THE SWEETEST SIN(BxB)

2: The Bathroom.

GAVIN'S POV.

I hate church.

I loathe sitting for hours just to listen to some overweight loser preach to me about things that I already know. Sin is bad, I get it. We all do. No need to preach for hours about it.

If it weren't for my parents I wouldn't have been in this shit show. They are sponsors of this church and as such, they expect me to make an appearance on their behalf since currently, they are out of the country. Fuck them and their business trips.

On the bright side, their trips mean that I get to have the mansion to myself. I get to host parties, fuck like a rabbit and do whatever the hell I want. They can stay on the trip for years. I don't care.

You know what's funny? Is that as a kid, I used to feel sad whenever they left. I would be affected so much by their absence, especially on my birthdays. To cover up for their absence, they would send expensive gifts.The gifts were a distraction but it never brought back all the important moments of my life that they missed.

I remember confronting them about it when I was thirteen after they missed my very first basketball game. They promised they would attend and my idiotic self trusted them. I should have known better. I was hurt but you know what mom said? She said, "Gavin, your father and I missed the game because we are working for your future. We want you to have everything we never had. So stop crying over a silly basketball game."

Mother of the fucking year, right?

Suddenly, a note landed on my lap, ferrying me from the island of thoughts that I was lost in. I didn't need to be Eistein in order to discern that the note was from another desperado bitch, trying to get a taste of me. I mean I can't blame her. It's not her fault that I'm this hot. Even I get a hard-on by looking at my own reflection. Sometimes I think that being this hot is a curse.

Sighing, I unfolded the piece of paper.

Hey hot stuff, wanna get out of this shitty sermon? I could make you scream the lord's prayer as you cum five times over. Meet me in the girl's bathroom.

Yours always, Madeline.

After reading the note, I rolled my eyes knowing too well who Madeline was. She was some bitch who was obsessed with me. I knew that I shouldn't have let her suck my dick. Because now she thinks I'm hers and all she wants is to please me which she's terrible at. Bitch nearly bit my dick off all in the name of a blow job.

I'm so done with her.

I have to say though, she has nice boobs. Soft and bouncy. I could suck them all day.

"Yo Miles, you seeing this?" My best friend, who was seated beside me, called. His name is Roman. His parents work for mine and we've known each other since we were in diapers. He's like a brother to me and he's the only one allowed to call me, Miles.

"What?" I inquired, turning my attention to him. He placed his phone in my hand. A video of some chick twerking butt ass naked on a guy's lap was playing on his phone. I recognised her as his former girlfriend. Vera, was her name.

Yeah, the guy was a hopeless romantic who believed in true-love-conquers-all bull shit. Look how that turned out for him? She dumped him for someone else and now all he's left to do is stalk her and hope she'll come back to him. He deserves better.

"I don't understand how she can post this. Dude, she was my girl and now she's acting like I don't exist. Like that nigga is better than me? What did I ever do wrong? Was it the sex? Didn't I treat her right? Please help me understand, man."

Here he comes, with the feeling-sorry-for-myself attitude. I hate when he does this to himself. He did right by her. He gave her his heart and soul. Before he met her, Roman couldn't even cook noodles and then she came along and bam! Roman could not only cook but also bake. He even composed poems for her and songs. Roman can give Maroon 5 a run for his money. Me on the other hand...let's just say I could give mating frogs a run for their voices. I'm te-rri-ble.