"Hmm..." he attacked my lips as soon as the door closed.
"You're a sin waiting for me to be done," he said between kisses.
He parted my lips and slid his tongue in. We fought for dominance, and I let him win. Now his tongue explored my mouth. As his feet hit the bed, I pushed him back. Tossing my pouch aside, I climbed on top of him and took off his shirt, then kissed his neck, which earned me a low groan.
"You sure you don't want me to shower first?" I asked, tracing lines on his chest with my finger. Even as a nerd, I gotta admit—he's got a body. Yeah, I'll say it: even though they're the last people I'd ever want or care about, they do have that charisma. And fine, I admit it—their bodies are... yummy.
Not that I have to say it. Their sluts already prove the point, huh?
He grabbed my arm and rolled us over, putting me beneath him.
"That's a waste of time, babe. Trust me," he whispered against my lips. I smiled as he kissed me again. His hands unclasped my bra, and with one swift move, he stripped it off along with my top. His lips trailed wet kisses down my neck to my collarbone.
"Ugh, Vaughn..." A moan slipped out. Even though I hate him, I can't lie—it felt too good. And I hate that.
"Yes baby, that's what I want to hear. Say my name with the pleasure I'm giving you." He claimed my lips again, hands wandering down to my thigh. The fvck. Why am I enjoying this?
Get a grip, Kendall. Just a little more.
I stopped his hand and flipped us over again so I was on top."Hmm, how about I give you one?" I winked, and he smirked.
"J'aime les filles qui savent donner du vrai plaisir." (I like girls who know how to give real pleasure.)Okay, credit where it's due—he still speaks French perfectly, even while panting.
I smirked back, my hands trailing down his chest."Je te montrerai un vrai plaisir." (I'll show you real pleasure.)
He looked surprised for a second before grinning. If you want to impress someone, learn what they know. Simple.
I kissed him hungrily, biting and sucking his lower lip. Then I trailed kisses down his neck... lower... and while he closed his eyes, I reached for my pouch and pulled out the handcuffs.
Time for the real fun.
Click. His wrists were cuffed to the bed.
His eyes flew open, shocked. Pft—what's with that look, smarty pants? Scared of a little restraint?
"Don't worry, babe. This'll make things a lot more interesting." I moved to grab the blindfold. He watched every move... until I slipped it on him. Then I heard a hiss. What can I say? A genius like him should feel clueless sometimes.
I kissed my way down to his abs and started unbuckling his belt. The sound of his zipper unzipping made him groan. Someone's really into this.
I slid down his pants and boxers. He was probably wondering what I'd do next. I kissed him hard again, letting my hands tease his thighs, then—
I hopped off the bed.
Smirking at how clueless he looked, I grabbed my bra and top, dressed up, and left him there.
Poor little know-it-all. I can't wait to hear how this gets out.
"Mr. Nerdie Nerd found butt-naked in their own bar—handcuffed." Maybe I should join the newspaper club with all the scoops I'm collecting.
You're probably thinking: If I hate them so much, why not just kill them?
Yeah right, like I'd get blood on my hands. Gross. Besides, what they did cost more than their lives. They deserve to pay—fair and square.
And if you're wondering how he'll get out of this? Relax, I left the door open so people can hear him. Plus, I left my pouch behind—with the keys and a little gift.
"What you got there, Monsieur Montier?" the neat-haired twin, Calvin, nudged Vaughn.
"None of your business, tsk." Vaughn tried to slide the notebook into his bag, but Curtis, the messy-haired twin, snatched it away.
"What, another stinking novel? I told you to stop reading this kinda— Wait a sec!" Curtis stared at the notebook. "This has a girl's handwriting!"
He flipped through the pages, reading aloud, catching everyone's attention.
"What do we have here, Vaughn? Don't tell me you borrowed someone's notes. That's so not you," Zeff grinned, eyes still glued to his phone.
Before Vaughn could say anything, Beethoven arrived.
And me? I'm casually having lunch in the cafeteria, sitting "coincidentally" near their table. And no—I'm not eavesdropping. They're practically shouting.
"Hey, I heard Paige saw you butt-naked last night. With cuffs and a blindfold." Beethoven tried not to laugh as he teased Vaughn, earning a sharp glare. Everyone at the table burst out laughing.
"You know that idiot. He makes up stories." Vaughn said flatly, probably done with the nonsense already.
But seriously, Vaughn? Just gonna deny that amazing night with me? Rude. I may look like an idiot now, smiling to myself, but damn this is fun. Hahaha.
Then Paige strolled in, with a tarsier clinging to him—wait. That's a girl? My bad. She looks like a tarsier.
"I heard that, Montier! Who're you calling an idiot? Don't forget, I saved you—my little damsel in distress—from those binds and chains. Where's my thank-you kiss?" Paige said dramatically, striking a pose. Pft. As if.
"You disgust me, Paige. Stop it. And about last night? A girl named KD did that to me. She left me 'butt-naked,' as Thoven said, and also left that notebook. Might be her diary."
"Says here her first love died and her boyfriend dumped her after taking her virginity," Curtis read aloud.
"Maybe she wasn't that good," Paige muttered to the tarsier.
While he talked, Zeff grabbed the notebook.
"And her parents died... and she blames herself."
Silence.
Everyone stared at the quietest guy in the group.
Vaughn felt the weight of their stares. "What?" he said coldly.
Suddenly, everyone looked uneasy.
Hmm... so they do remember, huh?
That's enough for now. I didn't want to hear more.
I stood up with my lunch barely touched and dumped it in the trash.
There goes my appetite.