University, Girls’ Dorm:-
Sera sat cross-legged on her bed, sunlight spilling through the open window and warming the pages of her textbook.
It was Saturday, and the dorm was a ghost town—her roommates off on dates or slinging coffee at the campus shop.
The quiet was a rare treat, and she sank into it, her pencil scratching steadily as she tackled her homework, the world outside fading to a soft hum.
Sera didn’t need cash—her family had plenty—and her body ached from the waist down, a dull throb that kept her glued to the dorm all day.
She sprawled across her bed, textbooks scattered around her like a fortress, her pencil scratching away at equations.
The soreness was a nagging reminder of Alex, and she shifted uncomfortably, trying to focus.
Knock, knock, knock! A sharp rap jolted her from her thoughts.
“Come in,” she called, her voice soft but distracted, not bothering to lift her eyes from the page.
The door creaked open, and Alex stepped inside, shutting it with a quiet click. He crossed the room in a few easy strides, his gaze locking onto Sera as she hunched over her work.
Her curly hair was swept up in a messy bun, exposing the smooth curve of her pale neck, glowing faintly in the afternoon light.
She wore no makeup, just a flimsy purple nightgown with thin straps that barely clung to her slim shoulders.
The fabric stretched tight across her chest, rounding out in a way that made the straps look one wiggle away from slipping.
Below, tiny white sleep shorts hugged her thighs, riding up as she fidgeted, flashing a glimpse of black lace underneath—delicate, floral, and bold.
‘Black today, huh?’ Alex noted with a smirk, his eyes glinting.
Sera didn’t hear a reply to her invite, so she set her pen down and turned. Her breath caught when she saw him. “What are you doing here again?”
He’d already shown up twice yesterday, leaving her drained and wobbly. Now, with her lower half still protesting, the sight of him made her want to crawl under the covers and hide.
Since he’d sunk his claws into her life, that part of her hadn’t known peace. She frowned, exhaustion tugging at her features like she might collapse right there.
“You,” Alex said simply, his voice low and teasing.
As a villain worth his salt, he never broke a promise. He’d told Eric Vaughn he’d visit his precious goddess to blow off steam, and here he was, right on schedule.
The dorm’s AC hummed, pumping cool air into the room, but it couldn’t touch the heat creeping up Sera’s neck.
A faint blush bloomed across her pale cheeks. She wasn’t some naive freshman anymore—Alex had seen to that. Biting her lip, her misty eyes shimmered, threatening to spill as she wrestled with herself. She couldn’t say no to him, not really.
Her chest rose and fell faster as she pleaded, “This is the girls’ dorm, Alex. The walls here are thin—someone might hear. And my roommates could walk in any minute.”
Her voice trembled, but there was a spark in it, a hint of thrill beneath the fear. She’d learned to play the game, thanks to him.
“Doesn’t that make it more fun?” Alex grinned, tapping his foot lightly against the floor like a dare. “Come here.”
Sera’s stomach twisted, but she swallowed her pride, pushing down the shame burning in her throat.
She slid off the bed and shuffled toward him, her bare feet whispering against the cool tiles. When she reached him, her knees buckled, hitting the gray floor with a soft thud—a pale, striking contrast against the dull dorm carpet.
….
An hour later, Sera sat in Alex’s lap, her hair a wild tangle spilling over her shoulders, her face flushed a deep pink.
Her misty eyes stared off, dazed and unfocused, as her hoarse voice rasped out, “Alex, you were incredible today.”
She didn’t like him—not deep down—but she couldn’t deny the rush he brought, a maddening mix of ecstasy and exhaustion.
Yesterday had been two relentless rounds, and today he’d come back just as fierce, his stamina and skill leaving her breathless.
Alex stood, gently easing her off him. “I won’t keep you from your books. Staying too long might wear you out more than you can handle.”
“Thanks,” she murmured, a flicker of warmth cutting through her haze. For once, it felt like he’d actually considered her.
She was his now—mind, body, everything—molded by his hands. And Alex? He just smiled, thinking of the jackpot of breakdown points he’d scored off her surrender.
“You’re welcome,” he said, brushing a quick kiss against her cheek before heading out, leaving her to piece herself back together.
….
The Dawson family didn’t waste time. Once the old man barked the order, their network in the city sprang into action.
They tracked down Henry, the Wade family’s point man, and leaned on him hard—pressure laced with smooth promises.
Henry clenched his jaw, fighting it, but in the end, he caved. Compared to the Dawsons from another city, the Wades were big fish in a small pond—powerful, sure, but no match for a big family. Henry dropped the charges, and just like that, Eric Vaughn was cut loose.
As the cops marched him out of the detention center, the skinny glasses guy lingered in the shadows, his eyes glinting with a weird mix of longing and certainty. He muttered to himself, convinced Eric would stumble back into his orbit someday.
Eric stepped into the blinding midday sun, the heat hitting him like a slap. He threw his arms wide, ready to crow. “I’m free again!” His voice boomed, a triumphant laugh bubbling up as the weight of the cell fell away.
But the high didn’t last. His face darkened, eyes narrowing as grudges clawed their way back to the surface.
Eric didn’t forgive, and he sure as hell didn’t forget. Those pharmacies—smug little shops with shelves full of medicine they’d refused to sell him—still burned in his mind.
He’d been dragged off to jail before he could settle the score, but they were still on his hit list. Given half a chance, he’d grind them into dust.
