey player who I had thought he was. After we kissed, he wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up to carry me to the bedroom. We never left each other the whole way there, and when we arrived his dimly lit bedroom he slammed the door behind us and laid me down on the bed. I was trembling, but there was something surprisingly gentle about Enzo’s touch. I had expected a careless brute who only cared about getting himself off, but as he leaned over me and gave me a shockingly sweet, gentle smile, I realized that my assumptions were wrong. Enzo kissed me deeply again, his body pressing against mine. I felt myself relax beneath his touch as my heart began to patter, a wave of emotion washing over me that I hadn’t ever felt before. But there was something that he didn’t know; something that made me nervous and worried that he wouldn’t want to be with me that night after I told him. “I should tell you that I’ve never done this before,” I whispered. Enzo was silent for a few moments. I was worried he wouldn’t want to continue after learning this about me, but then he merely smirked. “I figured,” he replied, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose. “I’ll be gentle with you.” When Enzo touched me after that, he kept true to his promise to be gentle with me. As his hands ran along my body, I noticed that he kept looking up at me with his soft brown eyes as though he was checking on me, and he gave me time to relax before trying to take it further. I was nervous, but something about the way he looked at me gave me a little confidence, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I had been wrong about the hockey player. A few minutes later, he looked me deeply in the eyes as if to ask if I was ready. I was trembling all over, partially from nerves and partially from the tingling in my body. “Lingerie, huh?” he whispered, sounding somewhat amused when he saw my innerwear. I blushed. “Since you went to all that trouble, why don’t you give me a show?” Still blushing, I took a deep breath and did as he asked. My hands shook at first, but soon I began to gain a little more confidence from the way that he looked at me with so much fire in his eyes, and I didn’t feel so nervous. Finally, I revealed myself to him as the last of my clothes hit the floor. Enzo’s eyes were wide as he gazed at me, but the slight smirk on his face never left. Then, with a soft smile, he held his hand out for me. I took it, feeling how small my hand was in his calloused palm, and couldn’t ignore the way my heart fluttered when he pulled me close. We laid beneath the sheets after that, our limbs tangled together and our hearts so close I could feel it beating through his ribcage. I was scared at first, but Enzo reassured me that it was okay. “I’ll be gentle. I promise,” he whispered gently, cradling me close to him. …… When it was over, Enzo and I laid in bed for a minute before he got up and put on his underwear. I sat up, feeling both heavenly and ashamed of myself. There was something different about Enzo now; his body language seemed more wild and dominant, and when he looked at me, his pupils were dilated. His eyes almost seemed like a different color. He smiled at me then and his teeth were sharp and glistening. My heart started to race as I felt like he was a wolf and I was his prey. Swallowing, I stood and put the rest of my clothes on. “See you around.” Before Enzo could reply, I rushed out of the bedroom and left the dorm. What was that look he gave me? Why did he look so… feral? Chapter 3 It was almost four o’clock in the morning by the time I finally returned to my dorm. Jessica and Lori were already asleep in their rooms judging from how dark and quiet everything was. The suite was a mess from the party and we would no doubt be spending the next day cleaning, but I was too hungover and tired to care at the moment. It appeared as though Lori and Jessica must have changed my sheets for me though, which I would have to thank them for in the morning. I wouldn’t have been able to sleep on the same sheets that Justin and Lisa had lied on. As I lay in bed trying to sleep, I was kept awake by my regrets. Had I just given myself to a near-stranger? A womanizer? All to get revenge against Justin and Lisa? I had never been so impulsive like this, especially when it came to love. Right now, I felt embarrassed and ashamed of this blunder. Enzo was incredibly attractive and the time we spent together was wonderful, but right now, I just wanted to forget about it. When I woke the next morning, my head pounded and my stomach hurt from all of the drinks from the night before. I rolled out of bed, ignoring my appearance as I stumbled into the kitchen in my oversized t-shirt and shorts. I just needed some coffee. “You know, you could’ve at least told us where you went last night,” Lori said from her usual spot at the kitchen island. She had a cup of coffee in front of her and was reading A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. “I’m sorry,” I replied, my face turning red as I remembered what happened after the party. “I just needed to get out.” “Why didn’t you tell us that you and Justin were a thing?” Jessica suddenly said, emerging from her room with a towel around her hair while she wore a fluffy pink robe and bunny slippers. She folded her arms and glared at me, pouting. I hung my head low as I poured myself a cup of coffee. I tried to hide it as the tears started to well up, but it was no use. Jessica rushed over to me and wrapped her arms around me while Lori watched with a sorry expression on her face. “I’m sorry,” I said between sobs. “H-He told me he just wanted to wait until the right time to make our relationship public. I t-thought he was just being a gentleman.” “Trash,” Lori replied. “Most of them, anyway. Don’t beat yourself up over it. You can do way better than Justin Thurlow.” Jessica nodded and rubbed my back, agreeing with Lori. “Yeah,” she said. “Screw boys. You’re smart and hot and you’re gonna be a doctor! Who needs boys? C’mon, let’s go get some breakfast.” Jessica and Lori were right. Boys were just a waste of time, and I had more important things to think about. I changed into my usual jeans and hoodie, brushed and braided my hair, and went with my roommates to the dining hall. “Oh my god!” Jessica exclaimed as we approached the dining hall. She squealed and pointed at none other than Enzo coming out the door. Jessica’s excitement garnered the attention of other nearby girls, who also squealed and waved as Enzo approached. I grabbed my hair and used it to shield my face. I just wanted to shrink down into myself. Why did I have to run into Enzo right now, the morning after what we had done? To make matters worse, he approached us and stood in front of us. Even Lori seemed a bit excited at his presence. Did he even remember our night together, or was he confused by how strangely I was acting? “Hi, Enzo!” Jessica said, twirling a bit of her hair around her finger. “Are you excited about the homecoming game today?” I kept my gaze fixed on the ground, letting my bangs fall into my face, but I could feel Enzo’s stern gaze on me. “Yeah,” he replied. “Although, it’s not as exciting when we always know we’re gonna crush the other team. I hope they put up a good fight.” Jessica giggled like a giddy schoolgirl. I took a chance and glanced up, hoping to see Enzo walking away, but was met instead by his strong gaze fixed on me. He looked far less animalistic now; maybe his appearance last night was just a trick of the light or a result of the drink. Enzo had his arms folded as he looked at me. He looked almost disapproving. Was he upset that I walked out on him last night? It hardly seemed likely, given his reputation, but my heart still ached a bit. “You ready for practice, Enzo?” another guy said, striding up to us. He looked Jessica up and down hungrily, then glanced at me before looking at Enzo. Enzo nodded and stuck his hands in his pockets, his eyes still on me. “Yeah. Let’s go.” Later that afternoon, after we had cleaned up the dorm, I was in my room studying for an upcoming biology exam when Jessica came into my room. She was wearing a pleated pink mini-skirt, a fuzzy white sweater, and white sneakers with leg warmers. She had a full face of makeup on and her hair was curled perfectly. “Oh my god, you’re not ready yet?” she said, storming over to me and snapping my book shut unceremoniously. “Hey!” I said, throwing my pen down on my desk. “I was studying.” “Studying can wait,” Jessica replied. “Come on, let’s go to the hockey game! I heard some rumors that Enzo is planning on using some new moves.” My heart leaped up into my throat. “I’m not going,” I said, opening my book up to the page I was on. Jessica clearly didn’t like my response, because she stamped her foot on the ground angrily. “Aw, come on!” she whined. “You’re not really gonna make me go alone, are you?” I didn’t have the heart to tell my friend the truth about where I was last night. If she knew that I slept with Enzo, she would be heartbroken. Jessica had been pining away for Enzo since our first semester. He had never given her too much attention, but still, she went to all of his games, cheered him on, and even watched all the live streams of his tournaments online. She always talked about how he was a genius, how his physical abilities were godlike, and how he easily won every game he competed in. “Come on,” Jessica whined again. “Please? For me?” She batted her eyelashes. I sighed and closed my book again, rubbing my tired eyes. “Alright,” I replied, although I really just wanted to hide in my room and never see the star hockey player again. “I’ll go. But you owe me.” Jessica grinned and pranced out of the room while I got ready. I wanted to blend in, so I just wore a hoodie with the university logo on it and jeans. Jessica seemed a bit disappointed in my outfit choice but didn’t say anything as we made our way to the hockey arena. The whole way there, Jessica prattled on about Enzo. “His figure is just so perfect,” she said. “All of those appear in my dreams!” I hated to admit it, but hearing Jessica talk about Enzo made the memories of last night come flooding back… It made my body tingle. I tried to shake the thoughts out of my mind the best I could as we got in line to walk inside the arena, but I just couldn’t. The feeling of Enzo’s strong eyes on me as we were together, our limbs intertwined, was burned into my memory. I only hoped that I could leave this game without being seen by Enzo or Justin. Chapter 4 We walked inside the arena, which was already packed full of excited students. Half of the arena was reserved for our university, while the other half was reserved for the other university. Our school colors were burgundy and gold -- the other university was blue and black. “Let’s find a good seat,” Jessica said. I followed her up the stairs, then we shimmied between rows of seats toward a couple of empty spots. Once we had our seats, I could hear the conversation between other girls around me; their talking points mostly centered around Enzo. “Do you think he’ll make us succeed again?” “Of course! Enzo always plays perfectly.” “I feel so lucky just to be attending the same university as him!” I cringed a bit at the conversation and scrolled on my phone while I waited for the game to start. Beside me, Jessica pulled out a pair of binoculars and started scouring the ice rink. I can see the cheerleaders performing an energetic opening dance on ice skates before the game, with Lisa in the lead. She looked dazzling in her skimpy uniform, with her perfectly tanned legs and her hair pulled up into a high ponytail with a bow. She waved her pom poms around to hype the crowd up. Looking at the girl who stole my boyfriend made me sick. I had never been much of a sports fan, but the way the crowd was getting excited made me excited, too. As the hockey players skated out onto the rink, some of them skated up to certain cheerleaders who were their girlfriends and kissed them publicly. I could see Justin and Lisa exchanging glances. Justin had never brought me to his games, even though we had been dating for a couple of months. When I did go to his games, he never paid any attention to me until after. I thought that he was just shy at the time, but now I knew that he just didn’t want Lisa to see us together. “Don’t pay any attention to Justin,” Jessica said, handing me the binoculars so I could see better. “He’s not worth your time.” I took the binoculars and peered through them. For some reason, I searched for Enzo. I didn’t know why I wanted to see him so badly, but I did. And he saw me. Somehow, despite the thousands of students in this massive arena, Enzo looked directly at me. It was as though he had a sixth sense, like he knew exactly where I was without even having to think. Even from here, I could see the hint of wildness in his eyes from the night before; like I was his prey. I quickly gave the binoculars back to Jessica as my face turned red. Enzo turned away and skated out to the middle of the rink, skating around in circles and pumping his hockey stick in the air while the crowd cheered. All around me, girls screamed and swooned while guys whooped and hollered. The game started. I lost sight of the puck quickly, but was able to follow the game by watching Enzo, who skated as fast as lightning and moved nimbly around the rink as though he was born with ice skates on his feet. He would perform quick moves with his hockey stick to fake out the opponents, hitting the puck between their legs to one of his teammates before zooming away. He moved so quickly that he was almost like a flash. For some reason, it seemed almost supernatural to me… but no one else seemed to notice, so I figured that it was just in my head. Soon, the opponents became frustrated and aggressive. One player in particular -- I think he was the captain of the other team -- started following Enzo closely and trying to trip him up. “C’mon, Enzo!” Jessica shouted. “I hope he doesn’t get hurt,” another girl said from beside me, sitting up in her seat to see over someone in front of us. Enzo scored a goal, and suddenly, the other team’s captain threw his stick and his helmet down on the ice and tackled Enzo. The crowd gasped as they tussled on the ice. The other player threw punches at Enzo while Enzo only blocked and dodged, clearly not wanting to hurt the other player. It was now that I finally realized how much pressure was on Enzo as the star hockey player. I held my breath as I watched the fight, images of us that night flashing in my mind. For some reason, I cared enough about Enzo to not want him to get hurt. I didn’t care to look at Justin for even a second. The referee blew his whistle and broke up the fight. The crowd cheered as Enzo stood and put his helmet back on, covering his curly hair. The other player was put on the bench for his behavior and the game continued with a penalty for the other team. During halftime, the cheerleaders returned to the rink and began their halftime show. “You hungry?” I said to Jessica. She looked at me and shrugged, too involved in her conversation with another girl about how charming Enzo looked dodging the unsportsmanlike competitor during the fight. As long as I had known her, Jessica always had an easy time making friends. I didn’t mind it, because I was more introverted and appreciated the fact that she usually took control of all of the socializing at things like this. I stood and shimmied out of our row, then went down the bleachers toward the food stands. My stomach was growling and the smell of soft pretzels was making me even more hungry. “One soft pretzel, please,” I said to the vendor. “And water, too.” I handed my money to the vendor and waited for my pretzel. Just then, I felt someone watching me and turned around to see none other than Enzo. He was standing with his teammates by the side of the rink as they rested and drank water, but he was staring right at me. His eyes almost glowed. My heart started to race as I found myself unable to break away from his strong gaze. Something about him made me want to walk over to him as if I was in a trance… “Miss? Hello?” The vendor broke me out of my trance. He was holding out my pretzel and my water. “Oh… Sorry,” I said. “Thank you.” I took my pretzel. When I turned back, Enzo was no longer looking at me and was instead entrenched in a conversation with a teammate as though he hadn’t just been staring into my soul. I considered going back to Jessica, but after the encounter with Enzo finding me in the massive crowd and staring at me just now, I only wanted to leave. I decided to make up an excuse later and just go home; Jessica had made some friends already and probably wouldn’t even notice my absence. She could fill me in on the results of the game later. I left the arena, tossing my uneaten pretzel in the trash on the way out as my stomach suddenly felt too sick to eat. The cool autumn air was a bit of a relief as I walked back to the dorms, although I still felt stifled like I was being watched… or hunted. How was Enzo able to spot me in the crowd like that? And why did he always look so animalistic and hungry when he looked at me? I had never heard any of his many other flings complain of such a thing, so maybe it was all in my head. It had to be. Why else would Enzo seem like such a predator? | Listen to books | 145 | https://facebook.com/100093148902033 | 0 | LEARN_MORE | 1692342000 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
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You never play with girls more than once. You should be thanking me because I’m just making it easy for you.” “Is that what you really think of me?” Enzo asked. He didn’t try to hide his voice at all. For some reason, I felt more confident confronting him now. “Everyone knows you’re a player who only has fun with girls once before moving on to the next,” I said, stepping around him. He didn’t block me this time, but turned and frowned. “Well, you’re different,” he replied. Was this some sort of prank? The hockey captain, the star of the school, and a player thought I was “different” enough to keep talking to me after we spent a night together? I wondered if Lisa or Justin put him up to this to rub it in that I would never find love. Enzo stepped closer to me and brushed a bit of hair out of my eyes, finally lowering his voice to a whisper. “I want to have a second time with you.” Chapter 1 Nina It was the night of my coming-of-age party. I was most of all excited for one thing: tonight, Justin would finally announce that he was my boyfriend. Justin and I had been seeing each other for a couple of months now, but we had kept things under wraps so far. Frankly, I would have preferred to make our relationship public right away -- he was one of the most handsome and popular guys on campus, and was on the hockey team -- but he insisted that we wait until the right time. “I want to save announcing our relationship for a special night, baby,” he had told me. I had been asking when he would make our relationship public for a while, but maybe he was right; it was best to wait until a special time. That meant that he really loved me, right? As I stood in front of the mirror and admired myself, I felt confident that Justin would make our relationship public tonight. I prepared a surprise for him under my outfit now because I was certain that we would finally spend our first night together. Aside from the surprise above, which was a hot red lace set that I picked out at the mall a couple of days before the party, I was wearing a short, tight skirt that showed off my curves, a pink crop top, and heels. I wore red lipstick and black eyeliner, too. I felt a bit awkward wearing an outfit like this, as I usually dressed in jeans and hoodies; but my roommates, Jessica and Lori, insisted that I dress up for the party. The only thing that I kept the same about myself tonight was my hair, which had bangs and two long braids. I always wore my hair like this and never liked it any other way. Some people said it was childish, but I thought it was cute and practical. “You look so hot, Nina!” Jessica said as I came out of the room. “The guys are gonna be all over you!” I didn’t say anything about Justin. Even my own roommates didn’t know about our relationship. Lori looked at her phone and took another swig of her drink. “Everyone should be here any minute,” she said in her low, sultry voice. Lori was the quintessential “goth girl” on campus, which was a stark contrast from Jessica’s bubbly nature and my studious attitude. Somehow, though, we were all best friends. Just then, the door burst open with the first guests arriving. The group of guys and girls flooded in, whooping and hollering, excited for the party. With a grin, Jessica cranked up the music and started