Page 149 of Plaything

He smirked at my messy thighs, either proud of himself or downright amused; I couldn’t tell. “Uh, yeah,” he absentmindedly answered.

Trying not to laugh at his intrigue, I stepped under the water, letting it wash away the aftermath. “Earth to Wyatt,” I joked, waving my hand before him.

With a smile across his face, he wrapped his arms around my waist. “Round two?” He suggested.

Was he joking? My eyes rounded to the size of saucers. “You have work,” I reminded.

“Yes, but this is so much more fun,” he husked, leaning down and closing the space between us. His lips lingered on mine in a gentle, seductive kiss.

Maybe one more round wouldn’t be so bad...

The shower curtain quickly opened, making the hooks skid against the metal rod. My heart hammered in my chest as I broke away from Wyatt in record time, shrieking out in fear. I lost my footing on the slippery, wet tile when I turned to look at the intrusion. Luckily Wyatt (who was unfazed might I add) was quick to catch me before I fell straight onto my ass.

Dominic stood outside the shower with a smug grin, obviously amused that he managed to scare me. He was shirtless with messy hair, clearly having just gotten out of bed. “Sorry Darling,” he lied. “I thought I heard you call for me.”

The week was entirely too long. People stared or tried to be overly friendly with me everywhere I went. The reporters mostly gave up after I’d given them nothing after Thursday. My peers were a different story. They got worse. Tristan was particularly bad—he seemed to think we were friends or something. I could only get him to leave me alone by threatening to call his sister, Anna.

My name and face were still all over local news and (from what I’d heard) social media. It was hard, to say the least. I loathed the attention. Everyone suddenly wanted to know me because they thought they’d somehow get rich.

More annoying than the reporters, peers, and news... I was getting gifts and engagement proposals daily from men I didn’t know. Some Duke of a place I’d never even heard of sent me an expensive purse—I knew because I already had it in three colors. I gifted it to Anna and threw away his handwritten proposal.

There were many proposals and extravagant gifts sent to my PO Box, all from men who probably grew up in a family like mine. They were all snobbish rich boys. One even included his size in a letter. My professors and I had a good laugh at that while we ate the truffles he sent.

It boggled my mind that so many men and women were throwing away money to propose or ask me out when they lived countries the way and had never met me. I admit that the dress I wore to the dinner complimented me, and I was having an incredible hair day. I looked pretty, but not I’m going to marry this stranger pretty. Money made people insane.

My biggest concern was that my professors might feel intimidated or insecure about the attention I was getting. If women were throwing themselves at their feet, I’d get jealous. I mentioned it to them, and they assured me that they weren’t worried about some ‘six-inch pretty boy’ (as Niko lovingly put it) stealing me away from them.

They were confident in our relationship, and so was I.

They knew I only had eyes for them, which made my heart soar. Aiden was worried about my safety, though. On Wednesday, he met with the school’s security, expressing that it was unacceptable and inappropriate for news reporters to be allowed to follow me around the campus. Since Wednesday afternoon, the only run-ins I had with reporters were on the way to my car.

Lestat was also a headline on the news. He’d been missing for the entire week, and none of his businesspeople or his family had heard from him. Good riddance. I didn’t care where he went as long as I never had to see him again.

My eyes wandered my closet, trying to pick a bikini to wear. It was Saturday, and we were taking Jamie up on her offer. The sun was shining bright, and I was feeling extra pasty lately. It made me happy that my professors’ friends seemed to accept me. Reesia texted me every few days about random things, and I was beyond grateful for her friendship. She just... understood. I was lucky to have met her—even if she was a bit flirty sometimes.

Like most people, I never felt comfortable in swimwear. My boobs were small, and I’d always been envious of women who were more well-endowed than me.

I chose a black string bikini set. Besides the luxury brand logo that was between my boobs in a metal clasp, it was the least flashy one I owned. My ass was well covered, leaving the tiniest amount of cheek showing, and my boobs—well, there was no hiding my lack of with the triangle shape. I put shorts and a sheer white button-up over it before meeting my professors in Wyatt’s truck.

I sat between Aiden and Niko, who instantly placed a hand on each of my thighs.

Another really fun thing about this week... I was incredibly horny. More than I usually was. I should’ve known something was up when I jumped Wyatt in the shower just from him being shirtless on Tuesday morning. Then I saw Dominic working out in the basement—he was all sweaty, and his hands were wrapped in boxing tape. He caught me drooling in the doorway, and it was downhill from there. To add to my embarrassment, I even attacked Aiden. All he was doing was grading papers, and, I don’t know, he just looked so focused with that pissed-off expression he got. My most unexplainable moment was when Niko was cooking dinner—like always. It started with me giving him an innocent hug and ended with me being fucked on the counter.

It was embarrassing, and even though they were all caught off guard, they didn’t seem to mind. They did notice my behavior was off, though, and it wasn’t until the genius himself, Aiden, pulled out a calendar that the mystery of my teenage-like hormones was solved.

It was my ovulation week. I’d obviously ovulated many times before, but none were like this. I was a virgin who didn’t know how good sex was. I never used to get turned on, let alone wanting to have sex if the wind blew in my direction. They thought it was hilarious, and they were flattered—of course, because they had vasectomies and my body was on ‘fuck a Baby into me’ mode.

Since Aiden’s period math, which I was surprised that he marked (probably for his own safety after last time), they’d all been having fun teasing and taunting me. At first, I didn’t mind because I was getting sex either way. But now, with their hands on my thighs... I knew what those assholes were doing, and so did they.

I was weak, and they were taking full advantage of it.

“Does Jamie live far away?” I asked during the drive. I didn’t know what to expect from her house. She had a pool, so I assumed she was pretty well off. The woman was beyond intimidating to me. She was one of those women who was truly one of the guys. She was Aiden’s best friend, and I really wanted her to like me. I didn’t know how to talk to her. She wore leather, had piercings, was muscular, and had dyed red hair.

I didn’t know how to talk to Collin either, but I figured if someone as sweet and lovable as Reesia married him, he couldn’t possibly be scary. And I’d spent time alone with Vincent to know he wasn’t super intimidating either.

None of them were nearly as nerve-wracking as Aiden or Dominic, though. No matter how many times they’d seen me naked, cry, or literally be inside me, they made me nervous with a simple glance in my direction.

“No, she has acreage about 15 minutes away,” Aiden answered.

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