"Do you ever think of your crush and wonder how they would groan and curse while fucking you ruthlessly?"

-M.I. Rosegold

2 | Rejection

A crumpled paper flew and then dropped on my desk as I concentrated on my public law professor's lecture, bringing me out of my trance abruptly. I looked around to find none other than my weirdo best friend grinning like a fool at me. I shook my head and chuckled at her. Clearly, she was bored as always. I didn't understand Ron. She was always adamant about following her mother's footsteps in law, but she never took any subjects seriously. It has always been me who helped her with case studies and presentations, not that I complained about it. She was truly like a sister to me who I adore beyond imagination, and she felt the same way about me. It's the least I could do for my best friend.

I carefully looked at the professor to see if he was looking at me or not, then flattened the crumpled paper only to find the neat, cursive handwriting of Ron.

"Club tonight?"

It's not like I don't enjoy clubbing. I do. But Ron practically loved clubbing. I have always been her wingwoman to pick up guys. We always relied on each other regarding bad dates and weird guys. Among us, I have always been the good girl and almost never go for one-night stands, but Ron's sex life was pretty active. I could always rely on my girl to save me from uncanny offers, and Ron could always depend on me to keep her from going after weird guys. Together, we were each other's perfect wingwoman.

"It's not even the weekend, Ron."

I handed over the paper to Jake, the nerdy guy sitting between us. Ron took the paper and chuckled as she read it. The reply came immediately.

"So? I'm in the mood. I promise to behave."

That's right. It had always been my untold duty to make sure my weirdo best friend behaved while drunk.

"We are going to talk about it after class. Focus!"

Then I went back to listening to the boring yet important lecture for what my parents were spending grand.

"??? You disappoint me. I need to do something for you. Starting from tonight."

I just chuckled reading the message but didn't reply anymore. Recently, Ron was pretty serious about hooking me up. Because according to her, I don't get laid enough. For some time, she even doubted my sexuality. But when I brought Hugh home one night, she believed in me once again.

But after the night, I didn't respond to any of his calls and messages anymore. He even stopped by one night when I had to politely decline his offer and made him understand it was only a one-night stand for me. He wasn't the guy I was looking for. He wasn't right. No guy was right.

How to tell her why I don't get laid enough? It's not like she will understand.

When the bell rang, it was lunchtime already. Ron and I bought some pizza and lemonade from the canteen and then moved to our usual spot.

"So, I call dibs on your makeover tonight," Ron sipped on her lemonade and chirped.

"Dibs on my makeover? Is that even a thing? And who told you I'm going?" I raised a brow at her and smiled.

"Of course, you are going to Aphrodisia with me tonight," Ron narrowed her eyes at me as if I was talking nonsense.

"Are you sure you want to go? Isn't your brother in town? Are you sure you want to go tonight?" I raised a brow again. Ron never visited his clubs when her brother was in town to avoid angering him. Apparently, Vaughn was pretty protective over his sister.

"Vee is going to return only today. I know him. He will spend the day sleeping, making up for all his sleepless nights at work. He won't be coming tonight," Ron replied as if she had Vaughn's daily routine memorized.

Frankly, it disappointed me a little to know he won't be there. It had been more than two years since I have known Ron, but I have never got the chance to meet him. I deeply wanted to know how my only ever fantasy, the sex god I worshipped in secret, looked like in real life. In real life, his hair was as dark as a raven. I know that from looking at Ron's hair. But... was he really that tall in real life? Did he really have all those muscles and those veiny arms? Were his fingers really that long? Did his face look all rugged, rough, and? Was his skin really tan? And those lips... were they really pink?

I felt my panties getting slightly wet.

Oh Vaughn...

"Okay, fine."

Ron was over the moon happy when I agreed. She started planning what I will be wearing tonight and how she will put makeup on my face. That was when Jack approached our table.

"Hey, Xena... can I talk to you for a moment?" he hesitantly asked.

Jack was a popular kid. He was a pretty handsome soccer player at our college. The guy had been trying to woo me since we started our freshman year. Because of his interest in me, I have become an arch-enemy of several other girls in our college, not that I care. But to avoid getting into further trouble for a guy, I always tend to decline his offer. Who wanted to get into so much trouble for a guy? Besides, he didn't even drive my hormones crazy like a single picture of Vaughn did.

