"I don't want to mess with your father and uncle, but if you don't get out of here you will force me to use stronger measures."
"Use them. I'm curious what you will do after you made me believe you gave me a laxative. "
"You're here to take revenge, aren't you?"
"I don’t know. I haven’t decided yet."
I snorted, exhausted by his attitude. It was like holding a ticking time bomb without knowing when it would explode and how big of an explosion.
I went to my closet to get my yoga outfit.
"Easton, don't you have anyone else to bother or annoy?"
"Actually, I'm bored. I didn't know what to do so I came to you. "
“ You can always try walking on the ledge of the dormitory roof barefoot after greasing them with your car's engine oil. Or you could go tickle the yellow scorpions they keep in the biogenetics lab. They say they are extremely nice and ... lethal."
"Did I ever tell you I can't stand you?" he retorted, staring straight into my eyes.
"Many times. You tend to be repetitive. It is one of your one thousand four hundred and twenty-five defects.” I increased the dose in order to make him move and to erase that impassive and indifferent air with which he was looking at me.
"One thousand four hundred and twenty-five, huh? I want the complete list."
"To do what?"
"To read it, of course. I want to see how far your twisted and diabolical mind goes."
“ I could also write you the whole list, but with your attention deficit problem, you would have lost the thread by the seventh defect. It would be wasted effort. Believe me."
"You're playing with fire, Alice," he warned me, sending me a murderous look.
"I know, but I only have one match in front of it, luckily. It goes off quickly and now, if you will excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom to change before going to yoga class. In the meantime, you can disappear from my room. I don't want you here on my return. "
I hadn't been able to relax at yoga class. I was nervous and restless, with my thoughts fixed on Easton who had invaded my safe haven, my comfort zone, my nest.
I had left him alone in my room and left, wondering what he was doing.
He must have stolen something from me or put mayonnaise in my face cream! Or he will have destroyed something for me, put a cactus under the covers, sand inside his shoes ...
I imagined all sorts of disaster or damage!
When I went back to the room, I still found it there, right where I left it.
Quickly I checked my things. Nothing was missing.
"I know you have difficulty assimilating even the most basic concepts, but I have already explained to you that I don't want you here" I apostrophized him.
"How does it feel knowing that I will always be able to enter your room whenever I want to see you?" He asked instead of obeying my requests.
Terrified!
"Bored. By now we have made peace and I don't think you want to come back in spite like two kindergarten children."
"You're right. In fact, I'm here to raise the stakes."
"You are crazy."
"I never said I wasn't."
"What do you want, Easton?"
"To fuck you."
I was shocked by his arrogance. "What?"
"You understand perfectly well."
"Sorry, wasn't it you who a few days ago told me that you have too much respect for your body to sleep with me?"
"I changed my mind."
"Why?"
"I want to help you get through this sexual frustration you've been carrying since you’ve known me."
"Bullshit!"
"And I like challenges."
"So, would I be a challenge?"
"Don't let it go to your head."
"And don't say bullshit!"
Finally, Easton got out of bed and came over to me.
"I know you want me," he whispered in my ear, kissing me with a hickey on his neck, before leaving.
I didn't have the courage to reply.
I was shocked, and that kiss was bringing it all to a head.
8
ALICE
I finished class late that day, and when I got to my room, I just wanted to throw myself on the bed and sleep, since I couldn't sleep at night for fear of finding Easton under the sheets.
I opened the door and found myself facing Kira in the company of another girl I had never seen before.
I looked at her for a long time. She looked funny, with double buns on her head that made her look like Sailor Moon. The only difference was that she had short hair, a darker blonde with strands of bright pink.
Her brown eyes stood out thanks to a thick layer of eyeliner, behind rather showy glasses of dark blue color, slightly reflected with lipstick of an indefinite color, somewhere between purple and dark blue.
The nerdy and alternative-looking girl clashed with Kira, always elegant, fine, discreet, and full of grace.
Furthermore, all the curves that Kira was missing were present to bursting in the new arrival, even though she tried to hide her generous breasts and the extra kilos on her hips with flared sports pants and a shirt with the word "Geek," two sizes too big.
"Hi," I said hesitantly. It was the first time that Kira had invited someone other than Lucas into our room.
“ Alice, let me introduce you to Felicity Roadfield. She has known Easton since she was a kid and they went to high school together, so I told her about the problems you're having with your stepbrother. Maybe she can help you. "
How had Kira been able to go around my problems with Easton without consulting me? I was really angry!
"Oh, there's not much to say," Felicity said. “Easton is an asshole. He and his friends live to drive others crazy. It has always been that way. Easton in particular revs up when it comes to betting and scandals. They are his daily bread. I won't tell you how many problems he caused in high school with his arrogance and desire to push the limits. The worst part is that everyone hates him but, in the end, everyone loves him. Nobody is safe and nobody can say what they think in his face. "
"Why am I not surprised?" I hissed irritably.