greeting people while I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. Lori walked over to the couch and sat down, scrolling on her phone; she really only ever came to parties for food and drink. Soon enough, the suite was full of people. The LED lights flashed red, green, and blue while the music played loudly, and the guests started getting excited and playing games. The main attraction seemed to be the bar table, where the boys competed like their lives depended on it, but people also hung out around the seating area, played games, and talk on the balcony. A while into the party, Justin finally arrived. I got excited, but instead of coming over to me and greeting me, he simply made a beeline for the bar table and joined the game. During a lull in the game, I sent Justin a text: “Well? Are we gonna announce it?” I watched from the corner as he pulled out his phone, read the text, then pocketed his phone again. He looked at me and subtly shrugged, then returned to his game as though he didn’t even know me. “Are you okay?” Jessica said, coming over to me with an extra drink in her hand for me. I shrugged. “I’m just not much of a partier, that’s all,” I said. “You just need a little courage, that’s all!” she said, clinking her bottle with mine and taking a big swig. I looked down at my drink and frowned. Jessica was right, but the drink wasn’t going to cut it -- not with how Justin was treating me tonight. “How about something more exciting?” I said. Jessica’s eyes lit up and she turned around to face the group, cupping her hands around her mouth to shout. “Hey everyone!” she shouted. “The birthday girl wants shots!” By my seventh shot, however, I started to feel woozy and felt like I was going to throw up. I stumbled down the hall to the bathroom and made it to the toilet just in time. When I was done throwing up, I stood up and made my way over to the sink, where I splashed some cold water on my face and took some deep breaths to sober myself up. I looked at my smudged makeup and my messy hair in the mirror, trying not to cry as I thought about Justin. Why was he treating me like this? Just a few days ago, we were making out behind the hockey arena and now he was acting like he didn’t even know me. Was he just nervous about announcing our relationship, or was it something else? Taking another deep breath and wiping the tears off of my face, I straightened up and decided to go talk to Justin. When I left the bathroom, however, he wasn’t anywhere to be found. “Hey, have you seen Justin?” I asked a guest. She just shrugged her shoulders and pointed toward my bedroom. Maybe he just went inside to be alone for a minute, which would give us some time to talk. I made my way over to my room, weaving drunkenly through the crowd. When I opened the door, however, I wished that I had just stayed away. Justin wasn’t alone. He was with another girl -- it was Lisa, the cheerleading captain. They were tangled together, Justin’s pants pulled down and Lisa’s clothes on the floor. “What is happening!” I screamed. The party went silent, aside from the music, which someone quickly shut off. Justin and Lisa sat up in my bed; Justin looked even more drunk and high than before, but immediately jumped up when he saw me and yanked his pants up. “Nina, it’s not what it looks like,” he said, stumbling toward me while Lisa simply stood up with a smirk, smoothing down her skirt. She strutted out of the room and bumped me with her shoulder on the way out as I continued to stare at Justin in shock and disbelief. Justin stammered as he tried to explain himself. “I’m so sorry, I-” “Justin…” I interrupted, my voice shaking. “We. Are. Done.” Without another word, I turned away and stormed out of the suite with Jessica and Lori calling after me. I walked out of the dorms into the cool spring air, turning this way and that for a bit before deciding to make my way toward town. I walked for a while, fuming the entire time and muttering to myself until I finally made it to a local bar. I nodded gratefully as the bartender poured me a glass, and I sipped it miserably while he disappeared into the kitchen. I pulled my phone out of my pocket to see that I had several missed calls and “Where are you?!?” texts from Jessica and Lori, but I ignored them and tossed my phone down on the bar, taking a big swig and cursing to myself. “Yeah, I hate my phone, too,” a male voice said from beside me. I looked over to see a guy pulling up a barstool a couple of seats down. He was wearing a red flannel shirt and a sharp jawline. He was muscular, too. “I hate everything right now,” I said, swirling my drink around in my glass with my straw. “How come?” The boy looked at me, and just then, I came to a shocking realization: this was Enzo, Justin’s hockey captain, the star of the school, every girl’s dream boy. And he was sitting next to me, in this quiet dive bar, talking to me. Chapter 2 Enzo must have noticed the expression on my face when I finally recognized him, because he smirked and held out a napkin for me. “Your makeup is smudged.” I blushed and grabbed the napkin from his hand, using it to wipe away my makeup while Enzo continued to stare at me. “Rough night?” he said once I finished cleaning up my makeup. “I guess you could say that,” I replied. “You know,” he said, his deep brown eyes studying my face, “you look better without makeup.” His words made me blush even more. What were the odds that the hockey captain would be hitting on me on the night of my birthday, right after my boyfriend had cheated on me? “Do you treat all the girls like this?” I said suddenly, surprised and embarrassed at my own question. It must have been the drink. Enzo simply smirked again and finished the last of his drink. He reached forward and brushed a bit of hair out of my face. “If you’re so intrigued by how I treat girls, why don’t you come and see it for yourself? I live in Dorm B, fourth floor. Room 409.” His voice was low and sultry, and as we leaned closer together, I felt my breathing become slower and more aroused. I frowned then and pulled away. I needed comfort tonight, but not that sort of comfort. “No way,” I said, crossing my arms. “I know your reputation. You’re a player.” “So what if I am?” Enzo murmured. “It’s your decision, but my room is open to you all night. You can just walk right in. No need to knock.” With that, Enzo sat back up and tossed some money down on the bar. “I’ll pay for the lady’s drink,” he said to the bartender, then threw his jacket over his shoulder and sauntered out of the bar. I kept sipping my drink while I thought about the unexpected proposition. Enzo was well-known as an adonis, a handsome player. Ever since Enzo and Lisa -- the cheerleader who stole my boyfriend -- broke up last semester, Enzo became known around the campus for being a bit of a player. He never had another girlfriend after Lisa, and seemed uninterested with women when it came to knowing them for more than one night. I had never been interested in those deeds. In high school, I was nerdy and never had a chance with any of the boys. The one time I thought I had a chance when the football quarterback asked me to prom, it turned out to be a prank. The whole school laughed at me as I showed up in my blue dress, excited to dance with the quarterback, only for him to trip me and make me fall on the dance floor. “Why would I want you?” he had said, pointing and laughing. “Fatty Nina will never have a boyfriend!” After that, I swore that I would just focus on my studies. I eventually grew out of that phase once I started college, and lots of boys tried to get me to hook up with them, but I just wasn’t interested. If I was going to let a boy interrupt my studies, he would have to be perfect. I had thought that Justin would be the one. He seemed so sweet and kind, but I guess that wasn’t the case. After this, I felt like never falling in love again. “Sorry to say this, young lady, but the bar’s closing soon,” the bartender said, breaking me out of my deep thought. I nodded and finished off the last of my drink, then stood and left the bar. The thought of going home right now almost made me sick. Maybe I didn’t have to go home tonight. I showed up at Enzo’s place a little while later. Before I walked in, I hesitated for a little while as I considered just keeping my dignity and going home. But I was all dressed up tonight with expensive lingerie, and besides… with Justin and Lisa’s double betrayal, what would be a better way to get back at them both? Taking a deep breath, I turned the knob and walked into Enzo’s dorm. He was sitting on the couch when I arrived, as though he had been waiting for me. “Changed your mind, eh?” he said, standing and crossing the room toward me. He was much taller than me, and muscular to boot. This close, I could smell his cologne. It sent a shiver down my spine. “So,” he said, “what changed your mind? I thought my reputation scared you.” “I just… Could use a little comfort,” I said. Without saying anything, he leaned down and cupped my chin with his hand. He kissed me deeply. He was soft and sweet, much unlike the rough and rugged hockey player who I had thought he was. After we kissed, he wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up to carry me to the bedroom. We never left each other the whole way there, and when we arrived his dimly lit bedroom he slammed the door behind us and laid me down on the bed. I was trembling, but there was something surprisingly gentle about Enzo’s touch. I had expected a careless brute who only cared about getting himself off, but as he leaned over me and gave me a shockingly sweet, gentle smile, I realized that my assumptions were wrong. Enzo kissed me deeply again, his body pressing against mine. I felt myself relax beneath his touch as my heart began to patter, a wave of emotion washing over me that I hadn’t ever felt before. But there was something that he didn’t know; something that made me nervous and worried that he wouldn’t want to be with me that night after I told him. “I should tell you that I’ve never done this before,” I whispered. Enzo was silent for a few moments. I was worried he wouldn’t want to continue after learning this about me, but then he merely smirked. “I figured,” he replied, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose. “I’ll be gentle with you.” When Enzo touched me after that, he kept true to his promise to be gentle with me. As his hands ran along my body, I noticed that he kept looking up at me with his soft brown eyes as though he was checking on me, and he gave me time to relax before trying to take it further. I was nervous, but something about the way he looked at me gave me a little confidence, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I had been wrong about the hockey player. A few minutes later, he looked me deeply in the eyes as if to ask if I was ready. I was trembling all over, partially from nerves and partially from the tingling in my body. “Lingerie, huh?” he whispered, sounding somewhat amused when he saw my innerwear. I blushed. “Since you went to all that trouble, why don’t you give me a show?” Still blushing, I took a deep breath and did as he asked. My hands shook at first, but soon I began to gain a little more confidence from the way that he looked at me with so much fire in his eyes, and I didn’t feel so nervous. Finally, I revealed myself to him as the last of my clothes hit the floor. Enzo’s eyes were wide as he gazed at me, but the slight smirk on his face never left. Then, with a soft smile, he held his hand out for me. I took it, feeling how small my hand was in his calloused palm, and couldn’t ignore the way my heart fluttered when he pulled me close. We laid beneath the sheets after that, our limbs tangled together and our hearts so close I could feel it beating through his ribcage. I was scared at first, but Enzo reassured me that it was okay. “I’ll be gentle. I promise,” he whispered gently, cradling me close to him. …… When it was over, Enzo and I laid in bed for a minute before he got up and put on his underwear. I sat up, feeling both heavenly and ashamed of myself. There was something different about Enzo now; his body language seemed more wild and dominant, and when he looked at me, his pupils were dilated. His eyes almost seemed like a different color. He smiled at me then and his teeth were sharp and glistening. My heart started to race as I felt like he was a wolf and I was his prey. Swallowing, I stood and put the rest of my clothes on. “See you around.” Before Enzo could reply, I rushed out of the bedroom and left the dorm. What was that look he gave me? Why did he look so… feral? Chapter 3 It was almost four o’clock in the morning by the time I finally returned to my dorm. Jessica and Lori were already asleep in their rooms judging from how dark and quiet everything was. The suite was a mess from the party and we would no doubt be spending the next day cleaning, but I was too hungover and tired to care at the moment. It appeared as though Lori and Jessica must have changed my sheets for me though, which I would have to thank them for in the morning. I wouldn’t have been able to sleep on the same sheets that Justin and Lisa had lied on. As I lay in bed trying to sleep, I was kept awake by my regrets. Had I just given myself to a near-stranger? A womanizer? All to get revenge against Justin and Lisa? I had never been so impulsive like this, especially when it came to love. Right now, I felt embarrassed and ashamed of this blunder. Enzo was incredibly attractive and the time we spent together was wonderful, but right now, I just wanted to forget about it. When I woke the next morning, my head pounded and my stomach hurt from all of the drinks from the night before. I rolled out of bed, ignoring my appearance as I stumbled into the kitchen in my oversized t-shirt and shorts. I just needed some coffee. “You know, you could’ve at least told us where you went last night,” Lori said from her usual spot at the kitchen island. She had a cup of coffee in front of her and was reading A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. “I’m sorry,” I replied, my face turning red as I remembered what happened after the party. “I just needed to get out.” “Why didn’t you tell us that you and Justin were a thing?” Jessica suddenly said, emerging from her room with a towel around her hair while she wore a fluffy pink robe and bunny slippers. She folded her arms and glared at me, pouting. I hung my head low as I poured myself a cup of coffee. I tried to hide it as the tears started to well up, but it was no use. Jessica rushed over to me and wrapped her arms around me while Lori watched with a sorry expression on her face. “I’m sorry,” I said between sobs. “H-He told me he just wanted to wait until the right time to make our relationship public. I t-thought he was just being a gentleman.” “Trash,” Lori replied. “Most of them, anyway. Don’t beat yourself up over it. You can do way better than Justin Thurlow.” Jessica nodded and rubbed my back, agreeing with Lori. “Yeah,” she said. “Screw boys. You’re smart and hot and you’re gonna be a doctor! Who needs boys? C’mon, let’s go get some breakfast.” Jessica and Lori were right. Boys were just a waste of time, and I had more important things to think about. I changed into my usual jeans and hoodie, brushed and braided my hair, and went with my roommates to the dining hall. “Oh my god!” Jessica exclaimed as we approached the dining hall. She squealed and pointed at none other than Enzo coming out the door. Jessica’s excitement garnered the attention of other nearby girls, who also squealed and waved as Enzo approached. I grabbed my hair and used it to shield my face. I just wanted to shrink down into myself. Why did I have to run into Enzo right now, the morning after what we had done? To make matters worse, he approached us and stood in front of us. Even Lori seemed a bit excited at his presence. Did he even remember our night together, or was he confused by how strangely I was acting? “Hi, Enzo!” Jessica said, twirling a bit of her hair around her finger. “Are you excited about the homecoming game today?” I kept my gaze fixed on the ground, letting my bangs fall into my face, but I could feel Enzo’s stern gaze on me. “Yeah,” he replied. “Although, it’s not as exciting when we always know we’re gonna crush the other team. I hope they put up a good fight.” Jessica giggled like a giddy schoolgirl. I took a chance and glanced up, hoping to see Enzo walking away, but was met instead by his strong gaze fixed on me. He looked far less animalistic now; maybe his appearance last night was just a trick of the light or a result of the drink. Enzo had his arms folded as he looked at me. He looked almost disapproving. Was he upset that I walked out on him last night? It hardly seemed likely, given his reputation, but my heart still ached a bit. “You ready for practice, Enzo?” another guy said, striding up to us. He looked Jessica up and down hungrily, then glanced at me before looking at Enzo. Enzo nodded and stuck his hands in his pockets, his eyes still on me. “Yeah. Let’s go.” Later that afternoon, after we had cleaned up the dorm, I was in my room studying for an upcoming biology exam when Jessica came into my room. She was wearing a pleated pink mini-skirt, a fuzzy white sweater, and white sneakers with leg warmers. She had a full face of makeup on and her hair was curled perfectly. “Oh my god, you’re not ready yet?” she said, storming over to me and snapping my book shut unceremoniously. “Hey!” I said, throwing my pen down on my desk. “I was studying.” “Studying can wait,” Jessica replied. “Come on, let’s go to the hockey game! I heard some rumors that Enzo is planning on using some new moves.” My heart leaped up into my throat. “I’m not going,” I said, opening my book up to the page I was on. Jessica clearly didn’t like my response, because she stamped her foot on the ground angrily. “Aw, come on!” she whined. “You’re not really gonna make me go alone, are you?” I didn’t have the heart to tell my friend the truth about where I was last night. If she knew that I slept with Enzo, she would be heartbroken. Jessica had been pining away for Enzo since our first semester. He had never given her too much attention, but still, she went to all of his games, cheered him on, and even watched all the live streams of his tournaments online. She always talked about how he was a genius, how his physical abilities were godlike, and how he easily won every game he competed in. “Come on,” Jessica whined again. “Please? For me?” She batted her eyelashes. I sighed and closed my book again, rubbing my tired eyes. “Alright,” I replied, although I really just wanted to hide in my room and never see the star hockey player again. “I’ll go. But you owe me.” Jessica grinned and pranced out of the room while I got ready. I wanted to blend in, so I just wore a hoodie with the university logo on it and jeans. Jessica seemed a bit disappointed in my outfit choice but didn’t say anything as we made our way to the hockey arena. The whole way there, Jessica prattled on about Enzo. “His figure is just so perfect,” she said. “All of those appear in my dreams!” I hated to admit it, but hearing Jessica talk about Enzo made the memories of last night come flooding back… It made my body tingle. I tried to shake the thoughts out of my mind the best I could as we got in line to walk inside the arena, but I just couldn’t. The feeling of Enzo’s strong eyes on me as we were together, our limbs intertwined, was burned into my memory. I only hoped that I could leave this game without being seen by Enzo or Justin. Chapter 4 We walked inside the arena, which was already packed full of excited students. Half of the arena was reserved for our university, while the other half was reserved for the other university. Our school colors were burgundy and gold -- the other university was blue and black. “Let’s find a good seat,” Jessica said. I followed her up the stairs, then we shimmied between rows of seats toward a couple of empty spots. Once we had our seats, I could hear the conversation between other girls around me; their talking points mostly centered around Enzo. “Do you think he’ll make us succeed again?” “Of course! Enzo always plays perfectly.” “I feel so lucky just to be attending the same university as him!” I cringed a bit at the conversation and scrolled on my phone while I waited for the game to start. Beside me, Jessica pulled out a pair of binoculars and started scouring the ice rink. I can see the cheerleaders performing an energetic opening dance on ice skates before the game, with Lisa in the lead. She looked dazzling in her skimpy uniform, with her perfectly tanned legs and her hair pulled up into a high ponytail with a bow. She waved her pom poms around to hype the crowd up. Looking at the girl who