Tempting My Bully's Boyfriend

"Oh! Beccaaaahh.. you're so amazing, my little puppy doll. Oh! Come for me, baby.. come for me." My boyfriend growled while f*****g me from behind. Sometimes, I wonder if he wasn't a doctor, he probably must be a nymphomaniac. No! I'm not gonna say a "Porn Star" because to be that he must need some "Talent of f*****g", which I don't think he has any. "Oh, baby! I'm cominggggg.. Ohhhh!" I made a fake sound to make him believe that I'm actually liking his s****l performance. It's not like I hate the s*x between us. But sometimes, I just don't feel like doing it and today is that "sometime". Garry Lester is my boyfriend and I love him. I truly do love him, which is why I'm having this s*x which I don't desire to have now. Lots of my friend's boyfriend ends up cheating with them because they don't get enough s****l satisfaction from their girlfriend. I know, I'm being credulous but I don't want to risk my boyfriend cheating on me. Especially, when we will be getting married after his internship will be over within this year. "I love you, babe. You look so gorgeous, so beautiful, so f*****g hot when you come for me." He said while planting multiple little kisses on my neck. "And I love the way you kiss me on my neck." I love it when someone kisses me on my neck, it's the spot where I love to have a love bite and Garry is really good at giving them. The reason "sometimes" I don't like f*****g him is because it feels like wasting my time. He will be done in a few seconds and there I'll be left alone, unsatisfied. "What time is it?" I peeked at my phone. "Jesus! It's 7:21. I need to go." Garry huffed out a sigh. "Oh! babe. Can't you stay a little longer with me? After all, your class starts at 9 am." He yawned, letting out his tremendously poisonous breath. "I'll be having a night shift tonight. I can't meet you at night." Grabbing my waist he added, "So, please stay a little longer. Let's do it again as a night quota." "I can't, babe. You know that very well. I need to re-check the university's sanitation." I said, trying to get my waist out of his grasp while pulling down my t-shirt through my chest. He raised his eyebrow. "You already cleaned the entire building at night. Do you really need to re-check?" "Yes! My team and I aren't just normal cleaners." I forcefully pulled up my baby sized tight ripped jeans through my thighs. "We are professionals. You know, how much I care about my work." Recently, my mother and I have opened a little cleaning agency. She had always wished to start her own business which she can call as "mine". But, because all mom had ever done was cleaning and household chores, after dad's untimely demise, the only thing she could and was limited to was "cleaning". She worked tirelessly in multiple houses as a maid to feed us and pay for my little brother's hospital expenses. He has Leukaemia. Mom and I, we both are trying very hard to raise enough money for his treatment. Whereas, for my college fee I'd always won semester wise scholarships in a row. So, my studies were never an issue for my parents. But, due to our dire financial situation, I was on the verge of dropping out of college so that I could devote more time to earning more money. But then our marketing professor, Mr. Liam Hiddleston, suggested us to start a cleaning service agency. With my mother's devotion and Mr Hiddleston's assistance, we were able to create a business where I can have my flexible working hours and help mom to thrive in our new source of income. Even though, this agency has only three members: me, my mother, and Inderjit. It's our dream to collect enough finances for Sam's treatment, expand our agency, and govern the entire Sanidale with our new business idea. "Yeah! Yeah!" Garry rolled his eyes. "By the way, thanks for the breakfast. Your garlic bread with sunny side up fried eggs are now my favourites." He was sitting at the edge of the bed while he pulled me towards him and kissed my belly which made me giggle. "I love you." I greeted him with a smile filled with the most genuine love. The same love I felt while waking up at 5:40 and making breakfast for him. "I'll miss you." He replied, grabbed his phone from the table beside and climbed back to his bed. 8:49 AM, SANIDALE UNIVERSITY OF BUSINESS & ARTS. I was standing on a five feet tall ladder and painting the walls. Some scumbags made a "d**k" graffiti. I hate those idiots who ruins college properties in the name of "fun" and "being cool". With the money that it cost to buy these paints, I could've feed those two hungry homeless guys whom I saw on my way to the paint store. Sometimes, god can be so unfair. Some people