"You know Easton made a bet in high school that he would be bedded in high school."
"Did he do it?"
"They say yes, but I don't know if it's true, but Marion Falware was definitely fucked."
"Who is she?"
«A classmate of mine who had made a vow of chastity. Easton bet that he would get her to bed and he finally succeeded. It was such a scandal that poor Marion was transferred to another school. "
"Wow ..." I muttered in disgust.
“ And now you've come, his newly acquired sister. I saw you at the pool party when he kissed you. You represent the perfect union between a scandal and an essential challenge for someone like him. Kira told me that he has been giving you a hard time and my advice is to always keep your eyes open, because when Easton gets something on his head he never gives up. No matter what it takes."
"His sneaky games don't work for me."
"Do you know how many girls said that and then gave in? I repeat, Alice, be careful. Easton has an extraordinary determination and intelligence."
"Him? Smart?" I burst out laughing.
"Yep. Don't you know that Easton has always been top of the class? Some said he had an above average IQ, but just before high school, everything changed. He went crazy and started dropping out of school. Some say it's because of his dead mother. "
"But didn't his miss his mother when he was just a child?"
“ Yes, that's true, but just a few years ago the news came out that that woman died in a car accident while she was running away with her lover, leaving only a farewell note to her children and her husband. Nobody knew that, but then new evidence came up about the accident and the scandal that followed ended in up all the newspapers. The beloved wife and mother of two children had turned into an irresponsible daredevil and adulteress who died while fleeing with th
e gardener. Furthermore, it was also discovered that Mitchell Carson knew all about his wife’s betrayal but had remained silent to avoid further scandal. This raised an even bigger fuss. Easton was never the same again and Jake, the older brother, left his father's home to study at Stanford. "
"But that's terrible!" I exclaimed, shocked. Now I was beginning to understand certain of Easton’s behaviors.
The following day, I finished classes early and calmly went back to my room to prepare for yoga class.
I was about to tie my hair back when I heard the door open and saw Easton enter.
I really have to find a way to steal that magnetic card! Too bad it would take him only half a day to get another.
"Has anyone ever explained the concept of privacy to you?"
Easton was more beautiful than usual that afternoon with a night blue shirt open in the front and his hair more unruly than usual, partly covering his noticeably clear eyes.
"I wanted to apologize for the other day," Easton said to me, standing behind me and letting his hands slide over my bare hips as he kept his gaze nailed to mine. "I expressed myself poorly when I told you I wanted to fuck you."
Was Easton apologizing?!
An alarm siren exploded in my brain.
I would have retorted immediately, but I was agitated and hypnotized by his fingers that caressed my belly.
I would have liked to run away from his dangerously bewitching touch, but I would have died rather than let him understand how his hands unbalanced me and how vulnerable I was in front of him.
"I just wish we were friends," he whispered softly in my ear. "Or something more."
Easton, where do you want to go? What are you plotting?
"I thought you hated me."
"Not anymore. Now I like you. I just want to be more with you. "
Through the reflection in the mirror I looked him in the face.
There was something unsearchable on his face, but his eyes had that evil shimmer I was used to, and I knew there was something underneath.
Those words were not his, and I knew he would make fake cards to create further problems for me.
He was like that: sinful and evil, devoted only to scandal and upsetting others.
Scandal ... Oh God, Felicity was right! He lives only for scandals and bets! Now I understand!
Determined not to show myself as weak or stupid, I turned slowly towards him.
His hands slipped down my hips and back, but I pretended nothing and put my arms around his neck.
"I agree. I might be interested," I whispered to him a few inches from his face.
In a moment I read distrust and surprise in his gaze, but I pretended nothing and smiled amiably.
"Seriously?"
“ Yes. I also think it wouldn’t be a bad idea to take our relationship to a level ... higher. But on one condition."
"Which?"
"I want to know one thing: how much did you bet that you would get me into bed?"
I felt Easton's hands stiffen on my hips.
"Who told you that?"
Bingo! I got it right!
"I guessed it. By now I know you well and I know how your broken mind thinks. "
For a moment I read dismay on Easton's face, but he recovered quickly and gave me his usual arrogant smile.
"Perfect. Then we agree. Let's move on to the next level,” he said, clinging with his excited body against mine and kissing me too vehemently not to understand that he was testing me.
It was obvious that he wanted to see how willing I was to push myself and endure in order to keep up my lies and my false self-confidence.
I returned the kiss, stifling the anxiety and instability that I always felt in his presence.
Determined not to give in to him, I didn't shy away, but too late I realized that the desire that was growing inside me was increasingly difficult to control or ignore.
The truth was that no one had ever kissed me or touched me like that and I would have been a liar not to admit how exciting and intoxicating it all was, but I was not yet ready to let my guard down to the point of showing him my sexual inexperience.
