Student from Hell

Give me more-Ch.8

ADAM'S POINT OF VIEW.

The smile that I usually have on my face when I wake up, it’s gone.

Today I won’t be able to see him. f*****g weekend! Why can’t school last 7 days?

I could find out where he lives, but that would be creepy. And I want to f**k him, not creep him out.

After a long, hot shower and a big breakfast, I went to my home office and tried to bury myself in work until I have to go to the meeting with the Russians.

But how can I work when there are so many questions that are bothering me?

For example, why am I so eager to see him? So angry that I can’t see him? And most of all, why do I want to f**k him more than once? I never f**k more than once, and I don’t even know if I’ll like it, but I still want to.

And I won’t even start about all the trouble my organs are giving me when I see him or I’m near him. I actually thought I’ll die a few times. If I wouldn’t be so young, I would’ve been concerned that I have some serious heart problems.

As expected, I worked almost nothing. I can’t concentrate. I know that the best would be to keep my distance, because this may cause me a lot of trouble, like falling for him, and I certainly don’t want that, but I can’t. Or better yet, I won’t. I’m too damn stubborn for my own good.

But I won’t fall in love or do stupid things like that. I never did, and I won’t start now. I’ll keep my walls around my heart and I’ll be just peachy. I won’t let myself be fooled like Mom was, even though I don’t think he’s even remotely similar to Frank.

I text Ryan to be here in one hour, and I go and get myself ready for the meeting.

After a much-needed release under the shower, because thinking of him always leads to that, I find myself sitting in the walk-in closet, trying to decide what to wear.

I can’t wear my usual outfit to this kind of meeting because I need to be formal.

So, I choose a black elbow-sleeve shirt that shows my arm tattoos and three buttons undone to show my chest and neck tattoos. Ok, I love to show off my tattoos and my body. Sue me!

Anyway, black slim-fit suit pants, a pair of black shoes, and last, but not least, my black Rolex watch.

I take a final look in the mirror and fix my hair, and make plans for after the meeting, maybe go to the club, pick someone up, and have a good time, because one thing is for sure. I have to f**k tonight, otherwise, I’ll die.

After I finish and make sure I have everything, I go downstairs where I am greeted by Ryan’s whistling.

“Shut it,” I snapped playfully while rolling my eyes at his antics.

“If you wouldn’t be my boss and my best friend... damnnn.” He shakes his head and takes a big breath through his nose, then lets out a low groan, and as much as I want to fake annoyance, I can’t help but burst out laughing.

But I still smack his head before we get in the garage, then punch his shoulder before he gets in the passenger seat of my black Porsche, and he whines in pain.

“Shut up, Ryan. You know you like it... ” I trailed off in a seductive, husky voice, and Ryan looks at me and sighs.

“Do you really have to use that tone while you’re dressed like this?” He asked in a fake horny voice, making me roll my eyes.

Ryan looks good, he’s almost as tall as I am, maybe an inch smaller, muscular, dark brown hair, shaved at all times, fact that accentuates his chiseled jaw, chocolate brown eyes, all covered in ink, but we both know that it’s a no-go for s*x. Besides, we couldn’t do it. Neah. Yaks.

“Ok, Ryan. Imagine me sucking your di--” He leans over the console and puts his hand over my mouth, interrupting me.

“Don’t! I don’t need an image of that! Damn, now I won’t be able to let someone go down on me for at least a month. You’re disgusting.” He exclaimed with a grimace, and I burst out laughing again, barely managing to ignite the engine, then wait until I calmed down to be able to start driving, all while he makes gagging sounds.

“I wasn’t planning on going that far!” He scolded, and I choose to focus on the road and not look at him, because I’m sure that the i***t is probably making faces, and I plan on getting to that meeting on time.

“So, try not to mention my dear old father. ok?”

“I’m trying not to think that he exists, so I’ll definitely not mention him. Where is he by the way?”

“Beats me, Ryan. Last time I talked to him I heard multiple voices in the background, and music. I guess some orgy. ” We both gag, barely managing not to throw up. Not that we’re against orgies, but picturing Frank having... yeah. I’ll stop here.

“Well, he has no worry in the world. Money is coming, the business is expanding thanks to you, and he gets all the credit.” Ryan said with obvious disgust and hatred in his voice, and I chuckle.

“Don’t work yourself up so bad. People start to notice who is running the show. Do you think that the Russians haven’t talked? Haven’t you noticed that most people are contacting me? And the Clubs are mine. Everyone knows that. The only thing is that he’s with the signatures. For now.”

“You do have a point. Luciano also asked for you.”

“What did he want?” I asked with an eye roll, and Ryan laughs.

“Shut it! It was dark and I didn’t f**k him. I realized who he is and I pushed him. We barely kissed.” He laughs even louder and I punch his shoulder with my free hand.

I don’t really blame him for laughing because the story behind this is a funny one. I was at the club and I went out into the alley to take a phone call, a very very dark alley, and I found myself being sexually harassed by the head of the Italian Mafia. Not funny, but true.

“I’m not laughing at you, I’m laughing at him. I remember the second day when he came and begged you not to tell anybody. And how embarrassed he was, thinking you’re straight.” He said as if he was reminiscing the best days of his life, and we both burst out laughing and to be honest, it was fun to watch him beg.

After another 10 minutes, we arrived at the Restaurant, and I stop in front and give the key to the valet, then wiped our smiles and laughter before we go inside.

Business time.

I see Ivan with his brother at the table, and how could I not? They are gigantic. What the f**k did they eat that they grew so damn big?

“Let’s make it fast. I want to fuck.” I told Ryan in a low voice so no one can hear me, and he nods. We go to the table and they both stand to shake hands.

