Page 4 of Bad Boy Billionaire Protector

I trembled, as an unfulfilled ache was being awakened. It had been so long since I had felt the stirrings of desire. It was a heady feeling and I wanted to drown in it. Goosebumps trailed down my arms and an electric sensation travelled down my spine and between my legs. Feeling the heavy ache there, I exhaled a shaky breath and blinked slowly, suddenly feeling a little dizzy as his face inched closer to mine.

He put his arm around my waist and drew me to his hard body. The sudden contact of my breasts into his muscled chest made my nipples bud into sensitive, hard nubs. I pressed my thighs together and gasped as he tightened his hold on me and his mouth finally found mine.

Something exploded within me as our lips connected and he hungrily opened my lips with his. His tongue licked my bottom lip, then my upper lip like he was hungry to taste me and I went weak at the knees. I inhaled and caught his scent, a woodsy, earthy smell with a hint of citrusy verbena. It was tantalizing. I wanted more. I was dazed. I saw twinkling lights as I kissed him back, completely surprised but happy to be doing so. My hand found his face and touched the fine stubble that shadowed his cheek. He blinked and his pupils had dilated so much that I could hardly see any of his gorgeous blue irises.

Tongue darted out to meet tongue and they danced together as we continued to kiss. I could feel my panties getting wet with my juices, something I hadn’t felt for a very long time.

After a few minutes of making love to my mouth, he finally pulled away and looked down at me, smiling. He had to be several inches over six feet tall, so he loomed over me in the most protective, possessive way. I was hidden from view if anyone were to approach from behind.

“Wow,” he whispered. “That was…something else.”

I felt all dizzy and was in no position to speak. I just gazed up at him, my eyes dazed and a silly grin on my face.

“Yeah. Wow,” I breathed.

With a smile, he caressed my face and dropped one last gentle kiss on my lips before pulling away. As he slowly started walking backward, his eyes holding my gaze, I wanted to call him back.Don’t go.

“You have my number. Call me,” he murmured in his buttery voice, all deep and melty. I nodded obediently, my mind mushy with desire and fascination.

“Go inside,” he commanded with a firm yet gentle tone. I couldn’t take my eyes off him as I opened the door to my dorm room and went inside. He watched me as I closed the door. Then I just stood there unable to process what just happened.

“Wow…” I breathed. I felt all shaky, and my stomach had hundreds of butterflies fluttering around. What the hell? That was the closest I’d come to having an out of body orgasmic experience. Just from kissing! I felt like I’d been knocked off my feet.

As I finally turned around, my attention was caught by the picture of Adam and me on my nightstand, and I lost my smile. We had been on a date to a restaurant in town and had a wonderful time together. I picked up the picture and looked at our radiant smiles, cheeks pink with the first flush of love mixed with the alcohol we’d consumed. We were smiling up at the phone on my camera. I remembered it was Adam who took the photo as he had longer arms than me.

We looked so happy together. We hadn’t been together long in that photo but we had fallen quickly and deeply in love and in the process, he had also become my best friend. That’s what hurt the most. I’d lost my first love and my best friend in one fell swoop.

Memories of the past year came flooding back as I looked around my dorm room. I had a wall with photos from my first three years at college. Adam was in most of the pictures. I don’t know why I’d put them up. I knew it would remain painful to be reminded of our time together. Maybe I still needed to feel like he was near. I guess I wasn’t ready to give him up. His death had been such a shock. He’d had so much to live for. I couldn’t understand why he would kill himself. It didn’t make any sense.

Thinking about Adam again, I immediately felt guilty about what had happened that evening. My eyes tearing up, I picked up my phone and shakily scrolled through the names. Once I reached Christos’ number, I paused for a bit, finding it so hard to delete his name and number for good. But then I looked at the picture of Adam and me on the nightstand and the sadness was too much. I deleted it. There was no way I would contact Christos.

Tears streamed down my face. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I’d basically just gone out and made out with a random stranger. I felt like I betrayed Adam. I laid down on my bed and clasped hold of Adam’s ring around my neck.

I picked up my phone and opened Instagram. Wanting to feel close to Adam, I scrolled through my feed and found old videos of him and replayed them. I lay like that, scrolling and crying throughout the rest of the night, until exhaustion pulled me into a restless sleep.

Chapter 3 – Mason

Iwasinatutorial class with Professor Clifford Owens. It was near the end of the tutorial session and he was handing out assignments for the following week. Afterwards, Professor Owens pulled me aside to talk.

“That was an interesting point you made on Dionysus earlier, Christos. Very interesting indeed. I’d like to discuss it more with you in a separate session if you don’t mind?”

“Not at all. I’d be glad to, Professor.”

“Please, call me Clifford. Anyway, there was something else I wanted to discuss with you. There’s a mixer happening on Wednesday evening that I think you might be interested in. It’s for a rather elite group of people and I think that you might fit in just beautifully.”

This piqued my interest. “Oh yes? What kind of group?”

“Oh, I can’t give you too much information in case you decide it’s not for you, but if you come to the mixer on Wednesday, I think you’ll find that you’ll be very interested indeed. Here’s an invitation. Tell no one where you’re going. It’s all very hush hush.”

I took the black embossed invitation from him. “It sounds interesting. Thanks for inviting me. I’ll certainly come along and see what it’s all about.”

“Yes, do that. In my opinion, you would be a perfect fit among this crowd. It’s full of people who are of a similar background to yours. Well, perhaps not quite as wealthy as you are, if you pardon my impudence – only a few are on your level, and have your connections, but you know what I mean, don’t you? Yes, well, now I must get on. I have some papers that won’t grade themselves.”

He was alluding to my background as the billionaire heir to my father’s pharmaceutical company.

I shook his hand and watched him as he strode off down the hall of the Classical Studies department. He was a very charismatic man, Professor Clifford Owens. The faculty’s favorite professor that everyone wanted to be taught by. I was lucky to be studying under him.

Although it was by design that I was studying under him. A design that looked like it was working beautifully.

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