12. Bohdi

Chapter twelve

Bohdi

S urprisingly, this bar is not as bad as I expected. I thought being nearer to campus; it was going to be a bit of a dive and full of seniors, but I've only seen a few around so far. There could be others here, but I haven't come across them on campus. There are a couple of bars around campus, but I've heard Pythons is quieter and I need some downtime after the day I've had. I glance around the busy bar, which becomes more crowded with each passing minute. Suddenly my attention is captivated by a gorgeous blonde who is staring directly at me from across the bar. She flashes me a larger-than-life smile, her pearly white teeth shining brightly. I tilt my head, racking my brain to recall where I've encountered her. Judging by her giggle and the way she heads toward me, it's from somewhere. I can't help but notice the way her curvy hips sway in that tight pencil dress and sky-high heels.

That dress would look fucking amazing on my bedroom floor.

"Mr. Stiles," her mischievous voice causes my dick to stir in my pants. I can absolutely visualize her calling me Mr. Stiles while on her knees.

With a smirk, she wraps her lips around her straw, takes a sip of her drink, and asks, "Do you even know who I am?" It's hard for me to believe that I could ever forget a beautiful woman like her. It's annoying because I can't figure out where I know her from, even though I recognize her. Sipping her drink through a straw, she smirks at me and raises a quizzical eyebrow. I take a swig from my beer bottle, downing half of it in one gulp, attempting to buy myself some time, but my mind is completely empty. I flash a smirk while playing with the bottle top, spinning it between my fingertips, and then I place it on the table.

"I find it hard to believe I could forget a truly beautiful face such as yours." Flattery gets you most places. I've discovered that when it comes to women.

"To be honest, I think it's more I've seen you, not the other way round." She extends her hand. "Nice to meet you. I'm Amy, although my students tend to call me Ms. Banksy." Her smirk suggests that it's obvious from my expression that I've now twigged on who she is.

"Ahh, yes, Ms. Banksy, the one who teaches economics. I can't say I have seen you around Hawksview much. However, I do now remember briefly seeing you on my first day when I was having a tour of the College." I smile, grasping her hand and shaking it. Her addictive smile reappears as she casually flicks her hair over her shoulder.

"It is a pleasure to meet you officially, Mr. Stiles."

"Ah, please call me Bohdi." I rise to my feet, grabbing my nearly empty bottle. "Can I get you another?" I gesture toward her almost empty glass.

"Please. Vodka and sprite."

Once I bring our drinks back to the table, we get chatting and she tells me about her experience working at Hawksview. She describes the area and goes on expressing her passion for her job. Our drinks flow, and it becomes quite apparent after a few drinks she is flirting with me. The way her gaze flicks down to my lips when I bring the beer bottle to my mouth and take a sip. The way she throws her head back dramatically laughing while laying her hand on top of my arm. I track her long slender neck as she throws her head back for probably the sixth time now, laughing at something that wasn't even that funny, but I don't care. I have no qualms about fucking a colleague. This is exactly what I need, to get lost in a tight wet pussy and try to forget about the shit show that was today. Despite that, I can't shake the slight sense of worry I have about leaving Brayden there with that fucked up guy who lives a few trailers down.

"Did you want to get out of here?" Amy studies me with suggestive fuck me eyes, hinting at her desire. As I'm about to reply, my attention is drawn to something at the bar entrance. When I glance at the door, I see Brayden, Kal, and Trayton.

Fuck.

Without noticing me, they walk through the pub and head straight for the bar. How the fuck are they buying drinks? They're nineteen. My old man thoughts make me inwardly groan. I was drinking at sixteen, for fuck's sake.

Amy breaks me out of the moment with her questioning voice, saying, "Bohdi."

"Yes, sorry. How about we finish these drinks and go back to my place?" I give her my signature smile that the woman can rarely say no to and let my gaze move slowly over her figure. When my gaze connects with hers, her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are hooded. It's clear what she's thinking based on her squirming in her seat.

I can't wait to see her mile long legs hanging over my shoulders while I slide into her. My dick takes note while I pick up my bottle, downing the rest in one. She's already risen from her chair.

"I'll be back in a second." I quickly go to the toilet, but on my return, I crash into a solid shoulder.

"Shit, sorry, man." As soon as I meet the eyes of the person. I internally groan.

"Trayton." I greet him smugly. He peeks over his shoulder and then to the sides, his eyes widen in a frantic search for an escape route.

