Page 12 of Vile Heart

It was the truth though. He felt vulnerable. Tired of fighting on his own.

The earlier events played through his mind like a broken record. In a black and crimson red, with that inky-black heart pinned to his chest, the light reflecting in those almond eyes, Camren had looked sinfully handsome. The way his arms had wrapped around Davian’s hips, pressing their bodies together. Davian blew out a heavy breath, ignoring how his body thrummed with heat, the recollection enough to make his cock lengthen in his pants.

This was madness, yet there it was, knocking at his door, because of him. Regret smothered his aching heart. He should have never let things go that far, destroying their family’s future like that. But truly, their chances had become slim years ago, when Usurn founders had introduced the mass stores. Their parents never were true competition, and though they’d never wanted to admit it, they’d been overrun by the wealth. Per usual.

A surge of anger rolled through his stomach. He should stop this madness. He shouldn’t crawl back to Cam. He should grab Jaro instead and go home. They’d managed these past two years. He should fucking forget Camren Ryka and admit that he’d let the store go bankrupt.

He was in love with a Black Hart.

The admittance tasted bitter on his tongue. Much like the fear that went hand in hand.

He’d done the right thing by kicking Cam out of his life, heknewhe had. The Ryka family controlled his life. When they had proposed to pay his tuition fee, Davian had been so excited to follow Cam to college. Never in a million lightyears would he have thought that he’d be going to study at the university. They only differed one year, and during those first months of their time here, life had been as usual. They’d spend every free moment together. Playing judo, gaming, or just hanging out. Cam’s carefree, wicked character never failed to balance out Davian’s hesitant, serious nature. He would have become a nerd of the same caliber as Jaro had it not been for his best friend.

But then, one evening in December, after a marathon of playing video games in their pyjamas while eating pizza-as-much-as-you-can-eat, the lines had blurred. Davian had often wondered afterward if he’d done something to provoke Camren. He didn’t think so, but couldn’t be sure. With time, the memory had blurred into something that had never happened, but that had kept him up many a night, furiously jerking off.

That night, when they’d been sprawled on Camren’s king-size bed, controllers in hand, holo screen lit up with both their games, Davian had felt so fucking good.

And then Cam had fucked everything up by kissing him.

Davian stopped and looked around. He’d been so lost in his thoughts, that he hadn’t realized where his feet had taken him.

To the sports wing. It was one of the largest departments of the college, with many different fields and pools, both indoor and outdoor.

His multi-slate dinged, the holo screen showing Galya’s face. “Babe, come and join me in the judo room?”

“The judo room?” Davian frowned. “Why would you be there?”

She flashed a smile. “I’ll show you when you get here.”

“Uhm—” He hesitated. Cam’s favorite building on campus had always been the sports wing. And he’d told Davian to meet him here. What were the odds of walking into him? He didn’t want that, right? He’d told himself he’d go home. His chest clenched at the thought. Still, what the hell would she be there? “Is it empty?” He asked instead.

She giggled. “Aside from me, yes.”

“Okay, yes, sure.” His mind rattled. “It’s just that I’m not sure we’re allowed in there tonight.”

Liar.He squeezed his eyes shut, shame burning his insides.

“No one’s here, babe. Besides, I can lock the door. Come.” She winked, crooking her finger.

They had only been together for a few weeks, but aside from a few kisses, they hadn’t exchanged any heated moments. Good Light, he couldn’t even get his dick up when she touched him. She’d never mentioned anything, but he knew she knew. And it was embarrassing.

Did she want to try again?

The fact that she had to show initiative, made him feel like such a loser.

Entering the sports wing, he could blindly find his way to the judo spaces. How often had they not wrestled here? But Cam wasn’t here. Davian tried to suppress that awful feeling of disappointment.

His favorite place on campus might have changed over the past years. Times had changed. Those were his own words. Even though they hurt.

“Galya?” He called as he made his way through the corridor. On his right were multiple practice rooms, the left was reserved for the changing rooms.

“In room three!” She called out.

Pushing open the door to the room, he was met by emptiness. And a chair, set in the middle. “I’m sorry if I wasn’t clear. I love your creativity, don’t get me wrong. I’m just not sure if I’m ready to take things further.” He winced at his own words. That sounded awful. Swirling around, his gaze searched for her fiery hair. “Galya? You here?”

The door slammed shut behind him. When he spun around, he found himself face to face with a beast of a man, dressed in a black suit.

“Who are you?” Davian asked.

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