Insatiable (UNDERGOING REWRITES)

Chapter 9 : Julian Mason

*three hours ago*

"Remind me why are you're dragging me out tonight? I have things to do."

I looked over my shoulder at Ezra as he sulked from the island in the kitchen. He had donned his usual dress shirt and sweater for a simple maroon t-shirt. His dark slacks changed for a pair of sweatpants. He was about as willing to leave the apartment as I was about staying home. And I needed to get out, to get away.

The rest of the week went by painfully slow, trying to keep myself tame and away from Nolan Daniels. At first, I thought it would be easy, simple just to keep my distance and continue the professor-student relationship, because that's all we'd ever be to one another. No matter how much he turned me on, sparked warmth throughout my body—generally the groin region—I wouldn't allow anything to go further. I was the adult between the two of us, several years older than Nolan. I had to stop everything before it went on. And on and on and on on on.

"I need to get laid," I told Ezra simply, turning to face him while leaning against the counter. He just rolled his eyes at me, already expecting that answer. I only ever went out so I could find someone simply for a one-night-stand.

"I understand your need to get laid. But why do I have to come with?"

Ezra was always trying to get out of going to clubs or bars with me. He hated going out like that. He wasn't much of a social creature, always preferring his books and journals to people. Stoic and quiet were the best words to categorize Ezra Sato. He was complete opposite of me in that sense. Yes, I was quiet, but only upon first approach. Once you got to know me, and Ezra can attest to this, I opened up and showed my true colors. I could be as loud and obnoxious as I wanted. And I would not be tamed.

"Because you're my wingman."

Ezra shook his head. "While I'm honored to be your wingman, I never truly am. You get your own guys just fine on your own. They practically throw themselves at you. Besides, I'm about as romantically inclined as a cactus."

"That—" I let out a sigh trying to push back the snort. "Whatever. I still need you there. Sober cab and all."

"Oh, so now I'm getting dragged out when I would rather be home watching reruns of Friends. And I can't drink cause I might have to bring your drunk ass home if you don't find some dick. Great. Sounds like a fantastic night."

"Come on, Ezra—"

"Don't "come on, Ezra" me! Are you forgetting we've been friends for years? I know everything about you Julian. And you're just running away. Like always, might I add."

I scoffed, folding my arms over my chest, leaning against one foot so my hip popped out to the side. "And what, pray tell, am I running from?"

"Nolan Daniels."

Immediately I shook my head, but I couldn't meet Ezra's eyes. I had no idea why, because he was wrong. I was not running from Nolan. There was no way I was. There were laws and rules against us being together. I was putting those in place. Nothing could happen between us.

If all that made me seem like I was running from the younger man. Then yes, I was sprinting away.

Nolan Daniels was a playboy, that much was beyond obvious. He knew just the right ways to hold a person's gaze, quirk his lips and wield his words to get in the pants of anyone. Straight, gay. Man, woman. Nolan could seduce anyone. And right now his sights were set on me. He just didn't expect for me to put up a chase for him.

In that sense, yes I was running as well.

Nolan probably had a tally sheet of all the people he's had sex with. I wasn't an innocent flower either. I've had my fair share of sleeping with strangers. But I wasn't the one desperate to get in my students' pants. I wasn't the one needing to notch another mark on my conquered list.