In love with a playboy

Chapter 3

Elijah’s POV

Monday morning, and the boys and I are chilling behind the school, just wasting time before the first class starts. Jake’s tossing a basketball around, Liam’s busy cracking jokes, and Jace’s leaning on the fence like he owns the whole damn place.

The usual routine, you know?

Somehow, the conversation slides to Grace — the church girl everyone knows but no one really talks to. You know the type: dresses modest, serious as hell, always at church on Sundays, always on some high moral ground.

“She’s too damn uptight,” Jace says, shaking his head like it’s a personal problem. “Never seen her smile like she’s actually having fun.”

Liam laughs and adds, “Man, she’s got that Bible glued to her hand 24/7 vibe. Too pure for any of us, for sure.”

Jake nods, “Tried talking to her once. She shut me down quick. Said she wasn’t interested in this kind of crowd. Like, she’s on another level.”

We all shake our heads like it’s no big deal. Grace isn’t exactly the girl you’d expect us to mess with — too different, too serious, too… impossible.

Then she comes out of the school building, walking right past us.

Even from a distance, I can’t help but notice her. That long skirt she always wears, covering up more than most girls, but still — the way it hugs her hips, the curve of her waist, the subtle sway when she walks. It’s almost criminal how damn fine she is underneath all that modesty.

My eyes catch her chest — modest but definitely there. Her blouse clings slightly, the shape of her boobs clear even if she tries to hide it. I imagine those n*****s, hard and round, pressed under the fabric.

My heart speeds up. Damn. I’m sitting there, and suddenly, I’m thinking about what it would be like to run my hands over her skin, to kiss her soft lips, to feel her body pressed close to mine.

What if I f****d her?

I imagine how tight she’d be, how wet, how her breath would hitch when I touched her just right. I picture her moaning, struggling under me, helpless and sweet all at once.

The thought hits me like a punch to the chest. I try to shake it off but it sticks.

Jace laughs, breaking my train of thought. “Man, she’s outta our league. Too holy for anyone here.”

Jake grins, eyes locked on mine. “Bet you can’t get her to go out with you. Hell, bet you can’t even get her to sleep with you.”

Liam nudges me, a smirk spreading on his face. “Yeah, Eli. You’re the bad boy. Think you can tame the church girl?”

I lean back, trying to play it cool, but inside I’m burning. The idea gets under my skin. I say, “Give me two months. I’ll have her.”

They stare at me like I’m crazy, then Jace, the loudmouth, laughs and says, “Okay, if you can date her for three months and f**k her, I’m giving you my GLK.”

“Your GLK?” I raise an eyebrow.

Jace nods like it’s no big deal. “Yeah. You heard me. You pull this off, that car’s yours.”

Jake and Liam laugh, egging me on.

I smile. “You’re on.”

No idea what I’m really getting into.

Just a regular Monday with a new bet, a new challenge, and maybe, just maybe, a chance to shake things up.