𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒂 𝑺𝒕. 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏
1 Month Later.........
It's been a month since I've talked to Kol.
I've seen him around a lot and every time he sees me, he immediately turns the corner.
Since it was clear that I wasn't going to bone him, I started sleeping with the guy from art class.
Gavin.
His dick was big and the foreplay wasn't too bad, but he was very submissive.
Like oddly submissive.
I like to be dominant, but at the same time, I want my dominance fought with.
Gavin lets me control him. He doesn't fight me.
I pick up my bra and put it back on.
Gavin comes up from behind me and tries to kiss my neck. I quickly move out of his grasp.
"I feel like a piece of meat. We only hang out to have sex," Gavin says.
"That is what a no-strings-attached relationship is," I roll my eyes.
"Why can't we have an actual relationship?" he begs.
As I was about to leave his dorm room, he runs in front of me. "Please."
I let out a deep breath. "I'm not a relationship type of person," I let out.
Maybe it's time to end this thing. After a week of us hooking up, he's been asking for dates non-stop.
Before he can say anything, my phone digs. I pull it out of my shorts and look at it.
Aurelia: I'm outside your dorm room.
Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me.
"I have to go," I say, and run out of Gavin's dorm room.
No no no no.
How is this happening right now?
This can't be happening right now.
I practically run at Usain Bolt speed to get to my dorm.
When I get there, panting breathlessly I see my Mother standing there in all her rich, white woman glory.
"Maya, why are you panting like a rabid dog?" Her face looks disgusted. Considering the shorts and crop top that might as well be a bra.
She slowly walks towards me and examines me. She grips my face and moves it to the right.
"Is that a hickey on your neck?" she hisses.
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My Greatest Escape
Romance"Since you don't know how to shut your fucking mouth, I'll fill it with my cum to shut you up," Kol seethes, looking down at me like I was dirt on his shoe. I loved the way it made me feel. The way he made me feel. He looked at me like I was a whor...