Page 10 of Malicious Desires

I shake my head violently, collapsing onto a stone seat in the courtyard with my head in my hands as I try to hold back my tears.

“Oh god, Nancy! I kissed a Montserrat,” I screech, my voice and breathing wheezy.

Nancy sits beside me, a hand on my knee.

“Don’t worry about it Jasp. I’m sure no one other than Malyk saw it.”

I eye her then. “I hope so, Nanc. Because no one can know I kissed the enemy.”

“I won’t tell a soul,” she promises, before questioning me, “but Jasp?”

“Yeah?” I mumble, quirking my eyebrow up.

“Do you want to kiss him again?”

“I’d be lying if I said no,” I admit, trying to hide the smile that wants to cross my face. “But I'll do nothing to cause kissing him again to come to fruition.”

“If that’s what you wish, Jasp. I just want you to be happy.”

“And I am Nanc. I’m here at university to study art history. It’s all I want.”

“Ok, well goodnight then dear friend,” Nancy says standing from the seat as I do. We kiss each other’s cheeks in turn and I reply, “Goodnight my dear Nancy.”

After Nancy walks off with a wave I head to my dorm room, and fall back on my bed, sighing, exasperated.

I can’t believe I kissed Reece Montserrat and enjoyed it; loved it quite frankly. No kiss has ever felt that arousing–not that I’ve had many–but I know it was beyond amazing. I’m annoyed at myself that I still can’t stop thinking about how Reece’s lips felt on mine and that my dick is stirring in my underwear, reliving the kiss in my mind as I drift off to sleep. Kissing the enemy was a sin enough, but still thinking about it is giving into the devil’s temptations–my desires–that I’ve been hiding inside. I shouldn’t want to sin again with Reece –or any guy– but after kissing the enemy I’m thinking about sinning in ways far more naughty than kissing. Reece Montserrat is the devil in the flesh.

Chapter 7

Reece

It’s dusk when I go to Jasper’s uni, Valley View University or Capullo family old as shit university. It’s a legacy university and you can barely set foot in the place if you’re not affiliated with the Capullo family.

They don’t know me though. I’m a criminal from the wrong side of the city, Montserrat territory and I can find my way in anywhere and take down whoever I need to that gets in my way in the process of getting what I want.

The external doors are open, so I head inside without a hitch. I have my hoodie on and tug on the strings to pull it around my face. Taking notice of all the overhead signage I tiptoe down the hallways, not making eye contact with anyone until I get to the Dean’s office. It’s locked–as I suspected. From my hoodie's front pocket, I grab out my black wool gloves and slip them on, wiping the handle to rid it of my fingerprints. I’d also stashed some alcohol wipes in my pocket, so I grab one of those out and wipe the door handle as well. I’m resourceful like that. Can’t leave a trail that would have the cops on my back, even though I quite literally get away with murder so a simple break and enter would be nothing but a blip on the radar as far as I’m concerned.

I grab the bobby pin I’ve stashed out of my pocket, slip it into the lock and shift it around in the lock until the mechanism clicks and the knob turns in my gloved hand. Once in the Dean’s office, I check his drawers for a key to the filing cabinet, almost instantly finding one because the Dean is such a predictable fucker. Opening the filing cabinet I rummage through his files to find out the details of Jasper’s room.

Practically everything I need to know about Jasper Capullo is in the file. His family deets, his birthday, GPA, and his course of study. I laugh at his course choice. Fucking Art History. That’s going to get him so far in life. Not.

Fucking idiot.

But I’m not concerned with his life story. I just need his room number, which is on yet another piece of paper. I nab that, folding it and shoving it in my hoodie pocket for future reference since I know I won’t remember it the moment I step out of this room. My memory is like a sieve sometimes. It holds onto memories and things I’d rather forget, and I can’t remember things I’d like–and need–to.

Putting the file back in its spot, I close the filing cabinet and lock it before putting the key back in the exact spot I got it from.

For a moment I think about ransacking the office to show I’ve been there, but I don’t bother wasting any more time. The Dean won’t even know I’ve been here, so it’s unnecessary.

I close and lock the door behind me, sneaking down the hallway towards the dorm. I keep my hoodie on and am annoyed at how many people are around in the hallways. I hope no one recognises me.

Getting to Jasper’s door, I check the paper to make sure I’m at the right door. I’m tempted to kick it down, but I know that's not wise. I exhale a deep breath, about to knock when the door careens open. I fall forward, pushing Jasper back into his room as he’s coming out.

Sniggering, I kick the door closed behind me. Jasper gasps, his face turning ashen.

“Jasper Capullo,” I tease with a rasp. “Fancy seeing you here.”

He scoffs. “What are you doing here Reece?”

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