stole my boyfriend made me sick. I had never been much of a sports fan, but the way the crowd was getting excited made me excited, too. As the hockey players skated out onto the rink, some of them skated up to certain cheerleaders who were their girlfriends and kissed them publicly. I could see Justin and Lisa exchanging glances. Justin had never brought me to his games, even though we had been dating for a couple of months. When I did go to his games, he never paid any attention to me until after. I thought that he was just shy at the time, but now I knew that he just didn’t want Lisa to see us together. “Don’t pay any attention to Justin,” Jessica said, handing me the binoculars so I could see better. “He’s not worth your time.” I took the binoculars and peered through them. For some reason, I searched for Enzo. I didn’t know why I wanted to see him so badly, but I did. And he saw me. Somehow, despite the thousands of students in this massive arena, Enzo looked directly at me. It was as though he had a sixth sense, like he knew exactly where I was without even having to think. Even from here, I could see the hint of wildness in his eyes from the night before; like I was his prey. I quickly gave the binoculars back to Jessica as my face turned red. Enzo turned away and skated out to the middle of the rink, skating around in circles and pumping his hockey stick in the air while the crowd cheered. All around me, girls screamed and swooned while guys whooped and hollered. The game started. I lost sight of the puck quickly, but was able to follow the game by watching Enzo, who skated as fast as lightning and moved nimbly around the rink as though he was born with ice skates on his feet. He would perform quick moves with his hockey stick to fake out the opponents, hitting the puck between their legs to one of his teammates before zooming away. He moved so quickly that he was almost like a flash. For some reason, it seemed almost supernatural to me… but no one else seemed to notice, so I figured that it was just in my head. Soon, the opponents became frustrated and aggressive. One player in particular -- I think he was the captain of the other team -- started following Enzo closely and trying to trip him up. “C’mon, Enzo!” Jessica shouted. “I hope he doesn’t get hurt,” another girl said from beside me, sitting up in her seat to see over someone in front of us. Enzo scored a goal, and suddenly, the other team’s captain threw his stick and his helmet down on the ice and tackled Enzo. The crowd gasped as they tussled on the ice. The other player threw punches at Enzo while Enzo only blocked and dodged, clearly not wanting to hurt the other player. It was now that I finally realized how much pressure was on Enzo as the star hockey player. I held my breath as I watched the fight, images of us that night flashing in my mind. For some reason, I cared enough about Enzo to not want him to get hurt. I didn’t care to look at Justin for even a second. The referee blew his whistle and broke up the fight. The crowd cheered as Enzo stood and put his helmet back on, covering his curly hair. The other player was put on the bench for his behavior and the game continued with a penalty for the other team. During halftime, the cheerleaders returned to the rink and began their halftime show. “You hungry?” I said to Jessica. She looked at me and shrugged, too involved in her conversation with another girl about how charming Enzo looked dodging the unsportsmanlike competitor during the fight. As long as I had known her, Jessica always had an easy time making friends. I didn’t mind it, because I was more introverted and appreciated the fact that she usually took control of all of the socializing at things like this. I stood and shimmied out of our row, then went down the bleachers toward the food stands. My stomach was growling and the smell of soft pretzels was making me even more hungry. “One soft pretzel, please,” I said to the vendor. “And water, too.” I handed my money to the vendor and waited for my pretzel. Just then, I felt someone watching me and turned around to see none other than Enzo. He was standing with his teammates by the side of the rink as they rested and drank water, but he was staring right at me. His eyes almost glowed. My heart started to race as I found myself unable to break away from his strong gaze. Something about him made me want to walk over to him as if I was in a trance… “Miss? Hello?” The vendor broke me out of my trance. He was holding out my pretzel and my water. “Oh… Sorry,” I said. “Thank you.” I took my pretzel. When I turned back, Enzo was no longer looking at me and was instead entrenched in a conversation with a teammate as though he hadn’t just been staring into my soul. I considered going back to Jessica, but after the encounter with Enzo finding me in the massive crowd and staring at me just now, I only wanted to leave. I decided to make up an excuse later and just go home; Jessica had made some friends already and probably wouldn’t even notice my absence. She could fill me in on the results of the game later. I left the arena, tossing my uneaten pretzel in the trash on the way out as my stomach suddenly felt too sick to eat. The cool autumn air was a bit of a relief as I walked back to the dorms, although I still felt stifled like I was being watched… or hunted. How was Enzo able to spot me in the crowd like that? And why did he always look so animalistic and hungry when he looked at me? I had never heard any of his many other flings complain of such a thing, so maybe it was all in my head. It had to be. Why else would Enzo seem like such a predator? | Listen to books | 145 | https://facebook.com/100093148902033 | 0 | LEARN_MORE | 1692342000 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
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You never play with girls more than once. You should be thanking me because I’m just making it easy for you.” “Is that what you really think of me?” Enzo asked. He didn’t try to hide his voice at all. For some reason, I felt more confident confronting him now. “Everyone knows you’re a player who only has fun with girls once before moving on to the next,” I said, stepping around him. He didn’t block me this time, but turned and frowned. “Well, you’re different,” he replied. Was this some sort of prank? The hockey captain, the star of the school, and a player thought I was “different” enough to keep talking to me after we spent a night together? I wondered if Lisa or Justin put him up to this to rub it in that I would never find love. Enzo stepped closer to me and brushed a bit of hair out of my eyes, finally lowering his voice to a whisper. “I want to have a second time with you.” Chapter 1 Nina It was the night of my coming-of-age party. I was most of all excited for one thing: tonight, Justin would finally announce that he was my boyfriend. Justin and I had been seeing each other for a couple of months now, but we had kept things under wraps so far. Frankly, I would have preferred to make our relationship public right away -- he was one of the most handsome and popular guys on campus, and was on the hockey team -- but he insisted that we wait until the right time. “I want to save announcing our relationship for a special night, baby,” he had told me. I had been asking when he would make our relationship public for a while, but maybe he was right; it was best to wait until a special time. That meant that he really loved me, right? As I stood in front of the mirror and admired myself, I felt confident that Justin would make our relationship public tonight. I prepared a surprise for him under my outfit now because I was certain that we would finally spend our first night together. Aside from the surprise above, which was a hot red lace set that I picked out at the mall a couple of days before the party, I was wearing a short, tight skirt that showed off my curves, a pink crop top, and heels. I wore red lipstick and black eyeliner, too. I felt a bit awkward wearing an outfit like this, as I usually dressed in jeans and hoodies; but my roommates, Jessica and Lori, insisted that I dress up for the party. The only thing that I kept the same about myself tonight was my hair, which had bangs and two long braids. I always wore my hair like this and never liked it any other way. Some people said it was childish, but I thought it was cute and practical. “You look so hot, Nina!” Jessica said as I came out of the room. “The guys are gonna be all over you!” I didn’t say anything about Justin. Even my own roommates didn’t know about our relationship. Lori looked at her phone and took another swig of her drink. “Everyone should be here any minute,” she said in her low, sultry voice. Lori was the quintessential “goth girl” on campus, which was a stark contrast from Jessica’s bubbly nature and my studious attitude. Somehow, though, we were all best friends. Just then, the door burst open with the first guests arriving. The group of guys and girls flooded in, whooping and hollering, excited for the party. With a grin, Jessica cranked up the music and started greeting people while I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. Lori walked over to the couch and sat down, scrolling on her phone; she really only ever came to parties for food and drink. Soon enough, the suite was full of people. The LED lights flashed red, green, and blue while the music played loudly, and the guests started getting excited and playing games. The main attraction seemed to be the bar table, where the boys competed like their lives depended on it, but people also hung out around the seating area, played games, and talk on the balcony. A while into the party, Justin finally arrived. I got excited, but instead of coming over to me and greeting me, he simply made a beeline for the bar table and joined the game. During a lull in the game, I sent Justin a text: “Well? Are we gonna announce it?” I watched from the corner as he pulled out his phone, read the text, then pocketed his phone again. He looked at me and subtly shrugged, then returned to his game as though he didn’t even know me. “Are you okay?” Jessica said, coming over to me with an extra drink in her hand for me. I shrugged. “I’m just not much of a partier, that’s all,” I said. “You just need a little courage, that’s all!” she said, clinking her bottle with mine and taking a big swig. I looked down at my drink and frowned. Jessica was right, but the drink wasn’t going to cut it -- not with how Justin was treating me tonight. “How about something more exciting?” I said. Jessica’s eyes lit up and she turned around to face the group, cupping her hands around her mouth to shout. “Hey everyone!” she shouted. “The birthday girl wants shots!” By my seventh shot, however, I started to feel woozy and felt like I was going to throw up. I stumbled down the hall to the bathroom and made it to the toilet just in time. When I was done throwing up, I stood up and made my way over to the sink, where I splashed some cold water on my face and took some deep breaths to sober myself up. I looked at my smudged makeup and my messy hair in the mirror, trying not to cry as I thought about Justin. Why was he treating me like this? Just a few days ago, we were making out behind the hockey arena and now he was acting like he didn’t even know me. Was he just nervous about announcing our relationship, or was it something else? Taking another deep breath and wiping the tears off of my face, I straightened up and decided to go talk to Justin. When I left the bathroom, however, he wasn’t anywhere to be found. “Hey, have you seen Justin?” I asked a guest. She just shrugged her shoulders and pointed toward my bedroom. Maybe he just went inside to be alone for a minute, which would give us some time to talk. I made my way over to my room, weaving drunkenly through the crowd. When I opened the door, however, I wished that I had just stayed away. Justin wasn’t alone. He was with another girl -- it was Lisa, the cheerleading captain. They were tangled together, Justin’s pants pulled down and Lisa’s clothes on the floor. “What is happening!” I screamed. The party went silent, aside from the music, which someone quickly shut off. Justin and Lisa sat up in my bed; Justin looked even more drunk and high than before, but immediately jumped up when he saw me and yanked his pants up. “Nina, it’s not what it looks like,” he said, stumbling toward me while Lisa simply stood up with a smirk, smoothing down her skirt. She strutted out of the room and bumped me with her shoulder on the way out as I continued to stare at Justin in shock and disbelief. Justin stammered as he tried to explain himself. “I’m so sorry, I-” “Justin…” I interrupted, my voice shaking. “We. Are. Done.” Without another word, I turned away and stormed out of the suite with Jessica and Lori calling after me. I walked out of the dorms into the cool spring air, turning this way and that for a bit before deciding to make my way toward town. I walked for a while, fuming the entire time and muttering to myself until I finally made it to a local bar. I nodded gratefully as the bartender poured me a glass, and I sipped it miserably while he disappeared into the kitchen. I pulled my phone out of my pocket to see that I had several missed calls and “Where are you?!?” texts from Jessica and Lori, but I ignored them and tossed my phone down on the bar, taking a big swig and cursing to myself. “Yeah, I hate my phone, too,” a male voice said from beside me. I looked over to see a guy pulling up a barstool a couple of seats down. He was wearing a red flannel shirt and a sharp jawline. He was muscular, too. “I hate everything right now,” I said, swirling my drink around in my glass with my straw. “How come?” The boy looked at me, and just then, I came to a shocking realization: this was Enzo, Justin’s hockey captain, the star of the school, every girl’s dream boy. And he was sitting next to me, in this quiet dive bar, talking to me. Chapter 2 Enzo must have noticed the expression on my face when I finally recognized him, because he smirked and held out a napkin for me. “Your makeup is smudged.” I blushed and grabbed the napkin from his hand, using it to wipe away my makeup while Enzo continued to stare at me. “Rough night?” he said once I finished cleaning up my makeup. “I guess you could say that,” I replied. “You know,” he said, his deep brown eyes studying my face, “you look better without makeup.” His words made me blush even more. What were the odds that the hockey captain would be hitting on me on the night of my birthday, right after my boyfriend had cheated on me? “Do you treat all the girls like this?” I said suddenly, surprised and embarrassed at my own question. It must have been the drink. Enzo simply smirked again and finished the last of his drink. He reached forward and brushed a bit of hair out of my face. “If you’re so intrigued by how I treat girls, why don’t you come and see it for yourself? I live in Dorm B, fourth floor. Room 409.” His voice was low and sultry, and as we leaned closer together, I felt my breathing become slower and more aroused. I frowned then and pulled away. I needed comfort tonight, but not that sort of comfort. “No way,” I said, crossing my arms. “I know your reputation. You’re a player.” “So what if I am?” Enzo murmured. “It’s your decision, but my room is open to you all night. You can just walk right in. No need to knock.” With that, Enzo sat back up and tossed some money down on the bar. “I’ll pay for the lady’s drink,” he said to the bartender, then threw his jacket over his shoulder and sauntered out of the bar. I kept sipping my drink while I thought about the unexpected proposition. Enzo was well-known as an adonis, a handsome player. Ever since Enzo and Lisa -- the cheerleader who stole my boyfriend -- broke up last semester, Enzo became known around the campus for being a bit of a player. He never had another girlfriend after Lisa, and seemed uninterested with women when it came to knowing them for more than one night. I had never been interested in those deeds. In high school, I was nerdy and never had a chance with any of the boys. The one time I thought I had a chance when the football quarterback asked me to prom, it turned out to be a prank. The whole school laughed at me as I showed up in my blue dress, excited to dance with the quarterback, only for him to trip me and make me fall on the dance floor. “Why would I want you?” he had said, pointing and laughing. “Fatty Nina will never have a boyfriend!” After that, I swore that I would just focus on my studies. I eventually grew out of that phase once I started college, and lots of boys tried to get me to hook up with them, but I just wasn’t interested. If I was going to let a boy interrupt my studies, he would have to be perfect. I had thought that Justin would be the one. He seemed so sweet and kind, but I guess that wasn’t the case. After this, I felt like never falling in love again. “Sorry to say this, young lady, but the bar’s closing soon,” the bartender said, breaking me out of my deep thought. I nodded and finished off the last of my drink, then stood and left the bar. The thought of going home right now almost made me sick. Maybe I didn’t have to go home tonight. I showed up at Enzo’s place a little while later. Before I walked in, I hesitated for a little while as I considered just keeping my dignity and going home. But I was all dressed up tonight with expensive lingerie, and besides… with Justin and Lisa’s double betrayal, what would be a better way to get back at them both? Taking a deep breath, I turned the knob and walked into Enzo’s dorm. He was sitting on the couch when I arrived, as though he had been waiting for me. “Changed your mind, eh?” he said, standing and crossing the room toward me. He was much taller than me, and muscular to boot. This close, I could smell his cologne. It sent a shiver down my spine. “So,” he said, “what changed your mind? I thought my reputation scared you.” “I just… Could use a little comfort,” I said. Without saying anything, he leaned down and cupped my chin with his hand. He kissed me deeply. He was soft and sweet, much unlike the rough and rugged hockey player who I had thought he was. After we kissed, he wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up to carry me to the bedroom. We never left each other the whole way there, and when we arrived his dimly lit bedroom he slammed the door behind us and laid me down on the bed. I was trembling, but there was something surprisingly gentle about Enzo’s touch. I had expected a careless brute who only cared about getting himself off, but as he leaned over me and gave me a shockingly sweet, gentle smile, I realized that my assumptions were wrong. Enzo kissed me deeply again, his body pressing against mine. I felt myself relax beneath his touch as my heart began to patter, a wave of emotion washing over me that I hadn’t ever felt before. But there was something that he didn’t know; something that made me nervous and worried that he wouldn’t want to be with me that night after I told him. “I should tell you that I’ve never done this before,” I whispered. Enzo was silent for a few moments. I was worried he wouldn’t want to continue after learning this about me, but then he merely smirked. “I figured,” he replied, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose. “I’ll be gentle with you.” When Enzo touched me after that, he kept true to his promise to be gentle with me. As his hands ran along my body, I noticed that he kept looking up at me with his soft brown eyes as though he was checking on me, and he gave me time to relax before trying to take it further. I was nervous, but something about the way he looked at me gave me a little confidence, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I had been wrong about the hockey player. A few minutes later, he looked me deeply in the eyes as if to ask if I was ready. I was trembling all over, partially from nerves and partially from the tingling in my body. “Lingerie, huh?” he whispered, sounding somewhat amused when he saw my innerwear. I blushed. “Since you went to all that trouble, why don’t you give me a show?” Still blushing, I took a deep breath and did as he asked. My hands shook at first, but soon I began to gain a little more confidence from the way that he looked at me with so much fire in his eyes, and I didn’t feel so nervous. Finally, I revealed myself to him as the last of my clothes hit the floor. Enzo’s eyes were wide as he gazed at me, but the slight smirk on his face never left. Then, with a soft smile, he held his hand out for me. I took it, feeling how small my hand was in his calloused palm, and couldn’t ignore the way my heart fluttered when he pulled me close. We laid beneath the sheets after that, our limbs tangled