Chapter Three

I snatched the pillow off the floor and turned to face him. His eyes shifted to the pillow, a brow quirked in anticipation. He challenged me with that arrogant look, and I returned it with a sardonic smirk.

"Well... I'm not going to be your fucking servant," I said, tossing the pillow at his face.

He caught it mid-air and wiggled it teasingly. "Is that really all you've got? Briana... maybe you can show your friend how it's done."

"Sorry, but she has higher standards than that," I snapped before Briana could respond.

I moved quickly toward the door, sidestepping him. Glancing back at Briana, I said, "Let's go, Briana. We'll leave Oliver to the only person who enjoys his company... himself."

Briana and I left his room. I ignored the sinking annoyance that gnawed at me when I thought about him flirting with her. It's not like I have a reason to be jealous... he's an ass. So, what if he's into Briana? Save me the trouble of dealing with his arrogance. Then again, it probably isn't a good idea.

"Talk about being blunt..." Briana said.

"He's a player. Just here to toy with you. He doesn't actually care about anyone but himself."

Briana placed her hands on her hips, stopping at the top of the basement stairs. "Scar, don't you think you're being a little judgmental? You've known the guy for like two days."

"As much as I love you, Bri, you're not one to pick winners."

"Ouch. All I'm saying is maybe you need to get to know him. And if you don't care to, then I will." Briana nudged me playfully and wiggled her brows. I rolled my eyes, ending the conversation.

Maybe she's right.

That night, after tossing and turning, I finally fell asleep. Only a few hours later, I woke to the sound of creaking and something else. What the hell is that?

I rubbed my eyes. The clock read 2 a.m. I groaned and rolled over. "Just go back to sleep. Ignore it," I mumbled.

Throwing off the blankets, I sat up, blinking away the blurriness. I heard the noise again. Oliver... it's two in the damn morning. Some of us still have class.

Moaning. OH MY GOD... he's not alone!

I crept toward his room. The moaning grew louder. I pressed my hand against his door, intending to listen, but it was slightly ajar. Fuck...

I heard Oliver groan, the sound making me clench my thighs. I inhaled slowly, closing my eyes. I can't fucking believe this.

My eyes darted to the flatscreen, widening. Porn lit up the darkened room, illuminating his hand gripping his bulge. Damn... he's bigger than I thought.

I licked my lips. The thought of walking in, kneeling at the foot of his bed, and... I shook my head, watching as he stroked himself. Long, skillful tugs. Oliver leaned back, his abs lit up. He didn't notice me and groaned again.

"Oh fuck... fuck, I'm gonna cum."

This is too fucking hot. My fingers twitched with the urge to touch myself. A few strokes and I'd be having an orgasm with him. I'm tempted to go in there.

I turned to go back to bed. Just the sight of him makes me wet. But I can't stay here and watch.

I stopped at my doorway. The urge to return overcame me, and I quietly made my way back to his room.

"Well... damn," I said, pushing the door open wider.

Before I could step forward, I saw Oliver's lips part as he groaned and came. He didn't stop stroking himself as our eyes locked, and when his strokes slowed, his lip twitched into a grin.

I gasped, my cheeks warming with embarrassment. Oh fuck, oh fuck... that didn't go as planned. Why do I feel like I've been caught doing something I shouldn't have?

The urge to flee took over.

Oliver stood, unbothered by his nudity. I couldn't help but trail my eyes down his body. The rippling muscles of his chest and abdomen. The sexy V leading down to his glistening shaft. I swallowed, feeling the heat between my thighs.

"Did you enjoy the show?" Oliver asked, reaching for a towel on the desk chair.

I became aware of the porn still on the screen. A woman like me getting fucked roughly. His eyes followed mine to the TV, and he snickered, dragging the towel across his hardened bulge. It bounced, tempting me to touch it.

"I—I just came to tell you to keep the noise down. You woke me up."

"You seem pleased by it now."

"Think again." Real fucking convincing, Scar. You're still standing here. Salivating over his dick.

I crossed my arms, frowning. He's trying to get a reaction. He likes the thought of me wanting him. I scoffed.

"You can say whatever you want, pretend you're not horny from watching me jerk off, but if I wrapped my hands around your waist—"

He nodded to my shirt. I looked down, and my lips tightened. Fuck... my nipples are hard. Talk about betrayal.