Midnight Rendezvous: A SandRay Story

Chapter 1: The Tempation

Sand's POV

Ray...

The God damned screen of my phone blares like poison with that fuckers name again.

This is the third missed call from him- if I can stop myself from picking up his call, that is.

I wish everything would just end now or else I wish I could go back to that first night I ever said yes to the Campus king's sultry invitation to come home with him, I would have surely fucking said no.

My head feels like it's going to burst in anger or was it hurt, I don't even know anymore.

If I knew what I know now I would make sure to stay the fuck away from Ray, the campus king and his messed up set of friends. Shit.

I've known Ray for almost four years now. Not known on the personal level but more on his reputation around campus .

He and his group of friends floats around the god damn university like they fucking own it. Well.. maybe they did. At least one of them, I heard.

That glasses-wearing nerd who often looks out of place amidst his group of friends named Mew is said to be the director's youngest son. Huh.. he owns the fucking university while I could barely even pay my tuition fee, if not for the scholarship I work so hard to maintain just so I could finish my college education in this institution.

Then there's the campus jock Boston, who is too loud and too buff for my taste, who judging from the reputation he has, has fucked more than half of the population here- both male and female. That irritating grin always present on his freaking face like it was pasted there. I guess if you are the second son of a car company CEO who rakes in billions a year you'd also never have a reason not to be smiling.

The only female member of this ultra exclusive group of friends is Cheum. This one is gorgeous and the only one who I've had some interaction with. Despite our obvious status disparity, she is humble and friendly. She dated the drummer of my band-who is  also female by the way- so we've hung out a few times. Cheum is another offspring of some elite museum director and comes from old money.

Lastly, Ray. I've heard stories of Ray being the ultimate playboy. He doesn't do commitments and he doesn't see anyone for more than one night stands. He doesn't care about gender but he draws the line at freshmen. He stays clear of starry eyed freshies because they tend to get clingy, that's what they said he says. I scoffed at that. He's just too selfish for his own good to ever want to care about somebody else's feelings. Ray is the only son and heir apparent to a multi industry CEO. He lives, like his friends, in a gilded mansion and drives around in different foreign sports cars.

Everyone in this friend group is gorgeous and rich. They are insanely attractive people who are very loaded, especially Ray with those sensual eyes, perfectly shaped face, nose and lips. He carries himself like a goddamn King.. thus earning him his title as the Campus King.

I've seen them around campus and some classes we've shared as we are all in the business college but never really paid too much attention because I was too busy earning a living to waste my time on these spoiled brats who have mostly never even said hello to me. Their one time lunch would be worth a week of my food allowance so I am never going to fit in that group ever.

So that one time after my set in the bar, while I was downing my second bottle of the cheapest beer available, I raised my eyebrows in complete surprise when Ray slid into the stool beside me and said hello.

"Hi Sand! You were absolutely smashing out there!" Ray said with that signature smirk on his face and his right hand holding a glass of scotch on the rocks-probably the most expensive one in the house.

"You know me?" I questioned.

"Of course! We are classmates aren't we?" Smooth Ray, smooth. Though I really doubt that's the case. He must have asked Cheum about me, seeing as Cheum gave me a small wave from where she was sitting now with her girlfriend and Boston on her other side.

"What do you want Ray?" Too tired today from having worked in the cafe after classes and straight to playing tonight on the stage to want to play games, I decided to take the straightforward approach.

"Are you always this blunt?" Tone still flirty. "I just wanna be friends, you know?" He pouted, putting his hand on my thigh.

"Friends huh?, Friends then but no sex" I scoffed looking pointendly at the hands running up and down my thigh.

"But some become good friends after having sex" he retorted with that almost angelic grin of his. This little devil.

Looking at those bedroom eyes and admittedly sinfully tempting lips I decided well, one time won't be too bad. I badly needed to decompress tonight and having sex with a god in the bed as his reputation goes might be a good idea.

Tomorrow, we can just forget and act like we don't know each other, right? He's a pro at that, is my last thought before I leaned in to be met halfway in a kiss that is entirely too hot and passionate to be appropriate to be done in public even in a dark bar full of intoxicated people.