His Little Game

Chapter 3

SILVER

Sleep never came to me after last night, after the last message he sent me.

The photo of him with his cum on his abs made me want to lick it off him. I was so damn wet that I nearly made another video for him.

I never thought I could get a man to do that, but the last message changed it all. I froze in my bed as I reread the same message over and over till it was tattooed on my brain.

"Last question is... do you know who I am? I will give you hints throughout the day." That part I was quite intrigued with, but the next part, not so much. "There is a Halloween Party in your dorm building, and you will attend. I want you to dress in the sluttiest outfit that you have and find me once you do. I will make you moan my name so loud that the whole damn dorm building will know who you are with. After that, doll. YOU'RE MINE."

The mere thought of him doing things like in the restroom again made my core tighten. I was going to see him again, but with the face paint and the way he was dressed the last time, it was hard to work out who he was. The only thing I had going for me was his green eyes, and there were many good-looking men with them on this campus.

I moved out of bed and got myself ready. I chose my leather pants, boots, and a loose baggy T-shirt which read—it's no sin to get my sauce on your chin. I found it on a website and had to get it. I sat on the bed and stared at my closet. I had loads of slutty things, but I wanted one that would make him form at the mouth, and I knew exactly which one.

I smiled as I spotted it.

After finishing getting ready, I grabbed my books and bag. I walked out of my room but came to a stop to see the Halloween decorations. "This is going to be the best party of the year," a woman called out as I walked past. "Well, it looks like some are doing it all year round."

I said nothing and let it slip. This was the way everyone was around here, and I didn't care. I needed to get to my first lecture—English.

Walking in, I looked around and noticed a few people in, but not everyone was. I walked over to my usual place in the corner and sat down. I opened my bag and pulled everything out, including my notebook. I moved it to the page I left it on last night and read through what I had written.

Being in my own little world, I didn't notice anyone coming in until the tutor started the lecture. I listened in, only to have my phone vibrate. Placing it into my lap, I looked at the message. It was from him.

"First hint—we have had the same upbringing," it read, which only made me frown. What the hell did that mean?

Throughout my life, it has only been mum and me. Dad was in the picture until he cheated on Mum and made himself a new family. After the birth of his first son, he stopped contact altogether with me, and I haven't heard from him since. Mum worked three jobs to support us, and I helped when I could, offering to tutor students in English if they needed it. It paid great, but it wasn't something I would do permanently. So, for him to say we had the same upbringing means that it is a single-parent household. But I don't know anyone who has.

Ignoring the message, I carried on listening in to the assignment the tutor was placing up on the board. Grabbing a piece of paper, I wrote it all down when another vibration came through—him again.

"Second hint—art is my game, but so is history and English."

Art is his game, but so are English and history. Did that mean he was in my class? Both classes.

I look around and spot a few men there, but it is the crowd in the back that catches my eye. There were three of them. Two men and a woman. I knew who they were, Dean and Sasha. They were the couple who were kissing. My eyes skimmed over them but landed on some intense eyes boring back at me, which made my heart spike a few knots.