Obligations, Rules, all things that are written or established as a law had been the lines Isabelle had been living in.
A studious, intelligent, compassionate, and stern college student... meets an older, wiser, more mature, and even more stubborn...
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Xavier 2 weeks.
It had been two weeks since i've seen her. Not gonna lie but she was pretty good in bed, and she said that it was only her third time doing it.
I was going crazy..
I already went to the coffee shop seven times in hopes to see her, I even asked her co-workers but they said that she was off duty since she had finals.
I leaned my head back on the leather sofa. We were again drinking. Haze invited us over in his house since he had a whole lot of alcohol.
"Still thinking about her?" Jett chuckled, downing a whole bottle of whine.
"I need to see her again." He chuckled with a teasing smirk, "Damn, you're down bad for her aren't ya?"
"Shut the fuck up bastard." Damon and Haze looked at me with curious gazes. "I'm pretty sure you won't find her again." Haze says chuckling.
"Is that a bet?" I asked gulping the whiskey down. "Sure is. Ten thousand bucks." He said smirking cockily. "But— you have to see her coincidentally, you're not allowed to go to her university or to the coffee shop."
"Be ready to hand that ten thousand dollars to me then, cause i'll be seeing her again." I smirked. He still had a smug grin on his face.
Bastard.
—–———
I bounced my knee impatiently while drinking some whiskey. I cannot be losing a bet to Haze.
I had to do whatever it takes to see her. I don't care about my fucking money. I care about my damn dignity, I cannot lose.
And I have to admit.. but I also do miss looking at those whiskey colored eyes, and hearing that sweet voice, and that sweet vanilla and strawberry scent..
Fuck, she's driving me insane and she doesn't even know...
Just her existing makes me lose my self-control...
What more could her sucking my— Fuck. I need to stop thinking those damn dirty thoughts about her...
I tapped the end of my pen on my desk impatiently. I somehow needed to see her...
But how..?
I know where she lives but.. stupid haze made a rule that I can't go to her university.
I rubbed my temples, "Go get me some whiskey." I ordered the maid.
She nods frantically and immediately runs to get me my whiskey.
Awhile pater she came back, I snatched the glass from her hands and sipped it.
An idea immediately popped in my head... Aha.
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