Bets, Beds and Treads || 18+

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𝗜 𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗘 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗗 plenty but being dominated? That's a first. I've never experienced that or maybe, it's because no one ever tried to. They were either too attracted to me or too intimidated, which led me to believe I was meant to be the one in control, always. I have always been begged to give attention, not beg FOR attention.

Yet, somehow, Reign Augustus found a way-all that without ever truly touching or kissing me. And when I say "dominating," I don't mean just physically; I'm talking about mental domination. Pure, unadulterated mental control.

And in this moment, he was doing just that. He was dominating me mentally, weaving his way into my thoughts, filling every corner of my mind. I couldn't focus on what my friends were saying; I was lost in my own wonderland, basking in total bliss. All I could think about were his lips-those damn lips I couldn't taste. It's embarrassing to recall that I nearly cried over it, yet I can't shake the thought from my mind.

I barely slept at all last night, thanks to his little teasing. Yet, he still had the audacity to send me off to bed wishing me a good night and sweet dreams after pulling something like that.

I spent the whole night debating whether I should just slap him hard across the face or tie him up and kiss him until his lips were bruised. Pretty sure it's the latter.

And after the sleepless night, I got up at 4 and practically showed myself the way outta the door. Though, I do feel bad for not saying goodbye to his parents. They were so kind, and now I felt like I owed them.

"Earth to Reina." Bianca snaps her fingers in front of me, pulling me out of my thoughts with a sigh.

Marissa and Bianca clearly couldn't wait until school, so they dropped by my house early this morning, wondering if they'd loss the bet.

"So you guys practically did nothing." Marissa grimaces.

I sigh even more, "Yes, unless you count that breath-on-the-neck thing."

"Is he... somehow gay?" Bianca frowns and we turn at her with a scowl, "It's just an assumption. I mean, I used to refuse doing anything with a guy until I officially came out too and it was hard, making up excuses and avoiding them. It just doesn't sit right how he's still resisting you. He even refused to kiss you. It's just not possible. Any straight guy in their right minds doesn't have that much of control when their dick is involved."

"Yea." Marissa whispers. "Maybe you should ask him."

I consider it, frowning. That's ridiculous. I don't know why the thought of him possibly being one makes me feel a bit sad. I would genuinely be happy for him but a part of me prays he isn't. "... Should I? Do you guys really... think?"

"We won't know for sure until he tells us. Let's not jump to conclusions right now. You should ask him." Bianca suggests, nodding.

#I mentally note to myself to not jump his bones next time.

"If he turns out to be one, we immediately drop this bet." Marissa declares.

We nod in agreement, but deep down, I knew I did not want it to end... at all.

. . .

I pull out my phone, thinking I'd shoot Reign a quick apology for ghosting in the morning. The guilt of bailing without saying goodbye to his parents was strangling me, and I knew it'd hit harder if I faced him without saying anything.