"Sir," he winces, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

Raising an eyebrow, I inquire, "Are we having a good night?" I want to see him squirm for a second, as if I'm about to call him out for being here, but I'm not. We've all been young.

"Yeah, chilling with my older brother, you know, catching up," his lie slips off his tongue effortlessly, leaving me slightly amazed.

"Uh-huh. Sure." I slap his shoulder playfully as I walk past, smirking.

"Stay safe and have a good night, Trayton." I gesture toward him, and he nods in bewilderment. Despite knowing he's lying; nothing can stop me from enjoying my night with what awaits me at the table.

As I approach the bar, I suddenly freeze when I see Kal talking to a girl, but that's not what's baffling me. Brayden is kissing another guy. I observe their open mouths connecting and Brayden's tall stature dominating the shorter, thinner person. His cap is on backward, tusks of dark brown hair peeking out of the sides.

I don't know why I'm stunned he's gay or bisexual. There was no reason for me to think otherwise. It just didn't come to mind. I detest that I'm unable to break my stare away from them. I track the way Brayden controls the whole kiss; the guy is like his opponent on the ice. A small puppet that he controls. Brayden repositions himself to have the guy's back facing me, firmly gripping his neck, and tilting his head to deepen the kiss.

Fucking move Bohdi. Walk away.

I experience a gulp in my throat as Brayden's hand slides down, clasping onto the guy's backside, and drawing him nearer. Understanding the exact reason. When you have that ache, you need to rub yourself just to get a slight release. Why am I thinking about Brayden being hard? How many drinks have I had?

As my eyes flicker up, the world freezes and I am still in shock, sucking in a sharp breath as Brayden, with his crystal eyes, which sparkle under the bright lights, continues to consume the guy while intensely staring directly at me. Without looking away, he tightens his grip on the guy's throat. He's a fucking trance. I can't move my eyes, my brain screams at me too, but I can't.

I'm just like one of his puppets, under his control.

No.

I'm his teacher.

His straight teacher.

I blink repeatedly as the music gradually returns to the room. I didn't notice I had completely tuned out until I heard the music and voices blending together. I refuse to look at Brayden again. I keep it moving toward the table. My heart beats erratically and I have to take deep breaths to calm my racing heart. There's a trickle of sweat forming at the back of my neck. Out of nowhere, my clothes seem too tight, and I urgently want to escape from this place. Now.

I don't make it to the table; I grab Amy's attention and gesture toward the door as she quickly nods and grabs her bag and coat off the table. I manage to get to the doors before she does and hold them open so she can duck under my arm. I stare at her perfect ass swaying in the tight dress as she walks out and I tell myself to not turn around. but again, my body has a mind of his own.

Again as if it's being controlled.

Holding the door open, I come to a stop and take a quick gulp of air before casting a glance back.

Fuck.

I quickly exhale before taking another breath. It's Brayden who I see, with a smirk on his face and a beer bottle gliding along his swollen, full lips as he stares back at me. He stood with his back against the bar, ankles crossed. He lifts his beer bottle toward me, then drinks from it, causing my eyes to fixate on the lump in his throat as it bobs with each swallow. My own mouth goes dry.

Swiftly, I avert my eyes and walk out of the bar, maintaining a fast pace with my head lowered.

"Hey, you OK?" Amy startles me as I reach the doorway.

I snap back at her, frowning, "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Why am I acting as if I've done something wrong? She rears her head back slightly and opens and closes her mouth.

"Fuck, sorry Amy. I had a long day. Maybe we can rain check?" I cringe when I notice the disappointment in her eyes.

"Uh yeah sure." As she glances around, intentionally avoiding meeting my eyes, I feel like a dick. I can't put into words what just happened and why I'm reluctant to invite Amy to my house now. Recalling the image of Brayden staring at me while he rubs against the guy, triggers a nauseating feeling in my stomach. Was he getting off on seeing me watch him?

Fuck.

It's not appropriate for me to be staring at him in that way. What caused my body to heat up when I saw his lips on that guy? What caused my stomach to flip when his stare burned through me intensely?

I quickly reach for my phone to order an Uber and one for Amy as my thoughts race at lightning speed.

Amy's Uber arrives first, and we exchange numbers before she gets in. I stare into thin air as I wait for my Uber, my stomach turning at what's just happened. Maybe there was something that could stop me from enjoying my night.

Brayden.

There are many levels on which this is wrong. He is my student, and I am his teacher.

Above all else. I'm straight.

Seeing Brayden leaning on the bar, smirking at me, instantly comes to mind and sends my heart into overdrive.

Well, at least I think I am.