together and our hearts so close I could feel it beating through his ribcage. I was scared at first, but Enzo reassured me that it was okay. “I’ll be gentle. I promise,” he whispered gently, cradling me close to him. …… When it was over, Enzo and I laid in bed for a minute before he got up and put on his underwear. I sat up, feeling both heavenly and ashamed of myself. There was something different about Enzo now; his body language seemed more wild and dominant, and when he looked at me, his pupils were dilated. His eyes almost seemed like a different color. He smiled at me then and his teeth were sharp and glistening. My heart started to race as I felt like he was a wolf and I was his prey. Swallowing, I stood and put the rest of my clothes on. “See you around.” Before Enzo could reply, I rushed out of the bedroom and left the dorm. What was that look he gave me? Why did he look so… feral? Chapter 3 It was almost four o’clock in the morning by the time I finally returned to my dorm. Jessica and Lori were already asleep in their rooms judging from how dark and quiet everything was. The suite was a mess from the party and we would no doubt be spending the next day cleaning, but I was too hungover and tired to care at the moment. It appeared as though Lori and Jessica must have changed my sheets for me though, which I would have to thank them for in the morning. I wouldn’t have been able to sleep on the same sheets that Justin and Lisa had lied on. As I lay in bed trying to sleep, I was kept awake by my regrets. Had I just given myself to a near-stranger? A womanizer? All to get revenge against Justin and Lisa? I had never been so impulsive like this, especially when it came to love. Right now, I felt embarrassed and ashamed of this blunder. Enzo was incredibly attractive and the time we spent together was wonderful, but right now, I just wanted to forget about it. When I woke the next morning, my head pounded and my stomach hurt from all of the drinks from the night before. I rolled out of bed, ignoring my appearance as I stumbled into the kitchen in my oversized t-shirt and shorts. I just needed some coffee. “You know, you could’ve at least told us where you went last night,” Lori said from her usual spot at the kitchen island. She had a cup of coffee in front of her and was reading A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. “I’m sorry,” I replied, my face turning red as I remembered what happened after the party. “I just needed to get out.” “Why didn’t you tell us that you and Justin were a thing?” Jessica suddenly said, emerging from her room with a towel around her hair while she wore a fluffy pink robe and bunny slippers. She folded her arms and glared at me, pouting. I hung my head low as I poured myself a cup of coffee. I tried to hide it as the tears started to well up, but it was no use. Jessica rushed over to me and wrapped her arms around me while Lori watched with a sorry expression on her face. “I’m sorry,” I said between sobs. “H-He told me he just wanted to wait until the right time to make our relationship public. I t-thought he was just being a gentleman.” “Trash,” Lori replied. “Most of them, anyway. Don’t beat yourself up over it. You can do way better than Justin Thurlow.” Jessica nodded and rubbed my back, agreeing with Lori. “Yeah,” she said. “Screw boys. You’re smart and hot and you’re gonna be a doctor! Who needs boys? C’mon, let’s go get some breakfast.” Jessica and Lori were right. Boys were just a waste of time, and I had more important things to think about. I changed into my usual jeans and hoodie, brushed and braided my hair, and went with my roommates to the dining hall. “Oh my god!” Jessica exclaimed as we approached the dining hall. She squealed and pointed at none other than Enzo coming out the door. Jessica’s excitement garnered the attention of other nearby girls, who also squealed and waved as Enzo approached. I grabbed my hair and used it to shield my face. I just wanted to shrink down into myself. Why did I have to run into Enzo right now, the morning after what we had done? To make matters worse, he approached us and stood in front of us. Even Lori seemed a bit excited at his presence. Did he even remember our night together, or was he confused by how strangely I was acting? “Hi, Enzo!” Jessica said, twirling a bit of her hair around her finger. “Are you excited about the homecoming game today?” I kept my gaze fixed on the ground, letting my bangs fall into my face, but I could feel Enzo’s stern gaze on me. “Yeah,” he replied. “Although, it’s not as exciting when we always know we’re gonna crush the other team. I hope they put up a good fight.” Jessica giggled like a giddy schoolgirl. I took a chance and glanced up, hoping to see Enzo walking away, but was met instead by his strong gaze fixed on me. He looked far less animalistic now; maybe his appearance last night was just a trick of the light or a result of the drink. Enzo had his arms folded as he looked at me. He looked almost disapproving. Was he upset that I walked out on him last night? It hardly seemed likely, given his reputation, but my heart still ached a bit. “You ready for practice, Enzo?” another guy said, striding up to us. He looked Jessica up and down hungrily, then glanced at me before looking at Enzo. Enzo nodded and stuck his hands in his pockets, his eyes still on me. “Yeah. Let’s go.” Later that afternoon, after we had cleaned up the dorm, I was in my room studying for an upcoming biology exam when Jessica came into my room. She was wearing a pleated pink mini-skirt, a fuzzy white sweater, and white sneakers with leg warmers. She had a full face of makeup on and her hair was curled perfectly. “Oh my god, you’re not ready yet?” she said, storming over to me and snapping my book shut unceremoniously. “Hey!” I said, throwing my pen down on my desk. “I was studying.” “Studying can wait,” Jessica replied. “Come on, let’s go to the hockey game! I heard some rumors that Enzo is planning on using some new moves.” My heart leaped up into my throat. “I’m not going,” I said, opening my book up to the page I was on. Jessica clearly didn’t like my response, because she stamped her foot on the ground angrily. “Aw, come on!” she whined. “You’re not really gonna make me go alone, are you?” I didn’t have the heart to tell my friend the truth about where I was last night. If she knew that I slept with Enzo, she would be heartbroken. Jessica had been pining away for Enzo since our first semester. He had never given her too much attention, but still, she went to all of his games, cheered him on, and even watched all the live streams of his tournaments online. She always talked about how he was a genius, how his physical abilities were godlike, and how he easily won every game he competed in. “Come on,” Jessica whined again. “Please? For me?” She batted her eyelashes. I sighed and closed my book again, rubbing my tired eyes. “Alright,” I replied, although I really just wanted to hide in my room and never see the star hockey player again. “I’ll go. But you owe me.” Jessica grinned and pranced out of the room while I got ready. I wanted to blend in, so I just wore a hoodie with the university logo on it and jeans. Jessica seemed a bit disappointed in my outfit choice but didn’t say anything as we made our way to the hockey arena. The whole way there, Jessica prattled on about Enzo. “His figure is just so perfect,” she said. “All of those appear in my dreams!” I hated to admit it, but hearing Jessica talk about Enzo made the memories of last night come flooding back… It made my body tingle. I tried to shake the thoughts out of my mind the best I could as we got in line to walk inside the arena, but I just couldn’t. The feeling of Enzo’s strong eyes on me as we were together, our limbs intertwined, was burned into my memory. I only hoped that I could leave this game without being seen by Enzo or Justin. Chapter 4 We walked inside the arena, which was already packed full of excited students. Half of the arena was reserved for our university, while the other half was reserved for the other university. Our school colors were burgundy and gold -- the other university was blue and black. “Let’s find a good seat,” Jessica said. I followed her up the stairs, then we shimmied between rows of seats toward a couple of empty spots. Once we had our seats, I could hear the conversation between other girls around me; their talking points mostly centered around Enzo. “Do you think he’ll make us succeed again?” “Of course! Enzo always plays perfectly.” “I feel so lucky just to be attending the same university as him!” I cringed a bit at the conversation and scrolled on my phone while I waited for the game to start. Beside me, Jessica pulled out a pair of binoculars and started scouring the ice rink. I can see the cheerleaders performing an energetic opening dance on ice skates before the game, with Lisa in the lead. She looked dazzling in her skimpy uniform, with her perfectly tanned legs and her hair pulled up into a high ponytail with a bow. She waved her pom poms around to hype the crowd up. Looking at the girl who stole my boyfriend made me sick. I had never been much of a sports fan, but the way the crowd was getting excited made me excited, too. As the hockey players skated out onto the rink, some of them skated up to certain cheerleaders who were their girlfriends and kissed them publicly. I could see Justin and Lisa exchanging glances. Justin had never brought me to his games, even though we had been dating for a couple of months. When I did go to his games, he never paid any attention to me until after. I thought that he was just shy at the time, but now I knew that he just didn’t want Lisa to see us together. “Don’t pay any attention to Justin,” Jessica said, handing me the binoculars so I could see better. “He’s not worth your time.” I took the binoculars and peered through them. For some reason, I searched for Enzo. I didn’t know why I wanted to see him so badly, but I did. And he saw me. Somehow, despite the thousands of students in this massive arena, Enzo looked directly at me. It was as though he had a sixth sense, like he knew exactly where I was without even having to think. Even from here, I could see the hint of wildness in his eyes from the night before; like I was his prey. I quickly gave the binoculars back to Jessica as my face turned red. Enzo turned away and skated out to the middle of the rink, skating around in circles and pumping his hockey stick in the air while the crowd cheered. All around me, girls screamed and swooned while guys whooped and hollered. The game started. I lost sight of the puck quickly, but was able to follow the game by watching Enzo, who skated as fast as lightning and moved nimbly around the rink as though he was born with ice skates on his feet. He would perform quick moves with his hockey stick to fake out the opponents, hitting the puck between their legs to one of his teammates before zooming away. He moved so quickly that he was almost like a flash. For some reason, it seemed almost supernatural to me… but no one else seemed to notice, so I figured that it was just in my head. Soon, the opponents became frustrated and aggressive. One player in particular -- I think he was the captain of the other team -- started following Enzo closely and trying to trip him up. “C’mon, Enzo!” Jessica shouted. “I hope he doesn’t get hurt,” another girl said from beside me, sitting up in her seat to see over someone in front of us. Enzo scored a goal, and suddenly, the other team’s captain threw his stick and his helmet down on the ice and tackled Enzo. The crowd gasped as they tussled on the ice. The other player threw punches at Enzo while Enzo only blocked and dodged, clearly not wanting to hurt the other player. It was now that I finally realized how much pressure was on Enzo as the star hockey player. I held my breath as I watched the fight, images of us that night flashing in my mind. For some reason, I cared enough about Enzo to not want him to get hurt. I didn’t care to look at Justin for even a second. The referee blew his whistle and broke up the fight. The crowd cheered as Enzo stood and put his helmet back on, covering his curly hair. The other player was put on the bench for his behavior and the game continued with a penalty for the other team. During halftime, the cheerleaders returned to the rink and began their halftime show. “You hungry?” I said to Jessica. She looked at me and shrugged, too involved in her conversation with another girl about how charming Enzo looked dodging the unsportsmanlike competitor during the fight. As long as I had known her, Jessica always had an easy time making friends. I didn’t mind it, because I was more introverted and appreciated the fact that she usually took control of all of the socializing at things like this. I stood and shimmied out of our row, then went down the bleachers toward the food stands. My stomach was growling and the smell of soft pretzels was making me even more hungry. “One soft pretzel, please,” I said to the vendor. “And water, too.” I handed my money to the vendor and waited for my pretzel. Just then, I felt someone watching me and turned around to see none other than Enzo. He was standing with his teammates by the side of the rink as they rested and drank water, but he was staring right at me. His eyes almost glowed. My heart started to race as I found myself unable to break away from his strong gaze. Something about him made me want to walk over to him as if I was in a trance… “Miss? Hello?” The vendor broke me out of my trance. He was holding out my pretzel and my water. “Oh… Sorry,” I said. “Thank you.” I took my pretzel. When I turned back, Enzo was no longer looking at me and was instead entrenched in a conversation with a teammate as though he hadn’t just been staring into my soul. I considered going back to Jessica, but after the encounter with Enzo finding me in the massive crowd and staring at me just now, I only wanted to leave. I decided to make up an excuse later and just go home; Jessica had made some friends already and probably wouldn’t even notice my absence. She could fill me in on the results of the game later. I left the arena, tossing my uneaten pretzel in the trash on the way out as my stomach suddenly felt too sick to eat. The cool autumn air was a bit of a relief as I walked back to the dorms, although I still felt stifled like I was being watched… or hunted. How was Enzo able to spot me in the crowd like that? And why did he always look so animalistic and hungry when he looked at me? I had never heard any of his many other flings complain of such a thing, so maybe it was all in my head. It had to be. Why else would Enzo seem like such a predator? | Listen to books | 145 | https://facebook.com/100093148902033 | 0 | LEARN_MORE | 1692428400 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
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You never play with girls more than once. You should be thanking me because I’m just making it easy for you.” “Is that what you really think of me?” Enzo asked. He didn’t try to hide his voice at all. For some reason, I felt more confident confronting him now. “Everyone knows you’re a player who only has fun with girls once before moving on to the next,” I said, stepping around him. He didn’t block me this time, but turned and frowned. “Well, you’re different,” he replied. Was this some sort of prank? The hockey captain, the star of the school, and a player thought I was “different” enough to keep talking to me after we spent a night together? I wondered if Lisa or Justin put him up to this to rub it in that I would never find love. Enzo stepped closer to me and brushed a bit of hair out of my eyes, finally lowering his voice to a whisper. “I want to have a second time with you.” Chapter 1 Nina It was the night of my coming-of-age party. I was most of all excited for one thing: tonight, Justin would finally announce that he was my boyfriend. Justin and I had been seeing each other for a couple of months now, but we had kept things under wraps so far. Frankly, I would have preferred to make our relationship public right away -- he was one of the most handsome and popular guys on campus, and was on the hockey team -- but he insisted that we wait until the right time. “I want to save announcing our relationship for a special night, baby,” he had told me. I had been asking when he would make our relationship public for a while, but maybe he was right; it was best to wait until a special time. That meant that he really loved me, right? As I stood in front of the mirror and admired myself, I felt confident that Justin would make our relationship public tonight. I prepared a surprise for him under my outfit now because I was certain that we would finally spend our first night together. Aside from the surprise above, which was a hot red lace set that I picked out at the mall a couple of days before the party, I was wearing a short, tight skirt that showed off my curves, a pink crop top, and heels. I wore red lipstick and black eyeliner, too. I felt a bit awkward wearing an outfit like this, as I usually dressed in jeans and hoodies; but my roommates, Jessica and Lori, insisted that I dress up for the party. The only thing that I kept the same about myself tonight was my hair, which had bangs and two long braids. I always wore my hair like this and never liked it any other way. Some people said it was childish, but I thought it was cute and practical. “You look so hot, Nina!” Jessica said as I came out of the room. “The guys are gonna be all over you!” I didn’t say anything about Justin. Even my own roommates didn’t know about our relationship. Lori looked at her phone and took another swig of her drink. “Everyone should be here any minute,” she said in her low, sultry voice. Lori was the quintessential “goth girl” on campus, which was a stark contrast from Jessica’s bubbly nature and my studious attitude. Somehow, though, we were all best friends. Just then, the door burst open with the first guests arriving. The group of guys and girls flooded in, whooping and hollering, excited for the party. With a grin, Jessica cranked up the music and started greeting people while I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. Lori walked over to the couch and sat down, scrolling on her phone; she really only ever came to parties for food and drink. Soon enough, the suite was full of people. The LED lights flashed red, green, and blue while the music played loudly, and the guests started getting excited and playing games. The main attraction seemed to be the bar table, where the boys competed like their lives depended on it, but people also hung out around the seating area, played games, and talk on the balcony. A while into the party, Justin finally arrived. I got excited, but instead of coming over to me and greeting me, he simply made a beeline for the bar table and joined the game. During a lull in the game, I sent Justin a text: “Well? Are we gonna announce it?” I watched from the corner as he pulled out his phone, read the text, then pocketed his phone again. He looked at me and subtly shrugged, then returned to his game as though he didn’t even know me. “Are you okay?” Jessica said, coming over to me with an extra drink in her hand for me. I shrugged. “I’m just not much of a partier, that’s all,” I said. “You just need a little courage, that’s all!” she said, clinking her bottle with mine and taking a big swig. I looked down at my drink and frowned. Jessica was right, but the drink wasn’t going to cut it -- not with how Justin was treating me tonight. “How about something more exciting?” I said. Jessica’s eyes lit up and she turned around to face the group, cupping her hands around her mouth to shout. “Hey everyone!” she shouted. “The birthday girl wants shots!” By my seventh shot, however, I started to feel woozy and felt like I was going to throw up. I stumbled down the hall to the bathroom and made it to the toilet just in time. When I was done throwing up, I stood up and made my way over to the sink, where I splashed some cold water on my face and took some deep breaths to sober myself up. I looked at my smudged makeup and my messy hair in the mirror, trying not to cry as I thought about Justin. Why was he treating me like this? Just a few days ago, we were making out behind the hockey arena and now he was acting like he didn’t even know me. Was he just nervous about announcing our relationship, or was it something else? Taking another deep breath and wiping the tears off of my face, I straightened up and decided to go talk to Justin. When I left the bathroom, however, he wasn’t anywhere to be found. “Hey, have you seen Justin?” I asked a guest. She just shrugged her shoulders and pointed toward my bedroom. Maybe he just went inside to