Page 26 of Toxic

Soren watched me with his lower lip bitten, his dick refusing to go limp. Eventually, he removed his hand from my head, and only then did I pull up his jockstrap and pants and slowly stand up.

Our eyes met. Soren swallowed, then reached over to the desk and grabbed the other $70 I'd given him. He slipped it into my pocket with a quick motion and said, "Take it back. It would've been the fastest $70 you ever lost," his tone was a mixture of amusement and bitterness.

I gave him a genuine smile. "Thanks for agreeing to do this. I really appreciate it."

He turned back toward the desk, his expression shifting. His eyes became more distant, and I knew that was my cue—the meeting was over.

"Can I ask you something else?"

"About what?" His voice had a bit of a chill to it again, his gaze drifting further away.

"Why do you only offer hand jobs and blow jobs? Why not anal?"

He rolled his eyes slightly. "I have my reasons. I don’t owe you an explanation."

"Of course not, I was just curious."

Silence fell between us.

Then, in a hoarse voice that sounded almost reluctant, like he was ashamed to say it, he muttered, "It's… something I could only do again with someone I’d love."

"I get it. That's… how it's always been for me in the past. I've never paid for sex."

Soren didn’t respond or react, didn’t even look at me. His gaze stayed locked on the desk, where the money was.

I had no idea what else to say, I wanted to say goodbye, but before I did… there was this one more important thing:

"Will I be able to use your service in the future?"

There was a moment of silence, and my heart almost stopped, worried he might say no.

But Soren answered with a simple, "Yeah."

"Thanks. That was great. And you smell really good. Take care."

I turned and walked away, not wanting to prolong the awkward moment. It was clear Soren wasn’t in the mood for conversation anymore. He seemed genuinely uncomfortable, and forcing small talk wouldn’t have been a smart move—it might even jeopardize our fragile truce.

***

When I got back to my dorm, Alvin and Archer were both there, and Alvin immediately noticed my mood shift.

"What’s up? You seem all hyped."

I hesitated. Would it be smart to tell him I’d been with Soren? He’d kicked him out of the Kingdom of Promises. What if Alvin got pissed and took it out on Soren somehow? I had no idea, but it seemed safer not to say too much.

"Nothing," I muttered.

Archer didn’t even look up, his eyes glued to his laptop screen; Alvin glared at him, then back at me.

"Don’t fucking lie to me, Skye. Sean told me Soren was gonna blow you today!"

Wow. That escalated quickly. I didn’t expect that kind of intensity right from the start.

"Why do you even care? Didn’t you kick him out?"

"I don’t care. Just a heads-up, alright? I heard about your beef with Don outside the party room. Don’s got it bad for Soren, treats him like a substitute boyfriend. I’ve seen how he actsaround Ed and May, he even shoved Ed once. So, just… watch your back." His tone was bitter.

"Didn’t you already steer Don away from Soren? I saw you grabbing his ass." My tone was way more sarcastic than I meant it to be.

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