Chapter 23 – Pretending You Are Mine Novel

I drop my phone to the side and smile to myself as my orgasm starts to climb.

Not sure what’s happening between us, but what I do know is that I’m getting under his skin. At this point, I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.

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OLLIE

“I think something is wrong with me,” I say to Ross as I sit next to him in the lecture hall. For such a small class size, we sure do have a large classroom.

“What’s it this time?” Ross asks as he brings his coffee to his l*ps.

Classes started this week. I thought it would be helpful and keep me distracted from this unsettling feeling I have pumping through me, but it’s done nothing other than frustrate me.

I haven’t really spent time with Silas since the zoo and the almost car k**s. We’ve seen each other in passing as I’ve used his gym, but he’s been busy with practice and sponsorship meetings with his agent and apparently shooting some commercials as well. I’ve been keeping up with my internship and getting ready for the new school year.

I turn to Ross. “I’m really horny.”

He nearly spits out his coffee. “Jesus, Ollie. Warn a guy.”

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, seeing that we’re drawing attention from around us. “But it’s true.”

“Don’t you have a fake boyfriend to take care of those needs?”

“No,” I say. “And please use your whispering voice. You never know who might be listening.”

“What do you mean, no? I thought you and Silas were getting along nicely.”

“We are. He texts occasionally to see how things are going and asks if I need his help. I tell him everything is fine, but that’s it. There’s nothing sexual about our interactions.” Nothing sexual that goes all the way, at least. It’s almost as if we’ve been edging each other, and that’s more frustrating than anything.

“Do you want it to be sexual?”

“If you were in my situation, would you want it to be sexual?”

Ross takes a sip of his coffee and stares at the classroom in front of us. “I would let that man do anything he wants to me.”

“Exactly. He’s so hot, Ross, it’s breaking my will.”

“If you like him, then just f**k him.”

“I can’t,” I say. “That’s the problem. Our situation is great right now. Plus, I know he says he doesn’t, but I think he still has a thing for his ex, and I don’t want to be caught in the middle of that. He won’t even talk about what happened between them. The last thing I should be doing is f**king his brains out.”

“And you would, wouldn’t you?” Ross asks with a smirk.

I lean in a little closer and whisper, “I want to s**k his c**k so hard. I had a dream about it the other night. And I’ve been itchy ever since.”

“Have you seen him lately?”

“No, but I got an email from Roberts yesterday asking how my hockey assignment is coming along. And I’m going to tell you right now. I have nothing. Absolutely nothing. I thought I had an angle for a second, but nope. I can’t think of one single thing to write, and what Roberts wants me to write about is out of the question.”

“What does he want you to write about?”

“He wants me to try to expose the Agitators owner. I know nothing about him. I haven’t even met him, and it’s going to look awfully suspicious if I ask Silas a bunch of questions about some old man who pays his salary.”

“Yeah, that won’t come off right.”

“So basically, I have nothing to write, I’m going to fail out of school, and I’ll have to live with my parents and eat my words.”

“Yeah, that does seem plausible.”

“Ross,” I say while pushing him.

He chuckles. “I think you should meet up with Silas and talk to him about it. Maybe he’ll have some ideas. And also, you can stare at him while he talks and think about all the ways you would love to s**k his—”

“Good morning,” our professor says while setting his bag on the teacher’s desk.

“Good morning,” we say collectively.

Ross elbows me. “Text him. See if he’s busy.”

He’s right. Silas might be able to help me with some ideas. And yeah, maybe I miss seeing him a little bit. I always have fun with him, so it might not kill us to get together and have a moment to catch up.

I open my computer and shoot him a text.

Ollie: What are you up to tonight? Free?

As I take notes, listening to our professor, Silas texts me back.

Silas: Yup. Need something?

Ollie: Can I come over? I want to talk hockey.

Silas: Talk hockey? Am I going to need some alcohol for this?

Ollie: Probably.

Silas: I’ll stop by the store. What time tonight?

Ollie: See you around seven?

Silas: That works. Want me to pick you up?

Ollie: That’s okay. Thanks, though.

Silas: Let me know if you change your mind. See you tonight.

Whispering to Ross, I say, “I’m going to his place tonight. Going to talk all the hockey.”

“Hopefully, that’s not the only thing you do.”

Hopefully, it is because I don’t think I could handle anything else.

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Why am I nervous?

Jesus, Ollie, get it together.

You’ve hung out with this man many times.

Yet this feels different.

Why does it feel different?

Maybe because the last time I was with him, something changed inside me. The way he spoke to me the night of the family skate night. How he apologized without blinking an eye. How he took full responsibility. And how he didn’t want to leave me that night.

And then he followed it up with breakfast in bed . . .

I don’t know. I’ve never been treated like that before and found myself loosening up around him. Like in the sauna, where I didn’t mind that he saw my ass. That I was thrilled to show it to him, and even more thrilled to think about the possibility of him getting hard over it. And then his genuine kindness toward me on the anniversary of Grandma’s passing. The almost k**s.

It’s all fl*pped a switch inside me. I want him. The man so far out of my league . . . my business partner. Of sorts.

What is wrong with me?

Now I’m just teasing him and myself.

Because I know I’m not going to let anything happen between us. Like I told Ross, Silas has some demons to deal with, and I don’t want to be caught in the middle of them. So instead, I’m apparently just going to flaunt myself, driving us both crazy because I’m so f**king horny it hurts.

Hence the nerves.

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