be alone for a minute, which would give us some time to talk. I made my way over to my room, weaving drunkenly through the crowd. When I opened the door, however, I wished that I had just stayed away. Justin wasn’t alone. He was with another girl -- it was Lisa, the cheerleading captain. They were tangled together, Justin’s pants pulled down and Lisa’s clothes on the floor. “What is happening!” I screamed. The party went silent, aside from the music, which someone quickly shut off. Justin and Lisa sat up in my bed; Justin looked even more drunk and high than before, but immediately jumped up when he saw me and yanked his pants up. “Nina, it’s not what it looks like,” he said, stumbling toward me while Lisa simply stood up with a smirk, smoothing down her skirt. She strutted out of the room and bumped me with her shoulder on the way out as I continued to stare at Justin in shock and disbelief. Justin stammered as he tried to explain himself. “I’m so sorry, I-” “Justin…” I interrupted, my voice shaking. “We. Are. Done.” Without another word, I turned away and stormed out of the suite with Jessica and Lori calling after me. I walked out of the dorms into the cool spring air, turning this way and that for a bit before deciding to make my way toward town. I walked for a while, fuming the entire time and muttering to myself until I finally made it to a local bar. I nodded gratefully as the bartender poured me a glass, and I sipped it miserably while he disappeared into the kitchen. I pulled my phone out of my pocket to see that I had several missed calls and “Where are you?!?” texts from Jessica and Lori, but I ignored them and tossed my phone down on the bar, taking a big swig and cursing to myself. “Yeah, I hate my phone, too,” a male voice said from beside me. I looked over to see a guy pulling up a barstool a couple of seats down. He was wearing a red flannel shirt and a sharp jawline. He was muscular, too. “I hate everything right now,” I said, swirling my drink around in my glass with my straw. “How come?” The boy looked at me, and just then, I came to a shocking realization: this was Enzo, Justin’s hockey captain, the star of the school, every girl’s dream boy. And he was sitting next to me, in this quiet dive bar, talking to me. Chapter 2 Enzo must have noticed the expression on my face when I finally recognized him, because he smirked and held out a napkin for me. “Your makeup is smudged.” I blushed and grabbed the napkin from his hand, using it to wipe away my makeup while Enzo continued to stare at me. “Rough night?” he said once I finished cleaning up my makeup. “I guess you could say that,” I replied. “You know,” he said, his deep brown eyes studying my face, “you look better without makeup.” His words made me blush even more. What were the odds that the hockey captain would be hitting on me on the night of my birthday, right after my boyfriend had cheated on me? “Do you treat all the girls like this?” I said suddenly, surprised and embarrassed at my own question. It must have been the drink. Enzo simply smirked again and finished the last of his drink. He reached forward and brushed a bit of hair out of my face. “If you’re so intrigued by how I treat girls, why don’t you come and see it for yourself? I live in Dorm B, fourth floor. Room 409.” His voice was low and sultry, and as we leaned closer together, I felt my breathing become slower and more aroused. I frowned then and pulled away. I needed comfort tonight, but not that sort of comfort. “No way,” I said, crossing my arms. “I know your reputation. You’re a player.” “So what if I am?” Enzo murmured. “It’s your decision, but my room is open to you all night. You can just walk right in. No need to knock.” With that, Enzo sat back up and tossed some money down on the bar. “I’ll pay for the lady’s drink,” he said to the bartender, then threw his jacket over his shoulder and sauntered out of the bar. I kept sipping my drink while I thought about the unexpected proposition. Enzo was well-known as an adonis, a handsome player. Ever since Enzo and Lisa -- the cheerleader who stole my boyfriend -- broke up last semester, Enzo became known around the campus for being a bit of a player. He never had another girlfriend after Lisa, and seemed uninterested with women when it came to knowing them for more than one night. I had never been interested in those deeds. In high school, I was nerdy and never had a chance with any of the boys. The one time I thought I had a chance when the football quarterback asked me to prom, it turned out to be a prank. The whole school laughed at me as I showed up in my blue dress, excited to dance with the quarterback, only for him to trip me and make me fall on the dance floor. “Why would I want you?” he had said, pointing and laughing. “Fatty Nina will never have a boyfriend!” After that, I swore that I would just focus on my studies. I eventually grew out of that phase once I started college, and lots of boys tried to get me to hook up with them, but I just wasn’t interested. If I was going to let a boy interrupt my studies, he would have to be perfect. I had thought that Justin would be the one. He seemed so sweet and kind, but I guess that wasn’t the case. After this, I felt like never falling in love again. “Sorry to say this, young lady, but the bar’s closing soon,” the bartender said, breaking me out of my deep thought. I nodded and finished off the last of my drink, then stood and left the bar. The thought of going home right now almost made me sick. Maybe I didn’t have to go home tonight. I showed up at Enzo’s place a little while later. Before I walked in, I hesitated for a little while as I considered just keeping my dignity and going home. But I was all dressed up tonight with expensive lingerie, and besides… with Justin and Lisa’s double betrayal, what would be a better way to get back at them both? Taking a deep breath, I turned the knob and walked into Enzo’s dorm. He was sitting on the couch when I arrived, as though he had been waiting for me. “Changed your mind, eh?” he said, standing and crossing the room toward me. He was much taller than me, and muscular to boot. This close, I could smell his cologne. It sent a shiver down my spine. “So,” he said, “what changed your mind? I thought my reputation scared you.” “I just… Could use a little comfort,” I said. Without saying anything, he leaned down and cupped my chin with his hand. He kissed me deeply. He was soft and sweet, much unlike the rough and rugged hockey player who I had thought he was. After we kissed, he wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up to carry me to the bedroom. We never left each other the whole way there, and when we arrived his dimly lit bedroom he slammed the door behind us and laid me down on the bed. I was trembling, but there was something surprisingly gentle about Enzo’s touch. I had expected a careless brute who only cared about getting himself off, but as he leaned over me and gave me a shockingly sweet, gentle smile, I realized that my assumptions were wrong. Enzo kissed me deeply again, his body pressing against mine. I felt myself relax beneath his touch as my heart began to patter, a wave of emotion washing over me that I hadn’t ever felt before. But there was something that he didn’t know; something that made me nervous and worried that he wouldn’t want to be with me that night after I told him. “I should tell you that I’ve never done this before,” I whispered. Enzo was silent for a few moments. I was worried he wouldn’t want to continue after learning this about me, but then he merely smirked. “I figured,” he replied, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose. “I’ll be gentle with you.” When Enzo touched me after that, he kept true to his promise to be gentle with me. As his hands ran along my body, I noticed that he kept looking up at me with his soft brown eyes as though he was checking on me, and he gave me time to relax before trying to take it further. I was nervous, but something about the way he looked at me gave me a little confidence, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I had been wrong about the hockey player. A few minutes later, he looked me deeply in the eyes as if to ask if I was ready. I was trembling all over, partially from nerves and partially from the tingling in my body. “Lingerie, huh?” he whispered, sounding somewhat amused when he saw my innerwear. I blushed. “Since you went to all that trouble, why don’t you give me a show?” Still blushing, I took a deep breath and did as he asked. My hands shook at first, but soon I began to gain a little more confidence from the way that he looked at me with so much fire in his eyes, and I didn’t feel so nervous. Finally, I revealed myself to him as the last of my clothes hit the floor. Enzo’s eyes were wide as he gazed at me, but the slight smirk on his face never left. Then, with a soft smile, he held his hand out for me. I took it, feeling how small my hand was in his calloused palm, and couldn’t ignore the way my heart fluttered when he pulled me close. We laid beneath the sheets after that, our limbs tangled together and our hearts so close I could feel it beating through his ribcage. I was scared at first, but Enzo reassured me that it was okay. “I’ll be gentle. I promise,” he whispered gently, cradling me close to him. …… When it was over, Enzo and I laid in bed for a minute before he got up and put on his underwear. I sat up, feeling both heavenly and ashamed of myself. There was something different about Enzo now; his body language seemed more wild and dominant, and when he looked at me, his pupils were dilated. His eyes almost seemed like a different color. He smiled at me then and his teeth were sharp and glistening. My heart started to race as I felt like he was a wolf and I was his prey. Swallowing, I stood and put the rest of my clothes on. “See you around.” Before Enzo could reply, I rushed out of the bedroom and left the dorm. What was that look he gave me? Why did he look so… feral? Chapter 3 It was almost four o’clock in the morning by the time I finally returned to my dorm. Jessica and Lori were already asleep in their rooms judging from how dark and quiet everything was. The suite was a mess from the party and we would no doubt be spending the next day cleaning, but I was too hungover and tired to care at the moment. It appeared as though Lori and Jessica must have changed my sheets for me though, which I would have to thank them for in the morning. I wouldn’t have been able to sleep on the same sheets that Justin and Lisa had lied on. As I lay in bed trying to sleep, I was kept awake by my regrets. Had I just given myself to a near-stranger? A womanizer? All to get revenge against Justin and Lisa? I had never been so impulsive like this, especially when it came to love. Right now, I felt embarrassed and ashamed of this blunder. Enzo was incredibly attractive and the time we spent together was wonderful, but right now, I just wanted to forget about it. When I woke the next morning, my head pounded and my stomach hurt from all of the drinks from the night before. I rolled out of bed, ignoring my appearance as I stumbled into the kitchen in my oversized t-shirt and shorts. I just needed some coffee. “You know, you could’ve at least told us where you went last night,” Lori said from her usual spot at the kitchen island. She had a cup of coffee in front of her and was reading A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. “I’m sorry,” I replied, my face turning red as I remembered what happened after the party. “I just needed to get out.” “Why didn’t you tell us that you and Justin were a thing?” Jessica suddenly said, emerging from her room with a towel around her hair while she wore a fluffy pink robe and bunny slippers. She folded her arms and glared at me, pouting. I hung my head low as I poured myself a cup of coffee. I tried to hide it as the tears started to well up, but it was no use. Jessica rushed over to me and wrapped her arms around me while Lori watched with a sorry expression on her face. “I’m sorry,” I said between sobs. “H-He told me he just wanted to wait until the right time to make our relationship public. I t-thought he was just being a gentleman.” “Trash,” Lori replied. “Most of them, anyway. Don’t beat yourself up over it. You can do way better than Justin Thurlow.” Jessica nodded and rubbed my back, agreeing with Lori. “Yeah,” she said. “Screw boys. You’re smart and hot and you’re gonna be a doctor! Who needs boys? C’mon, let’s go get some breakfast.” Jessica and Lori were right. Boys were just a waste of time, and I had more important things to think about. I changed into my usual jeans and hoodie, brushed and braided my hair, and went with my roommates to the dining hall. “Oh my god!” Jessica exclaimed as we approached the dining hall. She squealed and pointed at none other than Enzo coming out the door. Jessica’s excitement garnered the attention of other nearby girls, who also squealed and waved as Enzo approached. I grabbed my hair and used it to shield my face. I just wanted to shrink down into myself. Why did I have to run into Enzo right now, the morning after what we had done? To make matters worse, he approached us and stood in front of us. Even Lori seemed a bit excited at his presence. Did he even remember our night together, or was he confused by how strangely I was acting? “Hi, Enzo!” Jessica said, twirling a bit of her hair around her finger. “Are you excited about the homecoming game today?” I kept my gaze fixed on the ground, letting my bangs fall into my face, but I could feel Enzo’s stern gaze on me. “Yeah,” he replied. “Although, it’s not as exciting when we always know we’re gonna crush the other team. I hope they put up a good fight.” Jessica giggled like a giddy schoolgirl. I took a chance and glanced up, hoping to see Enzo walking away, but was met instead by his strong gaze fixed on me. He looked far less animalistic now; maybe his appearance last night was just a trick of the light or a result of the drink. Enzo had his arms folded as he looked at me. He looked almost disapproving. Was he upset that I walked out on him last night? It hardly seemed likely, given his reputation, but my heart still ached a bit. “You ready for practice, Enzo?” another guy said, striding up to us. He looked Jessica up and down hungrily, then glanced at me before looking at Enzo. Enzo nodded and stuck his hands in his pockets, his eyes still on me. “Yeah. Let’s go.” Later that afternoon, after we had cleaned up the dorm, I was in my room studying for an upcoming biology exam when Jessica came into my room. She was wearing a pleated pink mini-skirt, a fuzzy white sweater, and white sneakers with leg warmers. She had a full face of makeup on and her hair was curled perfectly. “Oh my god, you’re not ready yet?” she said, storming over to me and snapping my book shut unceremoniously. “Hey!” I said, throwing my pen down on my desk. “I was studying.” “Studying can wait,” Jessica replied. “Come on, let’s go to the hockey game! I heard some rumors that Enzo is planning on using some new moves.” My heart leaped up into my throat. “I’m not going,” I said, opening my book up to the page I was on. Jessica clearly didn’t like my response, because she stamped her foot on the ground angrily. “Aw, come on!” she whined. “You’re not really gonna make me go alone, are you?” I didn’t have the heart to tell my friend the truth about where I was last night. If she knew that I slept with Enzo, she would be heartbroken. Jessica had been pining away for Enzo since our first semester. He had never given her too much attention, but still, she went to all of his games, cheered him on, and even watched all the live streams of his tournaments online. She always talked about how he was a genius, how his physical abilities were godlike, and how he easily won every game he competed in. “Come on,” Jessica whined again. “Please? For me?” She batted her eyelashes. I sighed and closed my book again, rubbing my tired eyes. “Alright,” I replied, although I really just wanted to hide in my room and never see the star hockey player again. “I’ll go. But you owe me.” Jessica grinned and pranced out of the room while I got ready. I wanted to blend in, so I just wore a hoodie with the university logo on it and jeans. Jessica seemed a bit disappointed in my outfit choice but didn’t say anything as we made our way to the hockey arena. The whole way there, Jessica prattled on about Enzo. “His figure is just so perfect,” she said. “All of those appear in my dreams!” I hated to admit it, but hearing Jessica talk about Enzo made the memories of last night come flooding back… It made my body tingle. I tried to shake the thoughts out of my mind the best I could as we got in line to walk inside the arena, but I just couldn’t. The feeling of Enzo’s strong eyes on me as we were together, our limbs intertwined, was burned into my memory. I only hoped that I could leave this game without being seen by Enzo or Justin. Chapter 4 We walked inside the arena, which was already packed full of excited students. Half of the arena was reserved for our university, while the other half was reserved for the other university. Our school colors were burgundy and gold -- the other university was blue and black. “Let’s find a good seat,” Jessica said. I followed her up the stairs, then we shimmied between rows of seats toward a couple of empty spots. Once we had our seats, I could hear the conversation between other girls around me; their talking points mostly centered around Enzo. “Do you think he’ll make us succeed again?” “Of course! Enzo always plays perfectly.” “I feel so lucky just to be attending the same university as him!” I cringed a bit at the conversation and scrolled on my phone while I waited for the game to start. Beside me, Jessica pulled out a pair of binoculars and started scouring the ice rink. I can see the cheerleaders performing an energetic opening dance on ice skates before the game, with Lisa in the lead. She looked dazzling in her skimpy uniform, with her perfectly tanned legs and her hair pulled up into a high ponytail with a bow. She waved her pom poms around to hype the crowd up. Looking at the girl who stole my boyfriend made me sick. I had never been much of a sports fan, but the way the crowd was getting excited made me excited, too. As the hockey players skated out onto the rink, some of them skated up to certain cheerleaders who were their girlfriends and kissed them publicly. I could see Justin and Lisa exchanging glances. Justin had never brought me to his games, even though we had been dating for a couple of months. When I did go to his games, he never paid any attention to me until after. I thought that he was just shy at the time, but now I knew that he just didn’t want Lisa to see us together. “Don’t pay any attention to Justin,” Jessica said, handing me the binoculars so I could see better. “He’s not worth your time.” I took the binoculars and peered through them. For some reason, I searched for Enzo. I didn’t know why I wanted to see him so badly, but I did. And he saw me. Somehow, despite the thousands of students in this massive arena, Enzo looked directly at me. It was as though he had a sixth sense, like he knew exactly where I was without even having to think. Even from here, I could see the hint of wildness in his eyes from the night before; like I was his prey. I quickly gave the binoculars back to Jessica as my face turned red. Enzo turned away and skated out to the middle of the rink, skating around in circles and pumping his hockey stick in the air while the crowd cheered. All around me, girls screamed and swooned while guys whooped and hollered. The game started. I lost sight of the puck quickly, but was able to follow the game by watching Enzo, who skated as fast as lightning and moved nimbly around the rink as though he was born with ice skates on his feet. He would perform quick moves with his hockey stick to fake out the opponents, hitting the puck between their legs to one of his teammates before zooming away. He moved so quickly that he was almost like a flash. For some reason, it seemed almost supernatural to me… but no one else seemed to notice, so I figured that it was just in my head. Soon, the opponents became frustrated and aggressive. One player in particular -- I think he was the captain of the other team -- started following Enzo closely and trying to trip him up. “C’mon, Enzo!” Jessica shouted. “I hope he doesn’t get hurt,” another girl said from beside me, sitting up in her seat to see over someone in front of us. Enzo scored a goal, and suddenly, the other team’s captain threw his stick and his helmet down on the ice and tackled Enzo. The crowd gasped as they tussled on the ice. The other player threw punches at Enzo while Enzo only blocked and dodged, clearly