“I would sink myself onto your dick and slowly move until you would beg me to go faster.”
He grunts and I let out another moan, finally getting somewhere.
“Kami, I’m getting close already, fuck me, baby. Are you close?”
I’m notat all. It’s only been four minutes, and he never once took over. I can’t believe I’m about to fake an orgasm for the first time over the phone.
How sad is that?
“Yes, I’m so close, and I’m riding you so hard. Come for me, Mike.” I try rubbing my clit faster to get myself off, but it’s too late. Mike’s grunting and cursing as he finishes.
“Fuck yeah. Did you finish Kami? I didn’t hear you?”
“Oh yeah, I finished. Just had to be quiet because my roommate is asleep.”
What a sad thing to lie about.
“Okay. Thank you for the orgasm, I’ll let you get ready for bed, talk soon.”
“Bye, Mike.” I hang up the phone and stuff my face into the pillow, letting out a loud grunt. Now, I don’t even feel like finishing myself off.
Chapter Three
KAMILA
Professor Mills’s class. The Basics of Business Law. The class that will forever be useful for the future of my career and yet one that I am absolutely dreading. Note to self: never forget to check a professor’s ratings done by students ever again. They’re almost never wrong and an overall two out of five stars is just awful.
The Business building is one of the oldest and most beautiful on campus. I stop a couple of feet away to admire it. There’s a brick exterior, a bell tower on the top, and ivy along the sides. It’s all brought together with its multiple windows and white detailed framing around them. Maybe I’ll be able to get a seat next to a window in the lecture hall. The view might help with the empty feeling I’ve had in the pit of my stomach since I woke up this morning.
Entering the white wooden doors, I make my way up the stairs to the second floor. Once I find the room, I’m surprised at how big it is. It has multiple rows of long tables that are curved inwards, forming almost half an oval with multiple chairs in each of them.
There is only one other person in the room. Some girl who seems to be asleep with her head resting on a pile of textbooks. Ican’t really blame her. The first couple days of classes are absolutely draining. I decide to mind my own business and look for a seat.
Professor Emily Mills might have a reputation of being a terrible person, yet her classes are always full due to her connections. That’s why I’m here twenty-five minutes early.
The far-left side of the room seems to be the best option for a good seat. I find a good spot in the middle row beside the wall, that way, I’m cornered next to the window where the sunlight flows through but doesn’t hit me directly in the face.
Seeing as it’s still early, I reach for my phone and scroll through it, waiting for class to start. Fifteen minutes pass by before the sound of people’s footsteps and voices slowly fill the room. My eyes remain glued to the screen. I’m usually a very social person and would be talking to someone by now if most of the people here weren’t business majors. Jake warned me about them, saying most of the guys were not to be trusted. David was a business major, so to say he was right is an understatement.
I’m texting Levi back when someone’s voice sounds next to me.
“Hey, is this seat taken?”
Looking up, I find a gorgeous man with light brown eyes and a buzzcut. He’s smiling, and I can tell he would make this class a little less miserable, even if he might be a business major. Maybe we’ll just stick to being classmates who flirt occasionally.
“Actually, it isn’t?—”
“It’s taken.”
That voice. I know that voice. Slowly, I raise my eyes to the person who just spoke and there he is.
Cameron fucking Kahlo.
Suddenly, that old nausea sets back in.
The gorgeous stranger turns around and looks up at Cameron, who is at least half a foot taller than him.
“Sorry dude d-didn’t know,” he stutters.
