The Best Mistakes

20. Nolan

Fuck. I was losing all my senses. I was so intoxicated by her that I didn't even realize she slammed a hard book on my dick. Her flushed cheeks, wide eyes, quivering lips, her everything, every moment made me want her more. I was on the verge of getting on my knees and beg her.

It was undeniable that she had a strong hold on me. Her just sitting on my lap made adrenaline rush in my veins and blood straight to my heart. And as soon as she started moving, adrenaline and blood straight shot to my crotch.

She really tested my patience, self-control, self-resistance and what not. I was only one intrusive thought away from pounding her hard on my dick and kissing those luscious lips like there's no tomorrow. My heart was still pounding like a drum, whereas her lingering sensations reminded me of how good she felt. How perfect she felt for me.

She was driving me crazy.

I was a mess, a complete mess. Disheveled hair, wrinkled t-shirt, red face and the worst of them all, a hard dick. I sighed, stood up and grabbed my belongings. I made my way out of the cafeteria hurriedly but a notification dinged on my phone. It was Jake. He texted 'emergency', calling me out to meet him. I straightened my clothes and redid my hair while I walked down to meet him.

I waved at Jake, who stood in the back alley of the architecture building. The place was remote with almost no one knowing its existence. Perfect for an emergency, secret meeting.

"Kayra is going on a date," Jake shrugged. His face carried the usual indifferent and bored look.

"With my classmate. Tonight," he completed. It was not like I didn't expect her to go on another date and meet a new guy. In fact I knew, it was just I didn't want to acknowledge it. She was dead set on completing her bucket list. That darn bucket list.

My temple throbbed, so I reached my fingers to massage them. I was getting angry with myself. What the heck was I doing? I didn't know what infuriated me more; stalking her or standing there without doing anything.

Soon, Jake got a call. He nodded and handed me the location details on his way out. I stared at the address dumbfounded. The word hotel was so bold that it was making me uneasy. Was it a coincidence that she was going to a hotel or was it not? Not if she was hellbent on getting laid.

I stood there thinking of ways to prevent her from going on that date or any other potential future dates. Should I confess? I pondered. Or kidnap her date? Or do the same as last time?

Later sounded the best to me. Confession wouldn't work as far as I knew Kayra and kidnapping was, well, a good choice if I wanted to spend a night behind bars. I considered every fucking option I had and finally after spending an hour dwelling, I came to a conclusion.

So…the decision was made. The story I made to scare Nick was truly believable. It'd work this time as well. If not, then a night behind bars doesn't sound too bad.