not wanting to hurt the other player. It was now that I finally realized how much pressure was on Enzo as the star hockey player. I held my breath as I watched the fight, images of us that night flashing in my mind. For some reason, I cared enough about Enzo to not want him to get hurt. I didn’t care to look at Justin for even a second. The referee blew his whistle and broke up the fight. The crowd cheered as Enzo stood and put his helmet back on, covering his curly hair. The other player was put on the bench for his behavior and the game continued with a penalty for the other team. During halftime, the cheerleaders returned to the rink and began their halftime show. “You hungry?” I said to Jessica. She looked at me and shrugged, too involved in her conversation with another girl about how charming Enzo looked dodging the unsportsmanlike competitor during the fight. As long as I had known her, Jessica always had an easy time making friends. I didn’t mind it, because I was more introverted and appreciated the fact that she usually took control of all of the socializing at things like this. I stood and shimmied out of our row, then went down the bleachers toward the food stands. My stomach was growling and the smell of soft pretzels was making me even more hungry. “One soft pretzel, please,” I said to the vendor. “And water, too.” I handed my money to the vendor and waited for my pretzel. Just then, I felt someone watching me and turned around to see none other than Enzo. He was standing with his teammates by the side of the rink as they rested and drank water, but he was staring right at me. His eyes almost glowed. My heart started to race as I found myself unable to break away from his strong gaze. Something about him made me want to walk over to him as if I was in a trance… “Miss? Hello?” The vendor broke me out of my trance. He was holding out my pretzel and my water. “Oh… Sorry,” I said. “Thank you.” I took my pretzel. When I turned back, Enzo was no longer looking at me and was instead entrenched in a conversation with a teammate as though he hadn’t just been staring into my soul. I considered going back to Jessica, but after the encounter with Enzo finding me in the massive crowd and staring at me just now, I only wanted to leave. I decided to make up an excuse later and just go home; Jessica had made some friends already and probably wouldn’t even notice my absence. She could fill me in on the results of the game later. I left the arena, tossing my uneaten pretzel in the trash on the way out as my stomach suddenly felt too sick to eat. The cool autumn air was a bit of a relief as I walked back to the dorms, although I still felt stifled like I was being watched… or hunted. How was Enzo able to spot me in the crowd like that? And why did he always look so animalistic and hungry when he looked at me? I had never heard any of his many other flings complain of such a thing, so maybe it was all in my head. It had to be. Why else would Enzo seem like such a predator? | Listen to books | 145 | https://facebook.com/100093148902033 | 0 | LEARN_MORE | 1692428400 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
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You never play with girls more than once. You should be thanking me because I’m just making it easy for you.” “Is that what you really think of me?” Enzo asked. He didn’t try to hide his voice at all. For some reason, I felt more confident confronting him now. “Everyone knows you’re a player who only has fun with girls once before moving on to the next,” I said, stepping around him. He didn’t block me this time, but turned and frowned. “Well, you’re different,” he replied. Was this some sort of prank? The hockey captain, the star of the school, and a player thought I was “different” enough to keep talking to me after we spent a night together? I wondered if Lisa or Justin put him up to this to rub it in that I would never find love. Enzo stepped closer to me and brushed a bit of hair out of my eyes, finally lowering his voice to a whisper. “I want to have a second time with you.” Chapter 1 Nina It was the night of my coming-of-age party. I was most of all excited for one thing: tonight, Justin would finally announce that he was my boyfriend. Justin and I had been seeing each other for a couple of months now, but we had kept things under wraps so far. Frankly, I would have preferred to make our relationship public right away -- he was one of the most handsome and popular guys on campus, and was on the hockey team -- but he insisted that we wait until the right time. “I want to save announcing our relationship for a special night, baby,” he had told me. I had been asking when he would make our relationship public for a while, but maybe he was right; it was best to wait until a special time. That meant that he really loved me, right? As I stood in front of the mirror and admired myself, I felt confident that Justin would make our relationship public tonight. I prepared a surprise for him under my outfit now because I was certain that we would finally spend our first night together. Aside from the surprise above, which was a hot red lace set that I picked out at the mall a couple of days before the party, I was wearing a short, tight skirt that showed off my curves, a pink crop top, and heels. I wore red lipstick and black eyeliner, too. I felt a bit awkward wearing an outfit like this, as I usually dressed in jeans and hoodies; but my roommates, Jessica and Lori, insisted that I dress up for the party. The only thing that I kept the same about myself tonight was my hair, which had bangs and two long braids. I always wore my hair like this and never liked it any other way. Some people said it was childish, but I thought it was cute and practical. “You look so hot, Nina!” Jessica said as I came out of the room. “The guys are gonna be all over you!” I didn’t say anything about Justin. Even my own roommates didn’t know about our relationship. Lori looked at her phone and took another swig of her drink. “Everyone should be here any minute,” she said in her low, sultry voice. Lori was the quintessential “goth girl” on campus, which was a stark contrast from Jessica’s bubbly nature and my studious attitude. Somehow, though, we were all best friends. Just then, the door burst open with the first guests arriving. The group of guys and girls flooded in, whooping and hollering, excited for the party. With a grin, Jessica cranked up the music and started greeting people while I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. Lori walked over to the couch and sat down, scrolling on her phone; she really only ever came to parties for food and drink. Soon enough, the suite was full of people. The LED lights flashed red, green, and blue while the music played loudly, and the guests started getting excited and playing games. The main attraction seemed to be the bar table, where the boys competed like their lives depended on it, but people also hung out around the seating area, played games, and talk on the balcony. A while into the party, Justin finally arrived. I got excited, but instead of coming over to me and greeting me, he simply made a beeline for the bar table and joined the game. During a lull in the game, I sent Justin a text: “Well? Are we gonna announce it?” I watched from the corner as he pulled out his phone, read the text, then pocketed his phone again. He looked at me and subtly shrugged, then returned to his game as though he didn’t even know me. “Are you okay?” Jessica said, coming over to me with an extra drink in her hand for me. I shrugged. “I’m just not much of a partier, that’s all,” I said. “You just need a little courage, that’s all!” she said, clinking her bottle with mine and taking a big swig. I looked down at my drink and frowned. Jessica was right, but the drink wasn’t going to cut it -- not with how Justin was treating me tonight. “How about something more exciting?” I said. Jessica’s eyes lit up and she turned around to face the group, cupping her hands around her mouth to shout. “Hey everyone!” she shouted. “The birthday girl wants shots!” By my seventh shot, however, I started to feel woozy and felt like I was going to throw up. I stumbled down the hall to the bathroom and made it to the toilet just in time. When I was done throwing up, I stood up and made my way over to the sink, where I splashed some cold water on my face and took some deep breaths to sober myself up. I looked at my smudged makeup and my messy hair in the mirror, trying not to cry as I thought about Justin. Why was he treating me like this? Just a few days ago, we were making out behind the hockey arena and now he was acting like he didn’t even know me. Was he just nervous about announcing our relationship, or was it something else? Taking another deep breath and wiping the tears off of my face, I straightened up and decided to go talk to Justin. When I left the bathroom, however, he wasn’t anywhere to be found. “Hey, have you seen Justin?” I asked a guest. She just shrugged her shoulders and pointed toward my bedroom. Maybe he just went inside to be alone for a minute, which would give us some time to talk. I made my way over to my room, weaving drunkenly through the crowd. When I opened the door, however, I wished that I had just stayed away. Justin wasn’t alone. He was with another girl -- it was Lisa, the cheerleading captain. They were tangled together, Justin’s pants pulled down and Lisa’s clothes on the floor. “What is happening!” I screamed. The party went silent, aside from the music, which someone quickly shut off. Justin and Lisa sat up in my bed; Justin looked even more drunk and high than before, but immediately jumped up when he saw me and yanked his pants up. “Nina, it’s not what it looks like,” he said, stumbling toward me while Lisa simply stood up with a smirk, smoothing down her skirt. She strutted out of the room and bumped me with her shoulder on the way out as I continued to stare at Justin in shock and disbelief. Justin stammered as he tried to explain himself. “I’m so sorry, I-” “Justin…” I interrupted, my voice shaking. “We. Are. Done.” Without another word, I turned away and stormed out of the suite with Jessica and Lori calling after me. I walked out of the dorms into the cool spring air, turning this way and that for a bit before deciding to make my way toward town. I walked for a while, fuming the entire time and muttering to myself until I finally made it to a local bar. I nodded gratefully as the bartender poured me a glass, and I sipped it miserably while he disappeared into the kitchen. I pulled my phone out of my pocket to see that I had several missed calls and “Where are you?!?” texts from Jessica and Lori, but I ignored them and tossed my phone down on the bar, taking a big swig and cursing to myself. “Yeah, I hate my phone, too,” a male voice said from beside me. I looked over to see a guy pulling up a barstool a couple of seats down. He was wearing a red flannel shirt and a sharp jawline. He was muscular, too. “I hate everything right now,” I said, swirling my drink around in my glass with my straw. “How come?” The boy looked at me, and just then, I came to a shocking realization: this was Enzo, Justin’s hockey captain, the star of the school, every girl’s dream boy. And he was sitting next to me, in this quiet dive bar, talking to me. Chapter 2 Enzo must have noticed the expression on my face when I finally recognized him, because he smirked and held out a napkin for me. “Your makeup is smudged.” I blushed and grabbed the napkin from his hand, using it to wipe away my makeup while Enzo continued to stare at me. “Rough night?” he said once I finished cleaning up my makeup. “I guess you could say that,” I replied. “You know,” he said, his deep brown eyes studying my face, “you look better without makeup.” His words made me blush even more. What were the odds that the hockey captain would be hitting on me on the night of my birthday, right after my boyfriend had cheated on me? “Do you treat all the girls like this?” I said suddenly, surprised and embarrassed at my own question. It must have been the drink. Enzo simply smirked again and finished the last of his drink. He reached forward and brushed a bit of hair out of my face. “If you’re so intrigued by how I treat girls, why don’t you come and see it for yourself? I live in Dorm B, fourth floor. Room 409.” His voice was low and sultry, and as we leaned closer together, I felt my breathing become slower and more aroused. I frowned then and pulled away. I needed comfort tonight, but not that sort of comfort. “No way,” I said, crossing my arms. “I know your reputation. You’re a player.” “So what if I am?” Enzo murmured. “It’s your decision, but my room is open to you all night. You can just walk right in. No need to knock.” With that, Enzo sat back up and tossed some money down on the bar. “I’ll pay for the lady’s drink,” he said to the bartender, then threw his jacket over his shoulder and sauntered out of the bar. I kept sipping my drink while I thought about the unexpected proposition. Enzo was well-known as an adonis, a handsome player. Ever since Enzo and Lisa -- the cheerleader who stole my boyfriend -- broke up last semester, Enzo became known around the campus for being a bit of a player. He never had another girlfriend after Lisa, and seemed uninterested with women when it came to knowing them for more than one night. I had never been interested in those deeds. In high school, I was nerdy and never had a chance with any of the boys. The one time I thought I had a chance when the football quarterback asked me to prom, it turned out to be a prank. The whole school laughed at me as I showed up in my blue dress, excited to dance with the quarterback, only for him to trip me and make me fall on the dance floor. “Why would I want you?” he had said, pointing and laughing. “Fatty Nina will never have a boyfriend!” After that, I swore that I would just focus on my studies. I eventually grew out of that phase once I started college, and lots of boys tried to get me to hook up with them, but I just wasn’t interested. If I was going to let a boy interrupt my studies, he would have to be perfect. I had thought that Justin would be the one. He seemed so sweet and kind, but I guess that wasn’t the case. After this, I felt like never falling in love again. “Sorry to say this, young lady, but the bar’s closing soon,” the bartender said, breaking me out of my deep thought. I nodded and finished off the last of my drink, then stood and left the bar. The thought of going home right now almost made me sick. Maybe I didn’t have to go home tonight. I showed up at Enzo’s place a little while later. Before I walked in, I hesitated for a little while as I considered just keeping my dignity and going home. But I was all dressed up tonight with expensive lingerie, and besides… with Justin and Lisa’s double betrayal, what would be a better way to get back at them both? Taking a deep breath, I turned the knob and walked into Enzo’s dorm. He was sitting on the couch when I arrived, as though he had been waiting for me. “Changed your mind, eh?” he said, standing and crossing the room toward me. He was much taller than me, and muscular to boot. This close, I could smell his cologne. It sent a shiver down my spine. “So,” he said, “what changed your mind? I thought my reputation scared you.” “I just… Could use a little comfort,” I said. Without saying anything, he leaned down and cupped my chin with his hand. He kissed me deeply. He was soft and sweet, much unlike the rough and rugged hockey player who I had thought he was. After we kissed, he wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up to carry me to the bedroom. We never left each other the whole way there, and when we arrived his dimly lit bedroom he slammed the door behind us and laid me down on the bed. I was trembling, but there was something surprisingly gentle about Enzo’s touch. I had expected a careless brute who only cared about getting himself off, but as he leaned over me and gave me a shockingly sweet, gentle smile, I realized that my assumptions were wrong. Enzo kissed me deeply again, his body pressing against mine. I felt myself relax beneath his touch as my heart began to patter, a wave of emotion washing over me that I hadn’t ever felt before. But there was something that he didn’t know; something that made me nervous and worried that he wouldn’t want to be with me that night after I told him. “I should tell you that I’ve never done this before,” I whispered. Enzo was silent for a few moments. I was worried he wouldn’t want to continue after learning this about me, but then he merely smirked. “I figured,” he replied, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose. “I’ll be gentle with you.” When Enzo touched me after that, he kept true to his promise to be gentle with me. As his hands ran along my body, I noticed that he kept looking up at me with his soft brown eyes as though he was checking on me, and he gave me time to relax before trying to take it further. I was nervous, but something about the way he looked at me gave me a little confidence, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I had been wrong about the hockey player. A few minutes later, he looked me deeply in the eyes as if to ask if I was ready. I was trembling all over, partially from nerves and partially from the tingling in my body. “Lingerie, huh?” he whispered, sounding somewhat amused when he saw my innerwear. I blushed. “Since you went to all that trouble, why don’t you give me a show?” Still blushing, I took a deep breath and did as he asked. My hands shook at first, but soon I began to gain a little more confidence from the way that he looked at me with so much fire in his eyes, and I didn’t feel so nervous. Finally, I revealed myself to him as the last of my clothes hit the floor. Enzo’s eyes were wide as he gazed at me, but the slight smirk on his face never left. Then, with a soft smile, he held his hand out for me. I took it, feeling how small my hand was in his calloused palm, and couldn’t ignore the way my heart fluttered when he pulled me close. We laid beneath the sheets after that, our limbs tangled together and our hearts so close I could feel it beating through his ribcage. I was scared at first, but Enzo reassured me that it was okay. “I’ll be gentle. I promise,” he whispered gently, cradling me close to him. …… When it was over, Enzo and I laid in bed for a minute before he got up and put on his underwear. I sat up, feeling both heavenly and ashamed of myself. There was something different about Enzo now; his body language seemed more wild and dominant, and when he looked at me, his pupils were dilated. His eyes almost seemed like a different color. He smiled at me then and his teeth were sharp and glistening. My heart started to race as I felt like he was a wolf and I was his prey. Swallowing, I stood and put the rest of my clothes on. “See you around.” Before Enzo could reply, I rushed out of the bedroom and left the dorm. What was that look he gave me? Why did he look so… feral? Chapter 3 It was almost four o’clock in the morning by the time I finally returned to my dorm. Jessica and Lori were already asleep in their rooms judging from how dark and quiet everything was. The suite was a mess from the party and we would no doubt be spending the next day cleaning, but I was too hungover and tired to care at the moment. It appeared as though Lori and Jessica must have changed my sheets for me though, which I would have to thank them for in the morning. I wouldn’t have been able to sleep on the same sheets that Justin and Lisa had lied on. As I lay in bed trying to sleep, I was kept awake by my regrets. Had I just given myself to a near-stranger? A womanizer? All to get revenge against Justin and Lisa? I had never been so impulsive like this, especially when it came to love. Right now, I felt embarrassed and ashamed of this blunder. Enzo was incredibly attractive and the time we spent together was wonderful, but right now, I just wanted to forget about it. When I woke the next morning, my head pounded and my stomach hurt from all of the drinks from the night before. I rolled out of bed, ignoring my appearance as I stumbled into the kitchen in my oversized t-shirt and shorts. I just needed some coffee. “You know, you could’ve at least told us where you went last night,” Lori said from her usual spot at the kitchen island. She had a cup of coffee in front of her and was reading A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. “I’m sorry,” I replied, my face turning red as I remembered what happened after the party. “I just needed to get out.” “Why didn’t you tell us that you and Justin were a thing?” Jessica suddenly said, emerging from her room with a towel around her hair while she wore