“ Let's continue this talk tonight. Now go to your yoga class. I will have all night to see how great you are in bed."
That phrase had the power of a tornado to bring me back to myself.
How could I have let myself be duped in that way by the brazen boy?
Trembling with the heat lost when his body separated from mine and from my anger at his words, I punched him in the shoulder.
“ Go away and never let me see you again! And forget about going to the next level. I'd rather sleep on a cactus bed than have sex with you. "
"I'm sorry for you, but the first word is the one that matters, and you explicitly told me that you agree," he replied with a satisfied grin, before going out and closing the door behind him.
***
EASTON
Thanks to Ryo's roommate's brother, I always knew in advance when Kira went to sleep with her boyfriend, leaving Alice alone.
With the magnetic card that I had cloned I was free to do what I wanted, and the idea of driving Alice crazy made me intoxicated with excitement.
Late that evening I made my way to her room.
The click of the lock immediately alarmed Alice who jumped out of bed.
"Go away," she ordered imperiously, pushing me towards the door.
"No. I have other plans,” I provoked her.
Her suspicious and irritated look was further fuel on the fire for me. I suddenly grabbed her in my arms and threw her back on the bed, where I then immediately lay down.
"Easton, forget about sleeping here."
"Who’s talking about sleeping? Alice, you can't give me orders."
"This is my bedroom!"
"So?"
"There are rules and ..." she tried to make me think, but I had no desire to listen to her.
For days I had been remembering our kisses at the villa and her body against mine.
It had been too long, and my body was demanding Alice's attention again.
Without listening to her anymore I went over to her, grabbed her chin between my fingers to hold her still and leaned over to kiss her.
"Easton." My name was lost in my mouth which pounced hungrily on hers.
If there was one thing I was starting to understand it was that Alice was only apparently a concrete wall. Down inside, she also wanted to be touched and kissed. I just had to break down those moral fences that made her feel guilty, embarrassed, or dirty.
Beyond that border, Alice softened. I just had to be patient and continue to torment her until I felt her give in my arms.
I ran my fingers through her auburn hair, savoring its softness.
I stroked her face and neck while my lips moved demanding and adamant on her.
I avoided touching her breast so as not to frighten her like the last time, I slipped it down until I reached the leg that moved next to me.
Only when I felt her stiffness fail and leave room for desire did I loosen my grip, but I didn't stop provoking her with my body until I heard her moan.
It was hardly a suffocated hiccup, but that little line had the power to blow up all my self-control.
I wanted her. I wanted her to go crazy and I felt I could no longer reason and complete what I had set myself by entering her room.
"Easton, I ... I ... We shouldn't," Alice managed to say, as I lifted her pajama shirt to kiss her navel.
"You want me. I know you do,” I stopped her before she could return to herself.
"You confuse me. I'm not the kind of girl you're used to," she tried to stop me.
"I know and I like you for that too."
“ It is not true that you like me. I'm just a bet for you. "
"Think what you want," I replied, making her suddenly stiffen with my words. I would never have given her the satisfaction of admitting how much I liked being with her.
“ I know that they say that vio
lence is the last refuge of the incapable, but right now I really want to beat you. Can I do it, please? I need it so much,” Alice pleaded with her usual cynical and sarcastic tone, making me laugh.
"Just do it."
Alice punched me so hard on the chest that it made me smile.
"That's all?"
"I can’t do it. I am a peaceful creature. "
"I wouldn't say so."
"I know, but it's not my fault that you bring out the worst of me come out," she began to grumble, offended, pulling away from me and turning away.
"Have you already given up?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"No."
"Exactly. It is useless to waste time fighting when we’re not playing on equal terms. "
“ So?"
"Do what you want. I’m going to sleep."
“ If this is your strategy to make me leave, it’s not working. I will stay here all night. "
"Do as you like. I only warn you that I snore. Very loud."
"Balls," I replied. I knew it wasn't true because I had often gone to her room at night in the villa.
Pretending indifference, I got under the sheets.
The bed was very small, and my body was close to that of Alice, who was forced to endure the contact since it was between me and the wall to which the bed was attached.
I did not remember when, but without realizing it I found myself asleep with my face in her perfumed hair and my arm around her small soft body.
It was the first time I had slept with a girl.
It was a surreal but extremely pleasant experience.
9
ALICE
Five days had passed since that night.
My first time in bed with a boy. A magical and surreal memory if it were not for the way the experience had ended, with me waking up at dawn and pulling Easton out of bed with all the brutality I was capable of, storming him with insults, threats, blackmail , dangerous promises, such as filling his bed with nettles, and finally with me throwing almost all of my shoes until I saw him disappear behind the door of my room.
I would have considered that a victory if Easton hadn't laughed all the time, amused by my mania of madness and if the following evening he had not returned to my room.
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