Chapter 20 Stay With Me
Lana’s Point of View
“Lana, you must have gone crazy,” I chastised myself as I hurried along the hallways, heading for Christian’s room as soon as we were done with class, but he wasn’t there, so I went back to my dorm room.
The plan was to change my clothes and then go back; maybe he would be back from wherever the fuck he went. But then I was unfortunate to walk in on Xavier standing in the middle of the room, with his dick in his hands.
The bag I was holding slipped from my hands and fell against the floor; you don’t know how crazy it is to see the boy I have a huge crush on, standing in front of my closet with my panties in his hand, and the other hand clutching his dick.
I closed my eyes, trying to shake the image out of my head, as I hurried down the stairs, my feet doubled, as if I were trying to create an imaginary space between myself and my thoughts…Like I was trying to walk it off.
Naturally, when someone catches you doing something like that, aren’t you supposed to run away in embarrassment? Hide your parts, and try to negotiate with them?
Xavier wasn’t like that.
His eyes did no wrong, and so was the taunting smirk at the ends of his lips.
Instead, he offered to be a dildo for me, and me, I was too stunned to provide him with an answer, and from the way he spoke, I could tell he would do it again… and soon.
How was I supposed to use someone like Xavier as a life-sized dildo?
My brain kept short-circuiting every time I thought about it, because I didn’t know what to do, I was a pathetic virgin, and I had never even kissed a boy yet. Today was the most sexual encounter I have ever had in my life—Yes, it’s that bad.
I know the writings in that book prove otherwise, but I have a very vivid imagination (not that it’s an excuse).
I didn’t even have the gall to watch porn…
That means this was the first time I was seeing a real-life penis; Xavier just deflowered my eyes, and now I can’t get the image out of my head.
But as much as I find it immoral, I was oddly excited by it. I know there was this part of me that liked such unpredictability. Xavier isn’t saying we should have sex right away, but if I want to, he would show me.
Do I want to have sex with Xavier? I questioned, even though I already knew the answer to my question, and not just Xavier, as much as I hated Christian, I wanted to have sex with him as well.
My breath caught in my chest as I got to the front door of the devil, Christian Blackwood—the attractive, sexually appealing son of a bitch.
I knocked and hoped he wasn’t inside, but my daydream was set ablaze when I heard his voice.
“Come in.” Came his stiff voice, my heart skipped another beat as I finally pushed the door, and stepped outside. Christian was sprawled on the couch. He was in a bathrobe, one of his hands held his phone, his eyes glued to the screen, while the other was twirling my panties causally like a fan.
My breath seized the instant I saw my panties—no, not again.
What’s with these dudes and my panties?
“If it’s not the pretty cosplayer.” He grinned before he discarded his phone on the table, pushing it away like it didn’t keep him entertained a few minutes ago. “I have been waiting for you.”
Should I tell him Xavier already found out about our supposed secret? Or should I keep quiet about it? Considering the kind of person Christian was, I think it would be better if I just shut up about it.
The other doesn’t have to know.
“I will take out your laundry,” I said, as I slipped my bag from my shoulders and dropped it on the table.
“No, please sit down.” He urged, his hand swiped the surface of the couch, and then he patted it, urging me to sit next to him. “We have a lot of things to discuss regarding your new identity.”
My feet remained rooted, unwilling to near him. “I don’t like to repeat myself, Alan.” He murmured, and only then did I walk up to him, sitting at a safe distance from him. Safe distance, meaning I had at least ten seconds to run away if he ever came at me.
He stared at me intently, as if he was trying to, and my eyebrows furrowed in discomfort.
“What?” I finally snapped.
“I am trying to imagine you with longer hair.” He smirked, and then he reached for my face, holding my chin firmly, still studying another.
“This is something I have never heard of before.” He tilted my face again. “A woman disguised as a man, you have a lot of nerve—didn’t your father teach you to stay away from boys?”
I remained wordless.
“He didn’t say they are dangerous? Huh?”
“More dangerous than you?” I asked spitefully, and he shoved my face back. “Seems like you’re the one I am most worried about.”
He chuckled darkly.
“Do you know what would happen to you if the boys in your room figure out your true identity?” He asked curiously, as he picked up the glass cup containing a light pinkish liquid inside, and he sipped it lightly. “Being in a male-dominated space tends to increase the testosterone level in males. What do you think they would do if they got even a whiff of a helpless female?”
“Unfortunately for you, the males in my dorm are not animals you have presumed others to be,” I answered. “Noah is the sweetest boy I have ever met, he is kind, thoughtful, and respectful; and Xavier…”
I trailed off, as our rather dishonorable encounter replayed in my head, and Christian leaned in, as if curiously. “You have your doubts about Xavier, right?” He smirked widely, and I rolled my eyes. “I thought as much. I have my doubts about him as well; that’s why I want you to move your stuff into my room.”
“What?”
“Stay here with me, Alan.”