a fluffy pink robe and bunny slippers. She folded her arms and glared at me, pouting. I hung my head low as I poured myself a cup of coffee. I tried to hide it as the tears started to well up, but it was no use. Jessica rushed over to me and wrapped her arms around me while Lori watched with a sorry expression on her face. “I’m sorry,” I said between sobs. “H-He told me he just wanted to wait until the right time to make our relationship public. I t-thought he was just being a gentleman.” “Trash,” Lori replied. “Most of them, anyway. Don’t beat yourself up over it. You can do way better than Justin Thurlow.” Jessica nodded and rubbed my back, agreeing with Lori. “Yeah,” she said. “Screw boys. You’re smart and hot and you’re gonna be a doctor! Who needs boys? C’mon, let’s go get some breakfast.” Jessica and Lori were right. Boys were just a waste of time, and I had more important things to think about. I changed into my usual jeans and hoodie, brushed and braided my hair, and went with my roommates to the dining hall. “Oh my god!” Jessica exclaimed as we approached the dining hall. She squealed and pointed at none other than Enzo coming out the door. Jessica’s excitement garnered the attention of other nearby girls, who also squealed and waved as Enzo approached. I grabbed my hair and used it to shield my face. I just wanted to shrink down into myself. Why did I have to run into Enzo right now, the morning after what we had done? To make matters worse, he approached us and stood in front of us. Even Lori seemed a bit excited at his presence. Did he even remember our night together, or was he confused by how strangely I was acting? “Hi, Enzo!” Jessica said, twirling a bit of her hair around her finger. “Are you excited about the homecoming game today?” I kept my gaze fixed on the ground, letting my bangs fall into my face, but I could feel Enzo’s stern gaze on me. “Yeah,” he replied. “Although, it’s not as exciting when we always know we’re gonna crush the other team. I hope they put up a good fight.” Jessica giggled like a giddy schoolgirl. I took a chance and glanced up, hoping to see Enzo walking away, but was met instead by his strong gaze fixed on me. He looked far less animalistic now; maybe his appearance last night was just a trick of the light or a result of the drink. Enzo had his arms folded as he looked at me. He looked almost disapproving. Was he upset that I walked out on him last night? It hardly seemed likely, given his reputation, but my heart still ached a bit. “You ready for practice, Enzo?” another guy said, striding up to us. He looked Jessica up and down hungrily, then glanced at me before looking at Enzo. Enzo nodded and stuck his hands in his pockets, his eyes still on me. “Yeah. Let’s go.” Later that afternoon, after we had cleaned up the dorm, I was in my room studying for an upcoming biology exam when Jessica came into my room. She was wearing a pleated pink mini-skirt, a fuzzy white sweater, and white sneakers with leg warmers. She had a full face of makeup on and her hair was curled perfectly. “Oh my god, you’re not ready yet?” she said, storming over to me and snapping my book shut unceremoniously. “Hey!” I said, throwing my pen down on my desk. “I was studying.” “Studying can wait,” Jessica replied. “Come on, let’s go to the hockey game! I heard some rumors that Enzo is planning on using some new moves.” My heart leaped up into my throat. “I’m not going,” I said, opening my book up to the page I was on. Jessica clearly didn’t like my response, because she stamped her foot on the ground angrily. “Aw, come on!” she whined. “You’re not really gonna make me go alone, are you?” I didn’t have the heart to tell my friend the truth about where I was last night. If she knew that I slept with Enzo, she would be heartbroken. Jessica had been pining away for Enzo since our first semester. He had never given her too much attention, but still, she went to all of his games, cheered him on, and even watched all the live streams of his tournaments online. She always talked about how he was a genius, how his physical abilities were godlike, and how he easily won every game he competed in. “Come on,” Jessica whined again. “Please? For me?” She batted her eyelashes. I sighed and closed my book again, rubbing my tired eyes. “Alright,” I replied, although I really just wanted to hide in my room and never see the star hockey player again. “I’ll go. But you owe me.” Jessica grinned and pranced out of the room while I got ready. I wanted to blend in, so I just wore a hoodie with the university logo on it and jeans. Jessica seemed a bit disappointed in my outfit choice but didn’t say anything as we made our way to the hockey arena. The whole way there, Jessica prattled on about Enzo. “His figure is just so perfect,” she said. “All of those appear in my dreams!” I hated to admit it, but hearing Jessica talk about Enzo made the memories of last night come flooding back… It made my body tingle. I tried to shake the thoughts out of my mind the best I could as we got in line to walk inside the arena, but I just couldn’t. The feeling of Enzo’s strong eyes on me as we were together, our limbs intertwined, was burned into my memory. I only hoped that I could leave this game without being seen by Enzo or Justin. Chapter 4 We walked inside the arena, which was already packed full of excited students. Half of the arena was reserved for our university, while the other half was reserved for the other university. Our school colors were burgundy and gold -- the other university was blue and black. “Let’s find a good seat,” Jessica said. I followed her up the stairs, then we shimmied between rows of seats toward a couple of empty spots. Once we had our seats, I could hear the conversation between other girls around me; their talking points mostly centered around Enzo. “Do you think he’ll make us succeed again?” “Of course! Enzo always plays perfectly.” “I feel so lucky just to be attending the same university as him!” I cringed a bit at the conversation and scrolled on my phone while I waited for the game to start. Beside me, Jessica pulled out a pair of binoculars and started scouring the ice rink. I can see the cheerleaders performing an energetic opening dance on ice skates before the game, with Lisa in the lead. She looked dazzling in her skimpy uniform, with her perfectly tanned legs and her hair pulled up into a high ponytail with a bow. She waved her pom poms around to hype the crowd up. Looking at the girl who stole my boyfriend made me sick. I had never been much of a sports fan, but the way the crowd was getting excited made me excited, too. As the hockey players skated out onto the rink, some of them skated up to certain cheerleaders who were their girlfriends and kissed them publicly. I could see Justin and Lisa exchanging glances. Justin had never brought me to his games, even though we had been dating for a couple of months. When I did go to his games, he never paid any attention to me until after. I thought that he was just shy at the time, but now I knew that he just didn’t want Lisa to see us together. “Don’t pay any attention to Justin,” Jessica said, handing me the binoculars so I could see better. “He’s not worth your time.” I took the binoculars and peered through them. For some reason, I searched for Enzo. I didn’t know why I wanted to see him so badly, but I did. And he saw me. Somehow, despite the thousands of students in this massive arena, Enzo looked directly at me. It was as though he had a sixth sense, like he knew exactly where I was without even having to think. Even from here, I could see the hint of wildness in his eyes from the night before; like I was his prey. I quickly gave the binoculars back to Jessica as my face turned red. Enzo turned away and skated out to the middle of the rink, skating around in circles and pumping his hockey stick in the air while the crowd cheered. All around me, girls screamed and swooned while guys whooped and hollered. The game started. I lost sight of the puck quickly, but was able to follow the game by watching Enzo, who skated as fast as lightning and moved nimbly around the rink as though he was born with ice skates on his feet. He would perform quick moves with his hockey stick to fake out the opponents, hitting the puck between their legs to one of his teammates before zooming away. He moved so quickly that he was almost like a flash. For some reason, it seemed almost supernatural to me… but no one else seemed to notice, so I figured that it was just in my head. Soon, the opponents became frustrated and aggressive. One player in particular -- I think he was the captain of the other team -- started following Enzo closely and trying to trip him up. “C’mon, Enzo!” Jessica shouted. “I hope he doesn’t get hurt,” another girl said from beside me, sitting up in her seat to see over someone in front of us. Enzo scored a goal, and suddenly, the other team’s captain threw his stick and his helmet down on the ice and tackled Enzo. The crowd gasped as they tussled on the ice. The other player threw punches at Enzo while Enzo only blocked and dodged, clearly not wanting to hurt the other player. It was now that I finally realized how much pressure was on Enzo as the star hockey player. I held my breath as I watched the fight, images of us that night flashing in my mind. For some reason, I cared enough about Enzo to not want him to get hurt. I didn’t care to look at Justin for even a second. The referee blew his whistle and broke up the fight. The crowd cheered as Enzo stood and put his helmet back on, covering his curly hair. The other player was put on the bench for his behavior and the game continued with a penalty for the other team. During halftime, the cheerleaders returned to the rink and began their halftime show. “You hungry?” I said to Jessica. She looked at me and shrugged, too involved in her conversation with another girl about how charming Enzo looked dodging the unsportsmanlike competitor during the fight. As long as I had known her, Jessica always had an easy time making friends. I didn’t mind it, because I was more introverted and appreciated the fact that she usually took control of all of the socializing at things like this. I stood and shimmied out of our row, then went down the bleachers toward the food stands. My stomach was growling and the smell of soft pretzels was making me even more hungry. “One soft pretzel, please,” I said to the vendor. “And water, too.” I handed my money to the vendor and waited for my pretzel. Just then, I felt someone watching me and turned around to see none other than Enzo. He was standing with his teammates by the side of the rink as they rested and drank water, but he was staring right at me. His eyes almost glowed. My heart started to race as I found myself unable to break away from his strong gaze. Something about him made me want to walk over to him as if I was in a trance… “Miss? Hello?” The vendor broke me out of my trance. He was holding out my pretzel and my water. “Oh… Sorry,” I said. “Thank you.” I took my pretzel. When I turned back, Enzo was no longer looking at me and was instead entrenched in a conversation with a teammate as though he hadn’t just been staring into my soul. I considered going back to Jessica, but after the encounter with Enzo finding me in the massive crowd and staring at me just now, I only wanted to leave. I decided to make up an excuse later and just go home; Jessica had made some friends already and probably wouldn’t even notice my absence. She could fill me in on the results of the game later. I left the arena, tossing my uneaten pretzel in the trash on the way out as my stomach suddenly felt too sick to eat. The cool autumn air was a bit of a relief as I walked back to the dorms, although I still felt stifled like I was being watched… or hunted. How was Enzo able to spot me in the crowd like that? And why did he always look so animalistic and hungry when he looked at me? I had never heard any of his many other flings complain of such a thing, so maybe it was all in my head. It had to be. Why else would Enzo seem like such a predator? | Listen to books | 145 | https://facebook.com/100093148902033 | 0 | LEARN_MORE | 1692428400 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
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You never play with girls more than once. You should be thanking me because I’m just making it easy for you.” “Is that what you really think of me?” Enzo asked. He didn’t try to hide his voice at all. For some reason, I felt more confident confronting him now. “Everyone knows you’re a player who only has fun with girls once before moving on to the next,” I said, stepping around him. He didn’t block me this time, but turned and frowned. “Well, you’re different,” he replied. Was this some sort of prank? The hockey captain, the star of the school, and a player thought I was “different” enough to keep talking to me after we spent a night together? I wondered if Lisa or Justin put him up to this to rub it in that I would never find love. Enzo stepped closer to me and brushed a bit of hair out of my eyes, finally lowering his voice to a whisper. “I want to have a second time with you.” Chapter 1 Nina It was the night of my coming-of-age party. I was most of all excited for one thing: tonight, Justin would finally announce that he was my boyfriend. Justin and I had been seeing each other for a couple of months now, but we had kept things under wraps so far. Frankly, I would have preferred to make our relationship public right away -- he was one of the most handsome and popular guys on campus, and was on the hockey team -- but he insisted that we wait until the right time. “I want to save announcing our relationship for a special night, baby,” he had told me. I had been asking when he would make our relationship public for a while, but maybe he was right; it was best to wait until a special time. That meant that he really loved me, right? As I stood in front of the mirror and admired myself, I felt confident that Justin would make our relationship public tonight. I prepared a surprise for him under my outfit now because I was certain that we would finally spend our first night together. Aside from the surprise above, which was a hot red lace set that I picked out at the mall a couple of days before the party, I was wearing a short, tight skirt that showed off my curves, a pink crop top, and heels. I wore red lipstick and black eyeliner, too. I felt a bit awkward wearing an outfit like this, as I usually dressed in jeans and hoodies; but my roommates, Jessica and Lori, insisted that I dress up for the party. The only thing that I kept the same about myself tonight was my hair, which had bangs and two long braids. I always wore my hair like this and never liked it any other way. Some people said it was childish, but I thought it was cute and practical. “You look so hot, Nina!” Jessica said as I came out of the room. “The guys are gonna be all over you!” I didn’t say anything about Justin. Even my own roommates didn’t know about our relationship. Lori looked at her phone and took another swig of her drink. “Everyone should be here any minute,” she said in her low, sultry voice. Lori was the quintessential “goth girl” on campus, which was a stark contrast from Jessica’s bubbly nature and my studious attitude. Somehow, though, we were all best friends. Just then, the door burst open with the first guests arriving. The group of guys and girls flooded in, whooping and hollering, excited for the party. With a grin, Jessica cranked up the music and started greeting people while I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. Lori walked over to the couch and sat down, scrolling on her phone; she really only ever came to parties for food and drink. Soon enough, the suite was full of people. The LED lights flashed red, green, and blue while the music played loudly, and the guests started getting excited and playing games. The main attraction seemed to be the bar table, where the boys competed like their lives depended on it, but people also hung out around the seating area, played games, and talk on the balcony. A while into the party, Justin finally arrived. I got excited, but instead of coming over to me and greeting me, he simply made a beeline for the bar table and joined the game. During a lull in the game, I sent Justin a text: “Well? Are we gonna announce it?” I watched from the corner as he pulled out his phone, read the text, then pocketed his phone again. He looked at me and subtly shrugged, then returned to his game as though he didn’t even know me. “Are you okay?” Jessica said, coming over to me with an extra drink in her hand for me. I shrugged. “I’m just not much of a partier, that’s all,” I said. “You just need a little courage, that’s all!” she said, clinking her bottle with mine and taking a big swig. I looked down at my drink and frowned. Jessica was right, but the drink wasn’t going to cut it -- not with how Justin was treating me tonight. “How about something more exciting?” I said. Jessica’s eyes lit up and she turned around to face the group, cupping her hands around her mouth to shout. “Hey everyone!” she shouted. “The birthday girl wants shots!” By my seventh shot, however, I started to feel woozy and felt like I was going to throw up. I stumbled down the hall to the bathroom and made it to the toilet just in time. When I was done throwing up, I stood up and made my way over to the sink, where I splashed some cold water on my face and took some deep breaths to sober myself up. I looked at my smudged makeup and my messy hair in the mirror, trying not to cry as I thought about Justin. Why was he treating me like this? Just a few days ago, we were making out behind the hockey arena and now he was acting like he didn’t even know me. Was he just nervous about announcing our relationship, or was it something else? Taking another deep breath and wiping the tears off of my face, I straightened up and decided to go talk to Justin. When I left the bathroom, however, he wasn’t anywhere to be found. “Hey, have you seen Justin?” I asked a guest. She just shrugged her shoulders and pointed toward my bedroom. Maybe he just went inside to be alone for a minute, which would give us some time to talk. I made my way over to my room, weaving drunkenly through the crowd. When I opened the door, however, I wished that I had just stayed away. Justin wasn’t alone. He was with another girl -- it was Lisa, the cheerleading captain. They were tangled together, Justin’s pants pulled down and Lisa’s clothes on the floor. “What is happening!” I screamed. The party went silent, aside from the music, which someone quickly shut off. Justin and Lisa sat up in my bed; Justin looked even more drunk and high than before, but immediately jumped up when he saw me and yanked his pants up. “Nina, it’s not what it looks like,” he said, stumbling toward me while Lisa simply stood up with a smirk, smoothing down her skirt. She strutted out of the room and bumped me with her shoulder on the way out as I continued to stare at Justin in shock and disbelief. Justin stammered as he tried to explain himself. “I’m so sorry, I-” “Justin…” I interrupted, my voice shaking. “We. Are. Done.” Without another word, I turned away and stormed out of the suite with Jessica and Lori calling after me. I walked out of the dorms into the cool spring air, turning this way and that for a bit before deciding to make my way toward town. I walked for a while, fuming the entire time and muttering to myself until I finally made it to a local bar. I nodded gratefully as the bartender poured me a glass, and I sipped it miserably while he disappeared into the kitchen. I pulled my phone out of my pocket to see that I had several missed calls and “Where are you?!?” texts from Jessica and Lori, but I ignored them and tossed my phone down on the bar, taking a big swig and cursing to myself. “Yeah, I hate my phone, too,” a male voice said from beside me. I looked over to see a guy pulling up a barstool a couple of seats down. He was wearing a red flannel shirt and a sharp jawline. He was muscular, too. “I hate everything right now,” I said, swirling my drink around in my glass with my straw. “How come?” The boy looked at me, and just then, I came to a shocking realization: this was Enzo, Justin’s hockey captain, the star of the school, every girl’s dream boy. And he was sitting next to me, in this quiet dive bar, talking to me. Chapter 2 Enzo must have noticed the expression on my face when I finally recognized him, because he smirked and held out a napkin for me. “Your makeup is smudged.” I blushed and grabbed the napkin from his hand, using it to wipe away my makeup while Enzo continued to stare at me. “Rough night?” he said once I finished cleaning up my makeup. “I guess you could say that,” I