have enough money to swim on it, but others starve to death due to a lack of the same money. In today's world, I believe poverty is a crime. After cursing those scumbags for messing with the college's wall, I finished painting it again as clean and stainless white as it was before. I was climbing down the ladder when I misbalanced my right leg and slipped. It was just 0.34 seconds but within those 0.34 seconds I saw my future where I was laying on a hospital bed and Garry broke up with me because he doesn't want an invertebrate girlfriend. He was saying, "Babe, now we can't do it on doggy style." That son of an asshole. He is still talking about s*x in my imagination. Sometimes, I wonder why am I dating him? Then I remember the old flashbacks of how I was crazy over him as he was my childhood crush and how he blessed me by accepting my proposal. He wasn't such a nymphomaniac back then. I miss the old Garry who was gentle, macho and caring. "You are safe now." I heard a voice like an echo from Fairyland. I opened my eyes which I squeezed shut before falling. I was in the strong arms of a man with a marvelous smell. He smells like a set of rich coffee and vanilla. Just like Kol James Morgan. God! I love that man's smell. Kol James Morgan is the Mr. Perfect of Sanidale. People mostly like him for his flawless face with his hypnotic ocean blue eyes, golden ratio, 1.85m height and his tremendously wealthy family. But in my case, I like his smell. It is the most refreshing fragrance I have ever got to smell. I moved my gaze from my saviour's chest and planted it on his face. Omg! It is indeed Kol James Morgan. Oh, No! Pepper! She is gonna kill me. "LEAVE ME! RIGHT NOW! DROP ME OFF!" I struggled to get off his arms. "Okay, Okay. Chill down. I'm dropping you off." He smoothly dropped me down. "Well, it's a cool way to say thank you." I know, that was rude. But I can't take the risk. He is the boyfriend of Pepper Woods. The college queen. But more than a college queen she is a member of SUBA Bullies. Yeah, SUBA (Sanidale University of Business & Arts) is one of those colleges which has been terrorised by bullies. But luckily, I know how to avoid their terror. We just have to stay far away from them and people related to them. Hack No.1 to save yourself from bullies: If you see them on your way, just take another route or change your destination. I hate dealing with bullies. They are the most dramatic part of the college and I try to avoid them as much as I can. "Thank-you." I uttered, trying to avoid eye contact with him. Rule No. 1 to survive from Pepper's wrath of unnecessary jealousy: Avoid eye contact with Kol James Morgan and if you don't have a death wish then you better not blush at him. "You're welcome, Becca." He took the paint brush and box from my hand. "Let me help you." Becca? He knows my nickname? Yes, Becca is my nickname. My real name is Rebecca Rogers and only the person who is close to me addresses me by my nickname and Kol James Morgan called me by my nickname. Oh my god! I know, I already have a boyfriend but the fact that Kol uttered my name from his soft and marvelous vocal chords in that dazzling angelic voice, is literally turning me flush hot red. I peeked around to see if there were any of Pepper's sidekicks or Pepper herself. No one was there. A breath of relief escaped from my lungs. "You know me?" I asked, my eyebrows arched. "Yes, I do." He started walking towards the store room and so did I. "Doesn't everyone in SUBA know you?" He smirked adding, "You are THE sanitation queen of Sanidale." "Excuse me?" I asked for clarification because his last statement kinda sounded like he was teasing me. "I mean, whenever there is a place that needs to be cleaned you and your sidekick— What was his name, by the way?" "Inderjit Arora." I answered. "Yeah that Tinder guy." "It's not "Tinder". It's "Inder". Inderjit. I-N-D-E-R-J-I-T" He lifted up his hands, the paint box and brush still in his grasp "Okay. Okay. I got it." He chuckled and added, "You know, you kinda look cute when you are frustrated." "Are— are you flirting with me?" "NO! I already have a girlfriend. I don't flirt with anyone except her." He opened the store room's door and added, "In your case.." He placed the paint box and brush at the stand. "I just stated the fact." "What the—" My dark brown eyes were locked with his hypnotic ocean blue eyes and then I heard a rough mean girl's voice. "What are you doing here, Kol?" Fuck! No! Not Pepper Woods! She's gonna kill me for sure. I think I should book a funeral home and hier a funeral makeup artist so that I can at least look good while having a death sleep in my coffin. To be continued…