CHAPTER 22: The only exception
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LIAM
Odessa is acting weird.
She’s been silent since seeing my lock screen and as we part ways before our respective classes, she doesn’t say anything when I kiss her cheek.
Granted, she didn’t say anything when I kissed her hair earlier but at least she reacted. Her reaction was freezing then nonchalance but it was a reaction…sort of.
Man, I am really starting to regret this fake dating idea.
I don’t know how to act, she is barely reacting and the silence is not going to cut it for me. I usually enjoy silences but ours are too heavy for my heart.
For one the kisses, yeah—those need to stop because surprise—surprise they feel f*****g amazing! Odessa has sensual, full lips that always leave me begging for more.
When I kissed her after practice, it was very weird.
I thought it’d be a simple kiss but I actually got butterflies that got burned by her biting my lip. It lit a fire in me so huge, it made me want to pin her against the wall like a caveman and devour her.
Yes…devour.
Then there’s the kiss where she grabbed me on her bed and laid one on me. This kiss was longer than our first one but still too freaking short.
I wanted more…need more.
Now this morning when she came down looking perfect in white and blue, my heart did this weird thing.
I had to do a double take because her beauty alone is enough to bring one man to his knees. Then she pointed out I’m practically forcing her to date me and I felt like an asshole.
But that’s not the worst part…the worst part is I can’t get LAID.
Sex with Odessa is obviously out of the question. She barely lets me touch her, there is no way we’re ending in bed together but our relationship being public also means no more girls of the month.
And no girls of the month mean no s*x for Liam.
“Oh god,” I tap my pencil against my notebook.
I have a girlfriend for the first time since grade school, which I can’t touch. How the hell did that happen?
I swore to never again enter a commitment after Mindy Sharrer tried to trap me with a fake pregnancy my sophomore year in high school. She was a senior and I liked her big boobs but no boobs were worth crazy.
I made myself a rule right then. Basketball was my lady, the real one would follow when the time was right, after the NBA but no—Vecker is the exception to the rule.
Again.
From the moment I saw her on my newsfeed, I knew she was going to affect my life somehow. When we become best friends, I thought that was it but—nope look at me now in a fake relationship.
Again, how the HELL did that happen?
I used to think my rules are the only things set in stone but it seems a 19year old from Russia with blue eyes and a twin mark, is set on changing that. Which could only mean,
“I am so fucked.”
My sentence gets the attention of everyone in my history class. I don’t even know what the professor is talking about and he seems to not care about me too because he rolls his eyes and resumes his lecture.
“Didi your boyfriend is here!” Felix calls as he closes the door behind me.
I’m glad Jessica forced us to patch things up because we actually have a conversation as I wait. He commends me for taking his beating like a man and says he’s okay with all of this as long as Odessa is.
He thinks it’s going to be an entertaining disaster but he is okay with it. Which made me realize we’d definitely be friends if wasn’t for the obvious.
“Just head up mate or you’ll be waiting for hours.” He suggests when an episode of F.R.I.E.N.D.S ends.
“Okay.” We both stand up, “this is for your lady.” I give him a black gift bag. It’s a bottle of tequila and champagne from my housemates and me.
“Thanks.” He’s going to the kitchen and I am going for the stairs.
“Liam?” He calls when I reach the first step. “Don’t break my sister’s heart.” Felix says when I turn around.
“It’s a fake relationship.” I remind him and myself.
“Still have a lot to figure out I see,” he retreats away with a knowing smile.
I freeze by Odessa’s open door because she’s…she’s—half naked.
ODESSA IS HALF NAKED!
A black strapless, lace bra and panties that can be mistaken for a hairband, they are so small, are the only things she’s wearing as she walks around the room.
I’ve seen many girls in lingerie and a picture of Odessa in a bikini but nothing and I mean NOTHING, comes close to what’s in front of me.
HOLY Christ.
She’s barefoot. Her pale long legs and clearly waxed pelvic area are there leaving little to the imagination. Her stomach is so flat and toned, it has a dip and what I assume are B cups are pushed up over her chest as the extra lace below the bra gives the illusion that it’s a tiny top.
Her hair is pinned up in rolls so every soft curve is on display. Her make up is sparkly studs over purple eyeliner that make her lashes look longer and her pink bare lips look… s**t.
I stumble back when she looks up to find me staring. She doesn’t bother to cover up or move, she just smiles.
She actually f*****g smiles.
My heart is pounding too fast and I think my pulse is slowing down…am I having a heart attack?
Is this what a stroke feel likes?
“Hi, come in.” She stares at me with a look I can’t read for the life of me.
It’s really hot and I think I’m having a stroke…or a heart attack. Odessa is half naked. Looks like every man’s wet dream and instead of being Odessa and scolding me or kicking me out, she turns around and picks up something on the bed.
Her pathetic excuse of lace underwear shows her perfect grabble ass as she says, “I’m guessing Felix sent you up?”
I nod.
I want to move my eyes away but her birthmark is showing. I’ve seen it in person but never this close or fully on display without her hair or clothing hiding it.
“I thought you’d be ready or I wouldn’t have…” I jolt when the door closes.
“It’s okay.” She’s walking to her vanity now, “you’ve seen girls in less now come here.” She waves me over, “I need help.”
And I need a cold shower because all I’m thinking about is nibbling on her lips till I draw blood.
“Are you drunk? You’re smiling a lot.”
Now that I’m close, I can see how her eyes are glistering and it’s not from the makeup.
“Pre-game on an empty stomach was really a bad idea,” she puts her hands on my shoulders and I swear I am about to have another stroke.
Or is it another heart attack? My heartbeat is really going crazy.
“Now,” another gorgeous smile. “If I’m not ready in 20minutes, Jessica will have my head.”
“Okay?” My eyes focus is on the gold heart necklace around her neck.
I have the sudden urge to hook my finger around it, pull her closer and kiss the daylights out of her but I can’t…because we’re not in public.
“First, take a shot.” She hands me a tiny glass that after consuming, I realize is tequila.
“Next help me pick an outfit,” she walks to her bed and picks up 2 hangers. “Dress or pants?” She moves the pants and chrome top in front, her choice very clear.
“Pants.” I say and she smiles a “good job” before tossing the plum dress on the bed.
Jessica’s theme is New York Nightlife, (whatever that means.) I’m in all black, jeans and a golf t-shirt.
“You’re in charge of shoes,” she picks up the black skinny jeans. “If you choose heels, you will be holding me upright, all night but if you choose flats. I’ll bite you.”
My eyes immediately go to her mouth as a small laugh bubbles out of me.
She pushes her legs into the jeans and they fit her so perfectly…the image of her in the lacey bra and jeans is enough to shoot blood to my groin.
“Black heels it is then.” I refill the tiny glass and take another shot.
Alcohol is the only way I’m going to make it through tonight.
I walk to her closet and pick up a strappy pair with an ankle clasp. They will also show her black toenails and cute feet.
“Those are perfect” she smiles now in the purple mono chrome mesh top. “For you,” she hands me another shot.
No wonder I found her drunk.
I help her remove the rolls from hair, only for her to brush the curls out before putting it up into a high curly ponytail.
After 2more shots we head downstairs where everyone is waiting.
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