Complications Of Jay Taylors

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I leaned against the wall, watching everything happen before my eyes. I fished my phone out, checking the time on the small screen as one hand held a red solo cup.

11.28.

I held my breath as I waited impatiently for it to hit 11.30, taking a swig out of the red solo cup and immediately regretting it as I grimaced. Beer really was not my thing. I took another glance at the time and grunted as a frown graced my face. It still wasn't 11.30 yet.

11.29.

I felt every agonizing second pass as everything about the party unravelled before my eyes. College students getting drunk and high as the whole place reeked of, smoke, sweat and mixed perfumes and deodorant. I scrunched my nose as the smell wafted into my nostrils. It wasn't the most pleasant smell on earth but this was a college party with reckless college goers who probably was lost in what to do after graduating.

I scanned the sea of people and caught Liana with some brunette making out on the makeshift dance floor and I averted my gaze before checking the time again.

11.30. A smile crept up my face as I set the cup on the floor before climbing up the flight of stairs. Turning right, I walked towards the first door that came into sight and gripped the handle and my palms became clammy. I took a deep breath and twisted the handle. Stepping in, I let the door close behind me.

"Uh... Hello?"

There was no response and I turned around to flip the switch to turn the lights on but I jumped back a hand flying to my chest as I saw his figure leaning against the wall. His hypnotizing gray eyes looked up and locked gazes with my brown ones causing my heart rate to spike up.

"You came," I said stupidly but surprised he was actually here, in the room with me. His gray orbs bored into mine as he pushed himself off the wall. "And I thought you would be a good girl and listen to me," he whispered in a deep sexy voice while he took a step towards me. I bit my lip as he took another step forward, closing the distance between us.

"We should turn the lights on and then talk," my voice shook in his presence as I spoke, barely above a whisper. He had this damn effect on me that made my knees go weak and desire to pool in my stomach. Another step forward. His tongue played with his metal lip ring and my gaze trailed down. "Who said we were here to talk?" I gulped as his hands touched my waist, burning the fabric and setting my skin on fire. The beating of my heart escalated. His head dipped, lips near my ear as his hot breath tickled my skin.

"I'll warn you again, Ainsley. You shouldn't associate yourself with me."

His hold on me loosened before his hands fell back to his sides, taking one step back to create the distance that we had between us at the start. He wore an expressionless mask, careful to not let any emotion show.

C'mon Ains, you have to do this.

I took a deep breath before opening my mouth to speak, "I need you to help me. I want you to be my first and take my virginity away." He didn't respond immediately and I bit my lip. I couldn't tell what he was thinking as he stared at me. A short silence passed and I was starting to feel awkward as I stood there, waiting for him to speak.

"No."

I raised an eyebrow. Was I not desirable enough? "Why not?" He seemed to consider his words before a cold smirk broke out on his beautiful face, "Because I don't do virgins." My cheeks turned red the moment he said that but I pursed my lips and looked him dead in the eye. "Just consider it." I stated as his smirk dropped.