"You can talk in front of Veronica, Jack," I wasn't going to talk to him in private.

Jack looked conflicted but then decided on talking as it's either before Ron or no talk at all. He knew that.

"I know I have been making myself a fool before you, but I can't help it. Just one date is what I'm asking for, Xena. That's all I'm asking for. Please go on one date with me," he pleaded.

I know the guy sounded pathetic and in love. But I always felt like he wanted to take me out just because he couldn't. Probably I was the only girl in the college who wasn't ready to date him, and it made dating me a challenge to him. Even if his feelings were true, still, he wasn't worth the hassle for me.

The bell rang, and it saved me from having the conversation with Jack. I just stood up and said, "I'm sorry, Jack. You know, I have told you several times that I don't feel the connection or attraction towards you. You will be wasting your time with me. Keep dating the girls who want you for who you are. I'm not the one for you," I smiled with an understanding yet sorry look and then proceeded to leave the place.

"How do you know without even spending any time with me? Maybe you will feel all that after a date?" he desperately asked from behind.

"I won't, Jack," I said from my shoulder and left the place.

Beside me, I heard Ron tsk loudly enough for Jack to hear.

Don't feel sorry about Jack yet. When we reached the parking lot at the end of our classes, we found Jack heavily making out with a cheerleader on the hood of his Porche. That's typical Jack. Never without a girl by his side, yet kept on approaching me all the time he could manage.

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Ron was persistent in doing my makeover, and in the end, she fulfilled her wish. I had no say in it when she blackmailed me about posting my most ugly pictures on social media. The thought made me shiver in horror as Vaughn was there on her friend list, and I couldn't take the chance. Who wanted the man of her dreams to see her worst pictures? So, I ended up wearing a navy blue midi bodycon dress with spaghetti straps. I have a pretty blessed body with 5'8'' height and curves. As the dress was revealing enough, I went for my strapless 34D bra to make my girls look flattering through my attire. Ron didn't have to spend much time on my blonde, thick hair. Just brushing through them made my hair look luscious enough. She mainly showed her magic on my eyes as she sparkled them with silver glitters and painted my lips with pinkish gloss. According to her, silver made my blue eyes stand out, and pink lip gloss made my lips look pouter.

Ron was looking magnificent as well. She wore a silver sparkly bodycon mini dress. Her long, smooth legs, straight raven hair, and her smoky eyes stood out, making her look like a dream. She was a true beauty with 5'9" height and lesser curves than me. Sometimes, I envied that she could carry any dress with her lean body, whereas countless beautiful dresses looked too revealing and erotic on me. So, I had no other choice but to avoid wearing them.

The Wolfs really had the best genes.

To be honest, I had no interest in showing up to a club, more specifically his club, without him in it. If it was in my hand, I would love to flaunt my looks to him only. Just the thought of him made me feel my nipples harden.

Gosh... you have got it bad, Xena.

But, as much as I discovered about Vaughn from Ron and from the internet─ in this life, there was no chance for me to get close to the man of my dreams. Period.

He felt like a heightened orgasm that was impossible for me to reach.

Just as we entered the club, Ron pulled my hand and directly went towards the bar.

"Why are you so stiff, boo? Come, have some vodka and let it loose," Ron ordered for both of us, and we took the shot together.

After we let loose of ourselves, Ron again pulled me. This time, towards the dance floor. I was already feeling lightheaded enough not to think about a certain someone while dancing in his club. The club had an intimate decoration and lighting that could easily set the mood just for anyone. Even I was no exception.

How did the owner maintain his so-called chastity then? It had been a long time since he was seen with women, and it was all some newspapers and magazines could talk about. How come a man like him was single and maintained his chastity was beyond my intelligence.

If it was in my power, I would've licked him all over and then eaten him out.

Whole.

Oh, snuggly blankets... and I thought I stopped thinking about him... Even his thoughts brought out the dirtier side in me.

Suddenly, as I was dancing with Ron, I felt an unfamiliar pair of rough, manly hands holding my waist from behind, moving with my body.

I furrowed my brows in confusion, then looked back to find the man with those veiny arms and gasped.

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