Page 30 of Puck'n Bully
I know this is a trap. Hayden just wants to get me alone somewhere and get his way with me.
Anger and desperation clash within me.
I don’t want to meet him that late in the evening but I don’t have a choice.
Hayden may think it’s funny to steal my notebook but I need it back. I can’t chicken out of his prank and lose weeks of hard work.
“Ugh! I hate you, Hayden,” I mutter under my breath and sink onto the edge of my bed.
Despite everything, I feel a sliver of relief.
At least, the notebook isn’t lost. Hayden has it and as long as I play along with him, I can get it back.
But the thought of seeing Hayden makes my face heat up with embarrassment. The memory of him kissing me while stroking my cock is still fresh in my mind.
Just thinking about it makes my cock throb with need.
A groan escapes me. My relationship with Hayden as his tutor is thoroughly screwed.
I’ll just have to stay strong and tell him it can’t happen again, I decide, making up my mind.
I walk through the deserted hallways of the Economics department, looking for the room Hayden mentioned. It’s close to seven PM and not a single person is in sight. Everything feels quiet and eerie, making my nerves prickle.
Rounding a corner, I finally find the classroom marked206.
I look around, scanning the dimly lit corridor for Hayden.
And then, before I even see him, Ifeelhim.
A woody smell combined with the fragrance of citrus-scented soap. That’s exactly how Hayden smells after a shower.
What the hell am I doing memorizing what he smells like?!
I’m about to turn around but Hayden grabs my wrist and pulls me inside the classroom. Gently shoving me against the wall beside the door, he steps closer to me.
“Hayden,” I gasp, feeling the waves of heat radiating from his massive, hard chest. “What are you doing?”
“Just making sure you can’t escape,” he says, meeting my gaze.
“Where’s my notebook?” I snap, glaring at him.
He smirks, looking smug and unfairly hot.
“Don’t worry, Liam,” he says in a low, teasing voice. “It’s safe with me. But I was thinking...maybe you should earn it back?”
Earn it?The implication behind those words is not lost on me as I stare up at the Greek god in denim and leather standing too close to me.
“This is low, even for you,” I say through clenched teeth.
Hayden grins. “But you still came. You could’ve waited until our next tutoring session to take your notebook back but you’re here right now. You want something more than the book, don’t you?”
My cheeks heat up as my heart starts pounding loudly in my ears.
Hayden’s right. No matter how much I hate it, I can’t stop yearning for more.
Hayden’s no longer just a student to me. He’s become a drug that I’ve started craving. I know he’ll poison my life but I still can’t stop myself from wanting more.
“Cut the games,” I mutter, struggling to sound firm and unaffected. “Give me the notebook.”