replied. “You know,” he said, his deep brown eyes studying my face, “you look better without makeup.” His words made me blush even more. What were the odds that the hockey captain would be hitting on me on the night of my birthday, right after my boyfriend had cheated on me? “Do you treat all the girls like this?” I said suddenly, surprised and embarrassed at my own question. It must have been the drink. Enzo simply smirked again and finished the last of his drink. He reached forward and brushed a bit of hair out of my face. “If you’re so intrigued by how I treat girls, why don’t you come and see it for yourself? I live in Dorm B, fourth floor. Room 409.” His voice was low and sultry, and as we leaned closer together, I felt my breathing become slower and more aroused. I frowned then and pulled away. I needed comfort tonight, but not that sort of comfort. “No way,” I said, crossing my arms. “I know your reputation. You’re a player.” “So what if I am?” Enzo murmured. “It’s your decision, but my room is open to you all night. You can just walk right in. No need to knock.” With that, Enzo sat back up and tossed some money down on the bar. “I’ll pay for the lady’s drink,” he said to the bartender, then threw his jacket over his shoulder and sauntered out of the bar. I kept sipping my drink while I thought about the unexpected proposition. Enzo was well-known as an adonis, a handsome player. Ever since Enzo and Lisa -- the cheerleader who stole my boyfriend -- broke up last semester, Enzo became known around the campus for being a bit of a player. He never had another girlfriend after Lisa, and seemed uninterested with women when it came to knowing them for more than one night. I had never been interested in those deeds. In high school, I was nerdy and never had a chance with any of the boys. The one time I thought I had a chance when the football quarterback asked me to prom, it turned out to be a prank. The whole school laughed at me as I showed up in my blue dress, excited to dance with the quarterback, only for him to trip me and make me fall on the dance floor. “Why would I want you?” he had said, pointing and laughing. “Fatty Nina will never have a boyfriend!” After that, I swore that I would just focus on my studies. I eventually grew out of that phase once I started college, and lots of boys tried to get me to hook up with them, but I just wasn’t interested. If I was going to let a boy interrupt my studies, he would have to be perfect. I had thought that Justin would be the one. He seemed so sweet and kind, but I guess that wasn’t the case. After this, I felt like never falling in love again. “Sorry to say this, young lady, but the bar’s closing soon,” the bartender said, breaking me out of my deep thought. I nodded and finished off the last of my drink, then stood and left the bar. The thought of going home right now almost made me sick. Maybe I didn’t have to go home tonight. I showed up at Enzo’s place a little while later. Before I walked in, I hesitated for a little while as I considered just keeping my dignity and going home. But I was all dressed up tonight with expensive lingerie, and besides… with Justin and Lisa’s double betrayal, what would be a better way to get back at them both? Taking a deep breath, I turned the knob and walked into Enzo’s dorm. He was sitting on the couch when I arrived, as though he had been waiting for me. “Changed your mind, eh?” he said, standing and crossing the room toward me. He was much taller than me, and muscular to boot. This close, I could smell his cologne. It sent a shiver down my spine. “So,” he said, “what changed your mind? I thought my reputation scared you.” “I just… Could use a little comfort,” I said. Without saying anything, he leaned down and cupped my chin with his hand. He kissed me deeply. He was soft and sweet, much unlike the rough and rugged hockey player who I had thought he was. After we kissed, he wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up to carry me to the bedroom. We never left each other the whole way there, and when we arrived his dimly lit bedroom he slammed the door behind us and laid me down on the bed. I was trembling, but there was something surprisingly gentle about Enzo’s touch. I had expected a careless brute who only cared about getting himself off, but as he leaned over me and gave me a shockingly sweet, gentle smile, I realized that my assumptions were wrong. Enzo kissed me deeply again, his body pressing against mine. I felt myself relax beneath his touch as my heart began to patter, a wave of emotion washing over me that I hadn’t ever felt before. But there was something that he didn’t know; something that made me nervous and worried that he wouldn’t want to be with me that night after I told him. “I should tell you that I’ve never done this before,” I whispered. Enzo was silent for a few moments. I was worried he wouldn’t want to continue after learning this about me, but then he merely smirked. “I figured,” he replied, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose. “I’ll be gentle with you.” When Enzo touched me after that, he kept true to his promise to be gentle with me. As his hands ran along my body, I noticed that he kept looking up at me with his soft brown eyes as though he was checking on me, and he gave me time to relax before trying to take it further. I was nervous, but something about the way he looked at me gave me a little confidence, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I had been wrong about the hockey player. A few minutes later, he looked me deeply in the eyes as if to ask if I was ready. I was trembling all over, partially from nerves and partially from the tingling in my body. “Lingerie, huh?” he whispered, sounding somewhat amused when he saw my innerwear. I blushed. “Since you went to all that trouble, why don’t you give me a show?” Still blushing, I took a deep breath and did as he asked. My hands shook at first, but soon I began to gain a little more confidence from the way that he looked at me with so much fire in his eyes, and I didn’t feel so nervous. Finally, I revealed myself to him as the last of my clothes hit the floor. Enzo’s eyes were wide as he gazed at me, but the slight smirk on his face never left. Then, with a soft smile, he held his hand out for me. I took it, feeling how small my hand was in his calloused palm, and couldn’t ignore the way my heart fluttered when he pulled me close. We laid beneath the sheets after that, our limbs tangled together and our hearts so close I could feel it beating through his ribcage. I was scared at first, but Enzo reassured me that it was okay. “I’ll be gentle. I promise,” he whispered gently, cradling me close to him. …… When it was over, Enzo and I laid in bed for a minute before he got up and put on his underwear. I sat up, feeling both heavenly and ashamed of myself. There was something different about Enzo now; his body language seemed more wild and dominant, and when he looked at me, his pupils were dilated. His eyes almost seemed like a different color. He smiled at me then and his teeth were sharp and glistening. My heart started to race as I felt like he was a wolf and I was his prey. Swallowing, I stood and put the rest of my clothes on. “See you around.” Before Enzo could reply, I rushed out of the bedroom and left the dorm. What was that look he gave me? Why did he look so… feral? Chapter 3 It was almost four o’clock in the morning by the time I finally returned to my dorm. Jessica and Lori were already asleep in their rooms judging from how dark and quiet everything was. The suite was a mess from the party and we would no doubt be spending the next day cleaning, but I was too hungover and tired to care at the moment. It appeared as though Lori and Jessica must have changed my sheets for me though, which I would have to thank them for in the morning. I wouldn’t have been able to sleep on the same sheets that Justin and Lisa had lied on. As I lay in bed trying to sleep, I was kept awake by my regrets. Had I just given myself to a near-stranger? A womanizer? All to get revenge against Justin and Lisa? I had never been so impulsive like this, especially when it came to love. Right now, I felt embarrassed and ashamed of this blunder. Enzo was incredibly attractive and the time we spent together was wonderful, but right now, I just wanted to forget about it. When I woke the next morning, my head pounded and my stomach hurt from all of the drinks from the night before. I rolled out of bed, ignoring my appearance as I stumbled into the kitchen in my oversized t-shirt and shorts. I just needed some coffee. “You know, you could’ve at least told us where you went last night,” Lori said from her usual spot at the kitchen island. She had a cup of coffee in front of her and was reading A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. “I’m sorry,” I replied, my face turning red as I remembered what happened after the party. “I just needed to get out.” “Why didn’t you tell us that you and Justin were a thing?” Jessica suddenly said, emerging from her room with a towel around her hair while she wore a fluffy pink robe and bunny slippers. She folded her arms and glared at me, pouting. I hung my head low as I poured myself a cup of coffee. I tried to hide it as the tears started to well up, but it was no use. Jessica rushed over to me and wrapped her arms around me while Lori watched with a sorry expression on her face. “I’m sorry,” I said between sobs. “H-He told me he just wanted to wait until the right time to make our relationship public. I t-thought he was just being a gentleman.” “Trash,” Lori replied. “Most of them, anyway. Don’t beat yourself up over it. You can do way better than Justin Thurlow.” Jessica nodded and rubbed my back, agreeing with Lori. “Yeah,” she said. “Screw boys. You’re smart and hot and you’re gonna be a doctor! Who needs boys? C’mon, let’s go get some breakfast.” Jessica and Lori were right. Boys were just a waste of time, and I had more important things to think about. I changed into my usual jeans and hoodie, brushed and braided my hair, and went with my roommates to the dining hall. “Oh my god!” Jessica exclaimed as we approached the dining hall. She squealed and pointed at none other than Enzo coming out the door. Jessica’s excitement garnered the attention of other nearby girls, who also squealed and waved as Enzo approached. I grabbed my hair and used it to shield my face. I just wanted to shrink down into myself. Why did I have to run into Enzo right now, the morning after what we had done? To make matters worse, he approached us and stood in front of us. Even Lori seemed a bit excited at his presence. Did he even remember our night together, or was he confused by how strangely I was acting? “Hi, Enzo!” Jessica said, twirling a bit of her hair around her finger. “Are you excited about the homecoming game today?” I kept my gaze fixed on the ground, letting my bangs fall into my face, but I could feel Enzo’s stern gaze on me. “Yeah,” he replied. “Although, it’s not as exciting when we always know we’re gonna crush the other team. I hope they put up a good fight.” Jessica giggled like a giddy schoolgirl. I took a chance and glanced up, hoping to see Enzo walking away, but was met instead by his strong gaze fixed on me. He looked far less animalistic now; maybe his appearance last night was just a trick of the light or a result of the drink. Enzo had his arms folded as he looked at me. He looked almost disapproving. Was he upset that I walked out on him last night? It hardly seemed likely, given his reputation, but my heart still ached a bit. “You ready for practice, Enzo?” another guy said, striding up to us. He looked Jessica up and down hungrily, then glanced at me before looking at Enzo. Enzo nodded and stuck his hands in his pockets, his eyes still on me. “Yeah. Let’s go.” Later that afternoon, after we had cleaned up the dorm, I was in my room studying for an upcoming biology exam when Jessica came into my room. She was wearing a pleated pink mini-skirt, a fuzzy white sweater, and white sneakers with leg warmers. She had a full face of makeup on and her hair was curled perfectly. “Oh my god, you’re not ready yet?” she said, storming over to me and snapping my book shut unceremoniously. “Hey!” I said, throwing my pen down on my desk. “I was studying.” “Studying can wait,” Jessica replied. “Come on, let’s go to the hockey game! I heard some rumors that Enzo is planning on using some new moves.” My heart leaped up into my throat. “I’m not going,” I said, opening my book up to the page I was on. Jessica clearly didn’t like my response, because she stamped her foot on the ground angrily. “Aw, come on!” she whined. “You’re not really gonna make me go alone, are you?” I didn’t have the heart to tell my friend the truth about where I was last night. If she knew that I slept with Enzo, she would be heartbroken. Jessica had been pining away for Enzo since our first semester. He had never given her too much attention, but still, she went to all of his games, cheered him on, and even watched all the live streams of his tournaments online. She always talked about how he was a genius, how his physical abilities were godlike, and how he easily won every game he competed in. “Come on,” Jessica whined again. “Please? For me?” She batted her eyelashes. I sighed and closed my book again, rubbing my tired eyes. “Alright,” I replied, although I really just wanted to hide in my room and never see the star hockey player again. “I’ll go. But you owe me.” Jessica grinned and pranced out of the room while I got ready. I wanted to blend in, so I just wore a hoodie with the university logo on it and jeans. Jessica seemed a bit disappointed in my outfit choice but didn’t say anything as we made our way to the hockey arena. The whole way there, Jessica prattled on about Enzo. “His figure is just so perfect,” she said. “All of those appear in my dreams!” I hated to admit it, but hearing Jessica talk about Enzo made the memories of last night come flooding back… It made my body tingle. I tried to shake the thoughts out of my mind the best I could as we got in line to walk inside the arena, but I just couldn’t. The feeling of Enzo’s strong eyes on me as we were together, our limbs intertwined, was burned into my memory. I only hoped that I could leave this game without being seen by Enzo or Justin. Chapter 4 We walked inside the arena, which was already packed full of excited students. Half of the arena was reserved for our university, while the other half was reserved for the other university. Our school colors were burgundy and gold -- the other university was blue and black. “Let’s find a good seat,” Jessica said. I followed her up the stairs, then we shimmied between rows of seats toward a couple of empty spots. Once we had our seats, I could hear the conversation between other girls around me; their talking points mostly centered around Enzo. “Do you think he’ll make us succeed again?” “Of course! Enzo always plays perfectly.” “I feel so lucky just to be attending the same university as him!” I cringed a bit at the conversation and scrolled on my phone while I waited for the game to start. Beside me, Jessica pulled out a pair of binoculars and started scouring the ice rink. I can see the cheerleaders performing an energetic opening dance on ice skates before the game, with Lisa in the lead. She looked dazzling in her skimpy uniform, with her perfectly tanned legs and her hair pulled up into a high ponytail with a bow. She waved her pom poms around to hype the crowd up. Looking at the girl who stole my boyfriend made me sick. I had never been much of a sports fan, but the way the crowd was getting excited made me excited, too. As the hockey players skated out onto the rink, some of them skated up to certain cheerleaders who were their girlfriends and kissed them publicly. I could see Justin and Lisa exchanging glances. Justin had never brought me to his games, even though we had been dating for a couple of months. When I did go to his games, he never paid any attention to me until after. I thought that he was just shy at the time, but now I knew that he just didn’t want Lisa to see us together. “Don’t pay any attention to Justin,” Jessica said, handing me the binoculars so I could see better. “He’s not worth your time.” I took the binoculars and peered through them. For some reason, I searched for Enzo. I didn’t know why I wanted to see him so badly, but I did. And he saw me. Somehow, despite the thousands of students in this massive arena, Enzo looked directly at me. It was as though he had a sixth sense, like he knew exactly where I was without even having to think. Even from here, I could see the hint of wildness in his eyes from the night before; like I was his prey. I quickly gave the binoculars back to Jessica as my face turned red. Enzo turned away and skated out to the middle of the rink, skating around in circles and pumping his hockey stick in the air while the crowd cheered. All around me, girls screamed and swooned while guys whooped and hollered. The game started. I lost sight of the puck quickly, but was able to follow the game by watching Enzo, who skated as fast as lightning and moved nimbly around the rink as though he was born with ice skates on his feet. He would perform quick moves with his hockey stick to fake out the opponents, hitting the puck between their legs to one of his teammates before zooming away. He moved so quickly that he was almost like a flash. For some reason, it seemed almost supernatural to me… but no one else seemed to notice, so I figured that it was just in my head. Soon, the opponents became frustrated and aggressive. One player in particular -- I think he was the captain of the other team -- started following Enzo closely and trying to trip him up. “C’mon, Enzo!” Jessica shouted. “I hope he doesn’t get hurt,” another girl said from beside me, sitting up in her seat to see over someone in front of us. Enzo scored a goal, and suddenly, the other team’s captain threw his stick and his helmet down on the ice and tackled Enzo. The crowd gasped as they tussled on the ice. The other player threw punches at Enzo while Enzo only blocked and dodged, clearly not wanting to hurt the other player. It was now that I finally realized how much pressure was on Enzo as the star hockey player. I held my breath as I watched the fight, images of us that night flashing in my mind. For some reason, I cared enough about Enzo to not want him to get hurt. I didn’t care to look at Justin for even a second. The referee blew his whistle and broke up the fight. The crowd cheered as Enzo stood and put his helmet back on, covering his curly hair. The other player was put on the bench for his behavior and the game continued with a penalty for the other team. During halftime, the cheerleaders returned to the rink and began their halftime show. “You hungry?” I said to Jessica. She looked at me and shrugged, too involved in her conversation with another girl about how charming Enzo looked dodging the unsportsmanlike competitor during the fight. As long as I had known her, Jessica always had an easy time making friends. I didn’t mind it, because I was more introverted and appreciated the fact that she usually took control of all of the socializing at things like this. I stood and shimmied out of our row, then went down the bleachers toward the food stands. My stomach was growling and the smell of soft pretzels was making me even more hungry. “One soft pretzel, please,” I said to the vendor. “And water, too.” I handed my money to the vendor and waited for my pretzel. Just then, I felt someone watching me and turned around to see none other than Enzo. He was standing with his teammates by the side of the rink as they rested and drank water, but he was staring right at me. His eyes almost glowed. My heart started to race as I found myself unable to break away from his strong gaze. Something about him made me want to walk over to him as if I was in a trance… “Miss? Hello?” The vendor broke me out of my trance. He was holding out my pretzel and my water. “Oh… Sorry,” I said. “Thank you.” I took my pretzel. When I turned back, Enzo was no longer looking at me and was instead entrenched in a conversation with a teammate as though he hadn’t just been staring into my soul. I considered going back to Jessica, but after the encounter with Enzo finding me in the massive crowd and staring at me just now, I only wanted to leave. I decided to make up an excuse later and just go home; Jessica had made some friends already and probably wouldn’t even notice my absence. She could fill me in on the results of the game later. I left the arena, tossing my uneaten pretzel in the trash on the way out as my stomach suddenly felt too sick to eat. 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