“Black, this is my brother, Vladimir,” Ivan said with an accentuated accent while gesturing to the animal next to him, who extends his hand for me to shake as soon as Ivan lets go.

Maybe you’re wondering why they call me Black. Well, it’s because I always wear black and people say that I have a black soul.

Don’t know why. Ok, I might have an idea. Probably the fact that I don’t laugh so often, I don’t smile or express any sort of positive feelings, and because when I do get in a fight, which is not often, but when I do, all I see is black, and if Ryan wouldn’t be there to calm me down... let’s just say that it’s a big probability that my father would be proud of me.

“Vladimir.” I acknowledged him with a small nod and take his hand in a strong grip that he returns.

“A pleasure to meet you. I’ve heard a lot of things about you. All good, rest assured.” He said with the same thick accent as his brother.

“I hope I’ll be able to say the same about you after our meeting is over.” He looks at me a little taken aback but smiles and nods.

We all sit down and I wave for the waiter to come and take our orders, then start doing business.

“Does Frank know that we’re having this meeting?” Ivan asked while making eye contact with me, probably wanting to see if I’m lying, but even if I would lie, he couldn’t tell. My poker face is way too good.

“No, and I would appreciate it if it would stay this way,” I answered honestly, he tilts his head, and I see that he wants to ask further questions, so I answer before he does.

“Ivan, Frank is not in charge of almost anything. The business expanded when I took charge. I guess you noticed that since last year the shipments are delivered on time, and the amount grew, and that’s not because Frank suddenly got wiser or more responsible. But, unfortunately, due to some complications, I have to operate under his name. But I assure you that he will not cause any problems, or get involved in our businesses.” I reassured him once again, and he takes a sip of whiskey and nods, looking very satisfied.

“You have my trust and respect.”

“You have mine as well,” I replied as I look at both of them.

We were in the middle of negotiations when a certain someone caught my eye, making my heart skip a beat, then, not long after, my blood boiled.

My hot teacher is taking dinner with a fucker.

Calm down, Adam.

I take a big gulp of whiskey, letting the strong liquid burn my throat and calm my nerves, or at least try.

Our eyes meet and I can’t help but give away a small smile when I see his reaction. His mouth dropped partially open, then he gulped visibly.

He said something to the motherfucker, stood up, and went towards the bathroom.

“Excuse me, I need to use the restroom.” I excused myself, then stand up and go before they could say something.

I enter the bathroom, and I can’t help but smirk when I see Mr. Cassius Bourne slightly bent over the counter, washing his face.

“Dangerous pose, Mr. Bourne,” I said while tilting my head and taking in his gorgeous ass, not caring that he’s clearing his throat.

Too hot!

I shake my head to get out of my trance and look at him, and I lick my lips as I see that he’s now standing straight and tall, his muscles are almost ripping his white shirt that has three buttons undone, showing his chest, making my mouth water at the thought of licking it, kissing it... f**k!

His gorgeous eyes are looking at me from head to toe, making my heart grow and my stomach goes crazy again.

“Good evening, Mr. Bourne,” I said loudly to take him out of his trance because no matter how much I like seeing him drool over me, I can’t stay very long.

His gorgeous body tensed, and he closed his eyes, most probably scolding himself for being caught drooling, fact that makes me smile and warms my chest, but he quickly recovers and leans to take some paper towels to dry his face.

“I would greet you also if I would know your name.” He said with a hint of sarcasm, without looking at me.

“I would gladly tell you my name. You’re the one that doesn’t want to find it out.” I replied with a smirk, and he looks at me with his eyebrows raised while he dries his hands, shakes his head in disapproval, then rolls his hypnotizing hazel eyes as I smile bigger.

“Don’t let me keep you, do what you came here to do.” He gestures around the bathroom, to the sink, and stalls, and I take a few steps closer to him, stopping at less than arm-length, inhaling his intoxicating scent hard.

“Mr. Bourne... are you sure about that?” I look straight into his eyes, asking the question in a low, deep voice that makes his breath hitch, but I don’t give him the chance to answer, I lean over and whisper in his ear, making sure that I touch his earlobe, and rest my hand on his hip.

“Because I didn’t come here to use the restroom or wash my face. Now tell me... should I do what I came here to do?” I asked again, and I can feel his body tensing under my hand, and both our breaths become heavier.

My body is attacked by millions of jolts of electricity thanks to his hot breath that caresses my neck, making my d**k painfully hard, but I need at least a part of my blood in my head, so I pull back just enough to look at him but keep a close distance, then place my other hand on the nape of his neck, making small circles on his sensitive skin, enjoying the feeling of his shivering body against my fingers.

“I will kiss you now. Don’t move.” I warn and slowly lean closer, giving him time to stop me, and praying that he won’t.

“No...” His voice was a low insecure whisper, and in my dictionary, that was a loud and clear YES! But still...

“Just a small kiss, Cassius. Tell me that you don’t want to taste me as well, tell me that you don’t want to feel my lips. Are they soft? Are they full? How do I taste? Is it how you imagine it? Would I moan against your lips? Tell me that you don’t want to know all of this and I’ll go.” With each word, each question, his breath became shakier, faster, and somehow, when I asked the last question, our lips slightly touched, sending jolts of tingles through my heated body, but as much as I want to, I don’t kiss him. I need him to fully consent.

“It’s not ok...” He replied in a small, insecure voice as if it pains him to refuse me.

“That felt like a kiss... I want more. Give me more, Cassius. Just lean in... just for a little bit.. just for a second...” I pleaded against his soft lips, then wait for his answer without even breathing, even my heart stopped, waiting for his next move, and I tighten the grip I have on his hip, silently commanding but also pleading with him not to pull back.

“Fuck...” His voice is telling me that he’s about to give in, his body the same, now I’m waiting for his mind to consent as well.

Does he have so much self-control?

A/N.

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