Chapter 9 Desire Makes Us Human
Lana’s Point of View
“Why are you giving me an employment agreement?” I asked in confusion, and he finally closed his leg shut, his upper body leaning forward with his hands clasped together.
“Because I need proof that you agreed to work for me, just in case you decide to use it against me one day and accuse me of bullying you.” He answered, and I couldn’t explain just how shocked I was by his audacity. My eyes searched his for a hint of a joke, but there was none.
What makes me think he would go through all this stress to just joke with me?
“Of course, this is bullying.” I snapped. “What else do you call blackmailing someone to sign a contract for a job they didn’t apply for?”
He smirked, the usual playfulness returning to his eyes, as he leaned back into the couch. “Then pay me what you owe, and we can end this immediately.”
Silence. Because I knew I didn’t have any money.
“You are quite petty.” I snapped, my fingers flipped through the pages, and the least I could do was try to understand the terms and conditions, so I know what I am getting myself into.
“You have nothing to worry about, it was prepared in the presence of a lawyer, the terms and conditions are quite fair, don’t you agree?” If only he would shut up and let me read.
I have to clean his room, prepare his uniform for the next day, and basically answer to him anytime he calls me, irrespective of the time, like I am some kind of dog.
“Well, we need to do some basic adjustments here,” I grumbled under my breath, and I am sure he heard.
He is paying $20 per hour, and I am expected to work a total of four hours a day, and the contract expires after a hundred days, after which I have completely paid for his $8,000 dollar coat in full of manual labor.
There I was, done reading.
“I want you to increase my wage, and also, I can’t answer you every single time you need something.”
“You are aware that you are not in any position to complain about anything or demand anything from me?” He mockingly raised an eyebrow at me. “The only option you have right now, dear Alan, is to either pay me in full or sign the damned contract.”
I was milliseconds away from exploding. Calm down, Lana. I am the one at a disadvantage if I attempt to get into a scuffle with him. It’s just a hundred days, after which I would have no reason to see him again.
He pushed the pen towards me, and I picked it up from the table angrily and signed the contract angrily.
I slapped both the document and the pen on the table and got up almost immediately to leave.
“Where are you going?” He seemed surprised by my abrupt movement.
“Back to my dorm, as you can see, I rushed to come here.” I snapped, glaring at him, and he chuckled darkly.
“My dear, the contract is effective immediately.” He stretched his arm, as if displaying the state of the room. “Get to work.”
I folded my arms, glaring daggers at him, my shoulders slumped in defeat, and I dropped my bag on the couch as I got to work.
‘Lana, is this the man you are attracted to?’ I decided to ask myself again. ‘He is a dictator, a tyrant, an oppressor.’
My hands smoothed the fine lines that appeared even after I was done making the bed. The room now smelled like life, like a person lives here.
I placed my hands on my waist as I stared around the room, feeling both satisfied and accomplished.
“Are you done?” I heard Christian’s voice from behind me, and it was so sudden that a small scream escaped my parted lips, swinging away from the direction of the voice. “What is wrong with you? Relax, man, I told you, I don’t do men.”
My eyes then flickered down towards his body. He was wearing loose pants and no shirt, his hair seemed wet, and he smelled fresh, like he had just showered.
I felt warmth pool in the center of my stomach as I watched his body stretch lightly, my eyes slid down the abs that looked like freshly baked bread, to the tantalizing lines of his narrow waist. The rest of his body was buried under the material of his pants, and that mystery left the rest to my creative mind.
The image of the provocative bulge in between his legs suddenly flashed through my mind, and my heart raced when I imagined what it would feel like to have him pressed against my body, rock hard and ready.
My legs wrapped around his slender waist as he pumped into me, my heart pounding heavily against my ribcage. The imagination was so vivid that I could hear my own moans.
‘You fucking slut.’ I cursed myself internally again. I can’t believe that I am not only attracted to Xavier but to Christian as well.
“Do you know the boy named Xavier?” I was more than thankful when his voice suddenly cut through my sexual thoughts. I took a step back, almost falling into bed—he noticed it, but ignored it. “He defended you the last time. Was that a coincidence, or do you know him?”
Wait, why is he asking about Xavier?
I paused for a minute, trying to catch my breath before I answered. “He is my roommate.”
“Oh, and he is your friend?” He sounded so interested in this topic.
My eyes narrowed almost immediately. He said he was not gay. Then, why was he so interested in Xavier?
“Something like that,” I answered, and the end of my lips curved into a smirk. “Is anything the problem?”
“No, not really.”
My body shook as I entered my dorm. It was late already, and my bones hurt, coupled with the fact that I was so fucking starved. My eyes shifted towards my bed. Noah was asleep, and almost immediately, Xavier stepped out of the bathroom.
The moment my eyes met his, I looked away from him almost immediately.
“Where have you been?” His thick voice cut through the room, and I froze, turning back to glance at him. “You didn’t go for lunch this afternoon, nor this evening, you left in a hurry from class, and when I got here, you weren’t here.”
“What?”
“I saw you going towards the Zenith Hall. Did you go to see someone, or are you being bullied?” He suddenly took a step forward, and I stumbled back in panic.
“Ah!” I slipped on something and missed a foot. Before I could fall, his hands shot out to grab me.
Out of fear, I grabbed the front of his shirt, bringing him down with me. The thud resounded in the room, but surprisingly, there was no pain.
My eyes squeezed open to see Xavier’s face barely centimeters away from me, his eyes searching for mine. I remained frozen, even though I was fine, even the tiniest movement, and our lips would touch.
I held my breath, trying to force my heart to calm down and enable my brain to regain control of my hormones. Xavier’s minty breath tickled the skin of my nose; his scent engulfed me.
My body temperature rose again, heat pooled in between my legs, and I felt my clt throbbed hard. His arms were placed protectively to cushion my head from the impact of the fall.
Fuck, my panties are dripping wet.