Beautiful Sin [ ON HOLD ]

Chapter 8.

The white crisp shirt hugged my defined torso arguably well as I locked eyes with my reflection on the mirror. I hadn't dressed very formally for a long time and I couldn't relax under the fake personality I adapted whenever I chose to wear any attire that was deemed formal.

My slender fingers slit past the alabaster buttons , fixing my collar in the process before taking one last glance at myself. That looks proper for a church service right? I thought , running my fingers through my hair that I'd pushed back in a sleek foundation. Normally I'd wear my black locks in unruly curls but today, I chose to be clean and proper.

My phone buzzed on my desk as I watched it vibrate in small circles. From a distance , I could make out Tanya's pic and my mood shifted drastically to a sour one. She was the last person I wanted to talk to that evening and as I pulled on a brown coat to cover my bare arms , I grabbed the phone and hit the ignore button , just to spite her.

It worked.

Seconds later, my phone dings with a text from her;

I know your raggedy ass didn't just hang up on me , you bitch!

I rolled my eyes at the text , replying haphazardly ;

I'm busy Tanya.

And quickly switched it off before lending my attention back to the reflection standing ahead of me. I took a much needed inhale before letting out a shaky breathe , calming my nerves from the crippling anxiety. It had been decades before I got dressed for church. The pants I'd carefully selected , were brown khakis , perfectly ironed. I didn't want to stand out . I didn't even want to go to church if I'm being honest.

But if I backed out now, she'd be right about my intentions , even though she kind of was. I had to prove her wrong. I had to take this supposed challenge like a man and see how it plays out.

Teresa. Her name suited her. That well mannered novitiate had me dressing for church like a proper good boy. She had me wrapped up around her finger , or did I have her wrapped around my little finger..? I wasn't sure who was controlling whom , but if my plan succeeds, I would be calling check mate any time soon.

She kind of did have me wrapped up her little finger since she was pushing out of my comfort zone, like way out of my comfort zone because in all honesty , I would've been ball deep inside a random stranger's pussy , burying all my college stress inside her needy pussy. It is a Tuesday for godsake. Who attends Mass on a Tuesday evening?

I heard the loud flushing of the toilet before Aaron emerged from inside it , bowl of chili in hand , his torso completely shirtless.

" Did you even wash your hands after pooping ?" I scowled , tucking in the shirt tails inside my khakis.

" I was eating a cereal bowl full of chili in there while pooping and that's your deepest concern ?"

" Why do you do that ?"

" Do what?" Aaron shoved a spoonful of chili into his mouth , eyebrow corked as he watched me get ready.

" Be so profoundly disgusting ,"

" I'm a boy, it's what us boys do ," he answered between mouthful of chili , some dripping from his mouth before he slurped it back in.

" You generalizing this is what makes society judge us all as for said habits . Usually it's 'Not all men' but its with men like you roaming around making us all look bad ,"

" I'm sorry for making you look bad ,Levi," I could see him roll his eyes in mockery as he settled down at the foot of my bed , eyeing me , amusement dancing in his gaze.