THE SWEETEST SIN(BxB)

8: Denial.

GAVIN.

I'm utterly fucked.

Wanna know how?

It all happened after I kissed a boy. That boy is Carlito. Wanna know what's worse? I enjoyed every fucking second of the kiss. I wasn't grossed out at all. Infact, I didn't wanna stop.

Shit!

That wasn't the plan. I wasn't supposed to feel anything while kissing him. The kiss was intended to calm the panic attack. That was the plan. But look how it turned out? I ended up feeling things that I shouldn't even feel. The kiss awakened something inside me. A thirst that only he can quench.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

I'm not even gay. I'm straight as a ladder. I love eating pussy and I can't stand the sight of another guy's dick. It grosses me the fuck out. Then what is so different about Carlito? Why do I want to be close to him? He is my fucking arch nemesis so why did I even kiss him? I'm so fucking stupid!

Wait a freakin' minute...

Could it be that he cast a spell on me? I believe that sorcerers exist and maybe Carlito is one of them. He must be Morgana's descendant. That's it. I mean, how else would I explain having this strong desire to kiss and touch him?

For crying out loud, I am straight as a needle. That is the only thing that I'm sure of about myself. Then where are all these stupid thoughts and feelings coming from? You know what, I think I'm finally losing it. I'm going Gaga. I need to book an appointment with a well renowened psychiatrist. Only, he can cure this serious mental condition that I'm experiencing at the moment.

No matter how hard I try, I can't get Carlito's image out of my head. The way his petite body fit perfectly in my arms. The way his slim arms curled around my neck as we kissed. And God, the way he moaned when my teeth grazed his neck. It's the best moan I've ever heard. My dick even got hard after hearing him moan.

My dick got hard for a guy.

Only a girl is allowed to make me hard. You know what, I think my body is having all these reactions, because I didn't get laid last night. I need a good fuck to get rid of these stupid thoughts. To get him out of my head once and for all.

Yes. That's what I'll do.

Swiftly, I typed a text to Shirleen Malhotra, my best friend who also happens to my one of my regular hookups and confidante.

Hey, you up for a quickie?

I paced back and forth in the boy's locker room, as I waited for her text.

Anytime. Where are you? Her text was accompanied by several eggplant emojis.

Boys' locker room. How fast can you get here? I texted back.

Give me 5 minutes. She texted back.

Sighing, I plopped on a bench then rested my head against the wall. The room was silent, only the sound of my breath could be heard. A few minutes later, the sound of heels clicking on the tiled floor obliterated the silence. Her expensive perfume attacked my nostrils, causing my nose to itch. I don't know why she insists on using that deodorant. Smells like Ceasar's butt.

"You look like shit." Was her first comment as she placed her Chanel bag on the bench then commenced taking off her 12-inches heels that were adorned with real diamonds.

Just like me, Shirley was from a wealthy family. Her father was the owner of Malhotra jeweleries, one of the biggest jewellery companies in Mumbai and California. Her dad was also my parents' business partner and close friend. It's how Shirl and I met, through our parents' involvement.