Page 20 of Toxic

"God, it’s a good thing Skye was around. I guess it’s a blessing he rejected me, or he wouldn’t have been there in time!" He made an apologetic face.

I blinked, dumbfounded. "Wait. What? He rejected you?"

Sean giggled and waved it off. "Yup. I offered him a free fuck, but he politely declined. Hahaha…"

A weird wave rushed through me. Skye rejected him? Nice! But then I remembered, I got rejected too today. "He also turned me down. I offered him a blowjob," I blurted out before I could think about it.

Sean chuckled. "He said he’s not into drunk sex."

"He gave me the same answer…" Something was bugging me, and I had to bring it up. "But I can’t believe you offered tofuck him, Sean, knowing he’s into me. That was kind of a bitchy move."

Wow, why did I even say that? I had no claim on Skye. I’d pushed him away over and over, and yet…

Sean looked at me, just as surprised as I was with my own words.

"What? I thought you hated him!"

He had a point. But… there was a ‘but’.

"I do… maybe… I mean, no. I don’t hate him, to be honest."

Sean's face, barely visible in all those swirling lights, looked completely confused. "I don’t get it, Soren. What’s going on? Did you change your mind? Sorry, but I had no idea."

"Forget I said that. It was stupid. You’re right, you couldn’t have known. We’re good." I snorted dismissively.

Sean kept staring at me. "So… do you like him now? Are you into him?"

"No! No. Absolutely not. No."

"Man, you’re confusing me. Four ‘nos’. That pretty much adds up to a double yes."

"It’s nothing like that. I don’t date alphas," I muttered, sounding weirdly unsure, and pulled away from Sean’s embrace, feeling uncomfortable, but he kept pushing.

"Wait, I need to know that you don’t want him for yourself. I was going to make a move on him tomorrow, but I don’t want to come between you two, so just tell me."

He wanted to make a move…? I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, it just felt wrong, there was such a strong resistance inside me that I almost couldn't speak, the words were stuck in my throat.

"So? Soren, we need to communicate. Can I make my move, or not?"

I couldn’t believe the word that came out of my mouth.

"No."

The silence between us would’ve been deafening if it weren’t for the blaring music… but even that seemed distant. Sean stared at me, his mouth hanging open in shock—like he’d been frozen in that expression since we started talking.

Then he cleared his throat, it was rising inside him, almost palpable—some irritation and confusion. "Is this gonna be another ‘Don’ situation? You’re gonna keep him as a paypig?"

"No! And I haven’t taken a dime from Don since the start of this semester!"

Sean took a step closer, his face tense. "I heard from Alvin that Skye said he could give you money as ‘friendly support’. Seems like he’s the perfect candidate. Is that your plan for him?"

I couldn't stand the bitterness in his voice; it pissed me off.

"No, that’s not the plan! And why do you even care? Do you genuinely like him or just wanna smash?"

Sean blushed and clenched his jaw. "I think he’s cool. And hot. He doesn’t deserve Don’s treatment, that’s for sure. And if you’re trying to pull the same shit on him, here’s a friendly warning: I won’t let you."

Oh, wow, that was unexpected. We had a brief moment of staredown.

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