3. Weston

Holy fuck.

What the hell?

I let the hot water of my shower pour over me as the events of the night play repeatedly.

”She started this shit,” I yell at the memories of Whitney. I already hate how much I”m attracted to her, but now that I know how sweet that pussy is, it”s all I can think about. It takes me forever to go back to sleep.

However, when morning finally comes, a plan forms. It doesn”t take me long to get dressed and make my way toward Whitney”s dorm. An R.A., sitting at the desk, eyes me with a questioning glare.

”What are you doing here so early, Whitlock?” she asks.

”I have a paper to pick up.” I shrug, lying, but based on the reputation Whitney helped me earn, it”s believable. The girl nods for me to go through the dorm, and I make my way to Whitney”s floor.

Room 309 is to the right of the elevator. To my delightful surprise, the door”s open. The lock is on but stopping the door from closing. She must not have her key. A smile spreads across my face as I dip into her room and hide behind the door.

It doesn”t take long for Whitney to come back. She”s wearing a towel and slides on her feet. The aroma of her body wash is fruity, alluring as I step behind her and wrap my hand around her mouth.

My hand muffles her screams, and I take a step back with her to lock the door. I nuzzle against her neck, whispering, ”Did you miss me, Shit-ney? Don”t scream.”

I put enough darkness in my tone to let her know this warning is to be taken seriously.

She spins around, her hair in a messy bun, and the towel is barely big enough to cover those amazing tits. I can feel myself getting hard already, but that”s not why I”m here.

”Get out, Weston. I, um, I won”t say anything about last night…to anyone,” she says.

I plop onto the bed, perfectly made and un-slept in. ”I know you won”t. You assaulted me.”

”No. I was confused, and?—”

”And I said no,” I tell her. ”As a matter of fact, listen to this.”

I turn the volume up on the video from last night. Every moment playing for Whitney makes her eyes widen with horror. The sounds of her ignoring me telling her to stop are loud and clear. Every time I tell her I”m not Quinn, she cringes at the sound of her own voice.

”I watched Quinn drug you, and instead of letting him fuck you in a bush or in the middle of that frat party, I took you back to my place.”

”You obviously know where my room is. How do you know where I stay, and why didn”t you bring me back here?”

”One, I only know where your room is from that day in the fall semester when they wanted to hang a dead fish on your door. Be happy we didn”t go through with that prank. Secondly, I didn”t bring you back to my place to keep you safe. I had every intention of recording you doing something outrageous, and I got fucking gold.”

She drops her towel, showing me her naked body and sliding her hands between her legs. ”I”ll do whatever you want to have that video deleted.”

”For starters, stop. This isn”t as sexy as you think it is.”

She blushes a shade of crimson. Her eyes scan the room until she grabs a pair of sweatpants and a shirt, slipping them on.

”What do you want?” she asks. Anger has her white-knuckling her towel as if she wants to strangle me with it.

”We”re going to date.”

She nearly chokes in disbelief. ”No, the fuck we”re not. You and half this campus call me Shit-ney. There”s no way anyone”s going to believe we”re dating. Besides, what”s the point? Last night is never happening again.”

”Well, the story”s already going around about me almost breaking Quinn”s wrist to stop him from taking your drugged-up body off somewhere to fuck you. I”m a hero and it”s very believable to these idiots that me saving you is enough for you to fall head over heels for me.”

”Everyone knows you hate me.”

”That”s a good point, but I”ll tell them your reputation of fucking teachers is what made me hate you. It got you preferential treatment and everything.”

”I don”t fuck any of the teachers. Never have and never will.” She folds her arms across her chest.

”Tough shit. People already think that about you because of how Harland—I”m sorry, Mr. Adams to the rest of us. The way he treats you is a little beyond generous benefactor and a protege he wants to mentor.”

She sniffs back tears. ”He”s not?—”

”It doesn”t matter what the truth is. It”s what we make people believe. Since you”re so cozy with the billionaire donor, you”re going to help me rewrite history.”

”How am I supposed to do that?”

”Tell Harland you”ve fallen in love with me, and that we”re dating.”

She shakes her head from side to side. ”He”s never going to believe that.”

”Yeah, because I”m sure you”ve poisoned him against me. You”re the one who pointed out I plagiarized his work, right?”

She grips her hair, digging her fingers into her ponytail, ready to pull it out. ”For the last time, I didn”t know. The professor recited the excerpt from an excellent paper as a unique perspective from a freshman. Your points were too smart, too familiar. I only pointed out that it sounded similar to Harland”s industry publications. He already donates a shit-ton of money to this school. Someone would have spotted it.”

”Did you know that I cited his work as a source?”

”No, but?—”

I hold a hand up to silence her. ”The uproar of everyone reacting to your comment forced that professor to report the paper, even though it was cited correctly. The appearance of it made me look bad. And just like your little nickname, Shit-ney, my reputation as a cheater follows me to this day, too.”

”Do you really think dating me is enough to erase what Harland thinks about you?”

”I don”t know, but it”s damn sure worth a try. You”re going to try, Whitney. You”re going to go to your sugar daddy and tell him we”re dating. Make him believe it. Tell him it”s to slow down rumors that you”re fucking your way to salutatorian.”

Her shoulders slump, and she leans back on her bed. ”What am I supposed to do after I convince him we”re dating?”

”You”re going to insist that he hire me as a sign that he”s not retaliating against me for dating you, or for the mistaken accusation of plagiarism.”

”There”s only one opening he”s trying to fill at his company,” she mumbles.

”Aww, let me guess? It”s going to you?”

Whitney props herself onto her elbows. ”It might. He said he”s not sure, and it depends on my final grades.”

I nod. ”Makes sense. He has to make it look good. Can”t just fuck you and hire you while spending an entire day at a career fair.”

”We”re not fucking. As a matter of fact, you”re the only person who”s fucked me in years.”

”Correction, you fucked me first.”

She pushes herself off the bed angrily, getting in my face and jamming a finger into my chest. ”Do you have any idea what you”ve done to me? Do you know why no guy on this campus will come near me? Shit-ney! You let these assholes believe I shit the bed after getting blackout drunk.”

”Well, when I release this video, they”ll have a whole new view of you, Whit-tits.” I smirk and kiss her. She tries backing away, but I grab her and pull her close. The kiss reminds me of how good she feels against me, how good she feels wrapped around me.

Whitney shoves me hard and backs away. ”No, we”re not doing that again.”

”We”re going to do what all couples do together. Now, if that”s what you”re wearing to class, get your stuff. I”ll walk with you. People need to see last night was the real deal. I saved you and now you”re smitten with me.”

”Fuck you,” she hisses.

”You did that already. If you want to go again, we have some time.”

”Are you clean?”

”Clean as a whistle, but I”m still going to get tested. No telling where that pussy”s been. I can”t believe you were going to let Quinn fuck you. We have to change that narrative ASAP. He convinced you to come to the party. Wait, how did he ask you?”

”What?” Her eyes dart around the room, cheeks blush, and it piques my curiosity.

”Last night in your drugged-up stupor, you asked me, when you thought I was Quinn, why did I ask you out like that? How did he ask you out?”