Secret Love to a Gangleader

Part 4

"Baby?" Justin shouted from the bedroom at the pent-house suite slash condo at the Empire Hotel - the only place we can seem to spend time together lately.

"Babe, your mom and dad are going to be so mad when they find out you're skipping school." Justin wandered to the door of the bedroom, dripping wet from the shower he had just had, his hair a mess, a towel around his waist, yet he still managed to look beyond the point of beautiful as he leaned against the frame; "You do realize that, right?"

Gazing towards him, my eyes lingered on his glistening abs; "Yeah, I know." I mumbled, nodding and flicking through netflix in search for something to watch with him before I leave and pretend that I actually went to school.

"And you're not bothered about that, why exactly?" he rose an eyebrow, gesturing at me to follow him into the bedroom while he got dry and clothed.

Hauling myself up from the couch, I shouted; "Because." I skipped into the bedroom, greeted with the sight of him pulling up a pair of white boxers, a towel around his shoulders; "Because you're worth skipping school for." I mumbled, slowly walking over to him, snaking my arms around his torso, kissing the top of his back, sucking to leave my mark.

"Besides, they would be more annoyed if they knew who I was skipping school for and with, and the reason why, rather than being mad over the fact I skip a couple classes." smiling, I trailed my finger across his back tattoos.

Justin smirked, turning around; "You think?" he took me into his arms, holding me tightly; "But all we do is watch movies and cuddle?" playfully, he rose his eyebrow, delicately kissing the end of my nose.

"Hm, sure." sarcastically, I remarked, pursing my lips together to hold back the laughter within me; "Well, if you're talking about what we do with ten percent of time together, that would be the case, but it's the other ninety percent that would anger them."

He nodded knowingly; "Oh." kissing me, he fell onto the bed with me;

Kissing his neck, I ran my fingers through his hair; "I love you" I smirked, watching as he put his hands behind his head.

"Good cause I love you too." He said, looking me up and down;

"Have you ever had sex with someone at my school?" I asked. He has slept with a ton of people before me and I know every time he walks by the school all the girls are always stare at him. So I wonder if he ever made a move.

"Uh yeah I have ever since freshman at Walker High and I walk by the school that is when all thoughs girls became my toys, but not anymore. Actually I kind of always had a crush on you.

Ever since the ninth grade when I lost my virginity and knew what to do with penis - you in that uniform has always managed to get up of a morning, if you catch my drift." he announced proudly. Glaring down at him, laughter erupted from me, unable to take anything he said seriously, all because of the cheeky smirk on the corner of his lips, it impossible to focus on anything else but that.

"But wait, you have known for years that you liked me, so if you really did feel anything towards me, even if it was just lust, why didn't you act on your hormones?" awkwardly, I half smiled

"Because I was a dick." he sighed, pulling me to lay beside him; "And it was exactly that - it wasn't lust, it was love, and I refused to admit that, so if I would have fucked you then ditched you, that would have hurt you, and I didn't want to do that." he held tightly onto my hand, staring up at the ceiling.

Exhaling through his nostrils, he kissed the top of my hand; "You always caught my eye, maybe it was the fact you were so innocent to me, so pure, and it was impossible to ignore everything about you, and whatever it was that caught my eye back then, you still have it." he made me blush, he always makes me blush; "So, even though I knew I could sleep with you, I knew that in the long run it would hurt you because I was hiding my feelings, and that was the last thing I wanted to do."

"Oh, but then I would go home and jack off to the thought of you so it wasn't that bad." he laughed, kissing my temple, running his fingers through my hair gently.

Whenever he admits something that he seems to believe is embarrassing, he has to make a joke out of it, his way of keeping his huge ego and pride intact.

the sound of my phone vibrating on the night stand caught my attention.

2:12pm - Dad.

Oh no