CHAPTER 5

ZANDER’s POV

The library’s clocked ticked louder with every passing minute.

4:03 P.M.

I glanced towards the entrance.

4:17 P.M.

Nothing.

With an irritated sigh, I pulled out my phone to text Jayden to ask him where the hell he was.

I scoffed under my breath, shoving my phone back into the pockets of my hoodie.

“Typical.” Only Jayden Sinclair would agree to meet up only to disappear without any sign of a heads up.

“If I fail this project because of the arrogance of a rich dick like him, I’ll actually rip my hair out from my scalp.”

I waited another twenty minutes before sighing and giving up.

“Fine. I guess it’s going to be a solo project. Not like Jayden even showed interest in art.”

For the next three hours, the only sounds that could be heard around me were keyboards clicking, pen scribbling and pages turning as I pieced together the outline, research and presentation slides. By the that time I was done, more than quarter the project was already complete.

Guess I didn’t need him after all.

The thought should’ve made me feel victorious.

Instead…

It just pissed me the actual fuck off.

Because this wasn’t even about the project anymore. It was about the fact that once again, Jayden proved every horrible assumption I’d ever made about him was right.

Rich. Cocky. Self-centered. A complete waste of oxygen.

I packed my things into my bag and left the library just as the evening sun disappeared behind the campus buildings. By the time I got back to the dorm, the room was empty.

“Shocker.” I grumbled.

I dropped my bag beside my desk, changed into a pair of grey sweatpants, continued polishing the slides while listening to classical music from my speaker.

Hours passed.

The campus slowly became quiet.

Then….

The dorm room door burst open.

Standing at door was Jayden. His black button-up was half untucked, sleeves up to his elbows, looking completely unbothered. The heavy scent of expensive cologne mixed with the sharp burn of alcohol flooded the small room.

“Well…” he slurred, pointing at my direction. “If it isn’t my ‘favorite’ roommate.”

I didn’t even bother looking up from my screen. “You missed our meeting.”

“Oh.”

Silence stretched between us, thick and heavy.

“Did we have one?”

I slowly lifted my head, staring him down. “You mean the one you agreed with when I suggested we met at the library?”

He blinked, his eyes darkened and I swear I saw a tint of purple in it, before letting out a careless chuckle. “Right.”

Unbelievable.

I turned back to my laptop, typing with aggressive force. “I already started the project.”

“Good for you.”

“No,” I snapped, finally meeting his eyes. “Not good for me. It’s a paired project, Jayden.”

He shrugged, kicking off his shoes without a care in the world. There was a dangerous, unpredictable energy surrounding off him tonight. “Guess you’re just efficient.”

One day. One day this boy was going to test the last shred of patience I had left.

Just as I opened my mouth to snap back, a knocked interrupted. I frowned, looking past him. Jayden just turned around, a slow, knowing grin spreading across his face.

“There he is,” Jayden muttered.

A tall blonde guy leaned casually against the door frame, hands tucked into his jeans. He didn't spare me a glance, his eyes were locked entirely on Jayden. “You left your phone.”

Jayden patted his pockets, letting out a low laugh. “Knew I forgot something.”

The guy stepped into the room, tossing the phone onto the bed. For a second, neither of them moved. The air in the room suddenly felt suffocatingly tight.

“So…”

Jayden rolled his eyes, but his gaze went cold, turning sharp and commanding in an instant. The playful drunk act vanished. “Don’t act clingy.”

Before the guy could respond, Jayden grabbed the front of his shirt, and yanked him forward. He pulled him into a heavy, bruising kiss. It wasn't gentle, not one bit. It was possessive, the low, muffled moan that escaped the blonde guy's throat echoing through the quiet room.

When Jayden broke it off, he didn't step back. He still kept his grip tight on the guy's collar, his voice dropping to a low, demanding growl.

"Get to it." Jayden said, his eyes narrowing.

The guy blinked, a smirk trying to claw its way back onto his face as he tried to talk his way out of the tension. "That depends on how well you treat me tonight, baby."

"Don't get on my nerves, blondy," Jayden interrupted, his tone ice-cold and dead serious, completely cutting the guy's playful attitude in half. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping into a harsh whisper that carried clearly across the room. "Suck me off. Now."

The sudden shift in authority was choking. The blond guy's smirk completely faded, swallowed by a sudden, heavy breath. He didn't argue.

What happened next completely my made blood freeze.

The blonde guy dropped to his knees as though the command from Jayden turned him on more,

I sat frozen, staring at him.

“What?” Jayden asked, looking over his shoulder. “You’ve never seen two guys make out before?”

“I’ve seen it,” I choked out, my voice sounding far tighter than I wanted it to.

“Then why are you looking like that?”

I ignored and turned to continue polishing the research.

A heavy compliance that made the air in the room feel dangerously thick.

I sat frozen, staring at them, my heart hammering against my ribs so loudly I was certain they could hear it. I couldn't go away. I knew I should have some sort of decency, privacy, basic roommate respect but, my brain felt completely short-circuited. I had never witnessed anything so raw and intense. Jayden stood there, looking down at the guy with total, icy detachment, completely unbothered by my presence, as if I were nothing more than a piece of dorm furniture.

His mouth opens like he’s hungry. No gagging, no stuttering, no second guessing. Just lips around Jayden’s dick like he owns it.

“Shit—blondy,” he whispers, gripping the guy’s hair like he was about to rip it off.

“What the fuck is happening right now?” I said as I turned to look at them.

His eyes flick up to meet mine and he lets out the sluttiest moan I’d ever heard. Jesus Christ. No one has ever had their dick sucked in front of me! This guy was not just sucking Jayden’s dick. He was baptizing it in spit and moans. like he was built for sucking off.

‘What the fuck is that tongue doing.” I couldn’t exactly see anything because Jayden was backing me. All I could hear were gasps and moans.

I think I hear him whimpering.

Jayden? whimpering like a damn virgin. I can't stop staring at the lips wrapped around his dick so I do the only thing a normal, sane roommate would do,

I turned to leave the room because this was beginning to get under my nerves.

The blond guy wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a breathless, satisfied smirk returning to his face as he stood up. "Text me when you're sober," he murmured.

I was still paralyzed, my hands gripping the edge of my desk.

Jayden barked out a dark, cynical laugh, completely unaffected by the jab. "Don’t act like such a virgin." He tossed himself onto his mattress, pulling his blanket up without even taking off his jeans.

Within minutes, his breathing evened out into the heavy rhythm of sleep.

The room was completely quiet again. I slowly put my headphones back over my ears, pretending to focus on the glowing screen, but the document in front of me was just a blur of white light. My fingers hovered uselessly over the keyboard.

I shook my head, gripping my hair in frustration. Whatever.

I closed my laptop, the sudden darkness of the room doing nothing to quiet my racing mind. For the first time since moving into this dorm, I lay awake in the dark, staring at the ceiling, waiting for the sleep to take me.