the gentleman's club (+18)

Do it

Levine

I'm thinking of how I would do it.

Would I cut his brakes in his car and hope he crashes and burns to death? Hire some men to beat him so bad that he looks unrecognizable and paralyzed? Or just straight up shoot him in the head with my CZ-75 pistol?

How can I get him out of her head? I can't get rid of him that would just make things even worse. After I had that conversation with Jesse I left her in the middle of the classroom in a rage, because I knew I wasn't the man she was speaking about.

I could imagine her having those unholy thoughts and touching herself to him. To another man that isn't me. That isn't any one of us.

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Levine became outraged, but it wasn't only him who was feeling this way. Heroux, Lenior, and Roman found about Levine and Jesse's encounter and couldn't stop feeling jealously.

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Jesse

"Jesse would you please tell why you decided to think it was a good idea to cheat in my class?"

"I didn't cheat." I huffed out annoyed. Although I did, I'm not going to let him get the truth even if he already knows it. Why the fuck would a professor give a test one day after explaining it?

During the Calculus test we took today I had the liberty of not know what the fuck we were doing, and luckily Alex was sitting next to me and he's a sucker for math so I decided to see some of his answers. But if I would've know that the bitch next to him ratted me out to Heroux then I would have just failed the test.

"Jesse come over here."

I put my things in my backpack and I tiredly walked over to his desk ready to hear his annoying lecture.

"I'm going to fail you for this test. Don't cheat or lie to me again. Now leave."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I hurried up ran out the classroom with a smile on my face. Of course having to hear your teacher say that he failed you on a test is not really good, but there was something about me not feeling uncomfortable with him anymore, that made me feel better in a type of way.

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Heroux

I should've fucking slapped her. It isn't a sexual thing to me as some people may think it is, but it's rather an act of discipline. I have no sexual intention wanting to abuse her, as though I feel a father disciplining his daughter.

I don't take disrespect in any type of way especially someone lying to my face and acting like I'll fall for it. When I was younger my father would bend me over his lap and spank me whenever I did something wrong. She should be lucky I'm not fucking doing that to her.

I guess his teachings and deeds always stuck with me as well. I had girlfriends who I would sometimes look as a person I had to take care of. Which is the reason why I never ended up with any of them. They all wanted to be independent and not need a man to take care of them. I respected it, I mean how could I not?

Yet there was something so deep inside of me that wanted to take care of someone. To give them anything they wanted and do everything for them. Never children though. I found children annoying and constantly draining. I wanted a partner who I could do everything for spoil and punish, and that's what I should do to her.

But since she wants to misbehave over nothing I guess I'll have a great friend in mind teach her a lesson.

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I grab whatever I can from the couch to support me trying not to run away. Every time I move he grabs me hair and yanks me back in place.

I try to run away from Alex yet he keeps me still. We both end up falling, trying to catch our breath, on the bed and start laughing. Me and Alex have been together for two weeks now and these two weeks have been the best of my entire college experience.

Alex is the first real boyfriend I've had since I was sixteen. I've been comparing the two since the first day me and Alex have been dating and I just don't know how God let such an amazing man in my life.

I've spoken to Alex about him, about what he would do to me and how we met. He hugged me and said that I never deserved anything like that. I remember crying a lot the day I told him, because it was the first time ever I had told anyone about my first relationship.

I felt so happy when he told me I didn't deserve it. I guess all this time I've been feeling like I did. It's going to be even harder when I gather the strength to tell him about what they did to me. Yet, in the meantime I'm stuck just staring at him.

His white bunny like teeth.
His slender rosy cheeks.
His greenish eyes that look hazel.
His silky brown curly hair.
His pink lips.

I think I'm becoming obsessed with him.

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