Chapter 20 SLOANE
Chapter 20
SLOANE
Xaden is anything but fluffy and wet. This version of him. This sculpted, mature version of him is anything but fluffy; if I were to describe him, I’d say raw.
Xaden is tall, six feet four if I am not mistaken. His shoulders are broad, and his back, clinging to his shirt, looks well-defined, like he had spent decades at the gym building it. And his chest… is there even a way to describe how firm they look? And his chiseled abs? Firm and perfect. He looked like a sculpted Greek god.
His biceps are fire, firm, thick, and built. His palm had his veins visibly parading, flexing, and revealing their existence to me.
Nothing about this man is fluffy… nothing about him is wet. He is raw, hard, firm… dangerous.
Wait, something slimy is drooling down my thigh… oh… did I get wet just looking at this man?
“Sloane?”
“Earth to Sloane!” Isaac’s voice snapped me out of my very dirty thoughts. My eyes flickered, pulling myself to reality.
I was in the study room with Rave, Daisy, and Isaac. We had group study today. We came to the study room to prepare for the upcoming test and also prepare for the professor who would be arriving in three days.
I had spaced out completely.
“Are you okay? You’ve been out of your mind all day.” Rave muffled, worry slipping through her words. Her brows furrowed, worry plastered all over her face. Daisy leaned in, lips pouted as she nodded in agreement.
I am not okay girls. I am anything but okay. Right now, I am being blackmailed by my crush. Xaden.
My fingers drove into my hair as I leaned into the table. Lips pouted as I whimpered.
Let me take you a couple of hours back… back to the moment, Xaden stood outside my window, asking if he looked fluffy and wet.
“Well? Do I?” His voice yanked me out of my dirty thoughts as I had more than a good amount of time, taking him in. Because he looked way too good.
“Still… I’m not going to stop calling you, Muffin. Besides, no one else can have you in the palm of their hands like that.” I pouted, shrugging.
My lips curled into a mischievous smile. I loved having the higher power over him. It was easy and sweet. Do you know what it means to have a man like Xaden at your neck and call? Do you know the thrill of having Xaden answer to a name he probably would kill Kyle or anyone else if they called him that?
There is no way I am letting it go… ever.
“So you like having power over me?” He asked, his deep voice sent this electric sensation, that traveled through places it had no business visiting, for instance, that wet entrance between my legs.
I promise you….I am not a pervert. I have never felt this way before. Maybe it’s because I am ovulating. According to flow, I am ovulating so that explains these nasty thoughts and the slime flowing down my thighs.
“Why would you ask such an obvious question?” I smirked.
“Hmm,” he grumbled, “That’s too bad, because you see, I also like to have power over you… A lot of power.” He winked. There was something about the way his Adam's apple bobbed, the way his lips curled into this insanely beautiful smile.
“But you have nothing against me.” I shrugged.
He laughed, “Are you sure about that, Peach?” he muffled. I noticed his hands moving towards his pocket, he turned his face towards me, and showed me a video. A video that should never be on his phone.
No!
No!
“Xaden, you stalker!” I barked, reaching to snatch the phone but he leaned back and tucked the phone into his pocket, “Why would you secretly take videos of me. I could sue you and I’d win.” I gritted my teeth at him.
“Sloane, I am a billionaire. Do you seriously think I won’t be able to bail myself out?” he shrugged, shamelessly. I can’t believe he is using the billionaire card. “Don’t underestimate me.” he winked.
My teeth gritted. Eyes squinted, “What do you want?” I barked.
He cackled.
That fucker! He is having way too much fun right now.
“Xaden!”
“Sorry, sorry, you just looked so cute, I couldn’t help it.” He apologized while laughing.
Is he serious?
“Really?”
“Okay, I’m serious now.”
He cleared his throat and stood upright. “So, you want to know what I want? If I tell you what I want, will you give it to me?” He asked, sneaky, a drag that made it obvious he had dirty intentions.
My throat bobbed. What could he possibly ask for?
“If you ask me for something crazy, I’ll murder you.” I threatened and once again, he laughed so hard.
“Xaden, seriously. You’re not seriously thinking about blackmailing me with that video, are you?” I leaned forward, my eyes searching his.
He bit his lower lip, his eyes glued to mine. He giggled, “Hmm, let’s see.” he paused, pretending to think, almost similar to the way I pretended to think when he asked me to stop calling him Muffins.
I fought back the urge to laugh, because he looked so cute acting like me.
He is enjoying this way too much and I can’t even get mad at him.
Ugh!
“Of course I won’t as long as you do what I want,” he said shamelessly.
My eyes flickered, “And what do you want?” I asked.
“We’ll see.”
Those were his words. Those were the words that rolled off his mouth and he walked away, strutting back to the window of his room.
Is he serious? He holds a time bomb and all he tells me is, " I’ll see?
Ah!
“Sloane, you’re starting to scare me, seriously, what is going on?” Daisy’s voice yanked me out of my thoughts, eyes flickering with concern. Oh right, I was in the study room with them.
I yanked myself off the table and leaned forward, “If someone blackmails you, what should you do?” I asked, my voice a whisper, eyes flickering as I gazed at them.
“Uhm, report to the cops?” Isaac muttered.
I shook my head, “It’s kind of harmless.” I muffled.
Daisy’s lips curled into a knowing smile, “It’s simple, follow them around until you get dirt on them and blackmail them with it.” she shrugged.
Oh,