A demoness's calling

Episode 9: His dorm

Ricky

The morning sunlight crept through the blinds, casting soft streaks of light across the room. Ricky stirred, her head pounding and her body heavy with the weight of last night’s alcohol. As her eyes fluttered open, she became aware of an unfamiliar setting—a room that was definitely not her dorm.

“What the hell…” she muttered, rubbing her temples.

As her vision cleared, her gaze landed on the figure beside her. Ronny.

She froze.

He was lying there, shirtless, his face relaxed in sleep. The soft rise and fall of his chest was hypnotic, and for a moment, Ricky forgot how to breathe. Then, her eyes trailed down, and she realized with horror that she was only in her bra and panties.

“What the actual f**k?” she whispered, her heart pounding.

She sat up too quickly, her head spinning. Trying to piece together the events of last night was like trying to solve a jigsaw puzzle with missing pieces. The last thing she remembered was getting into Ronny’s car.

Her hands flew to her chest, checking if her bra was still in place. Okay, at least he didn’t touch me… I think. She glanced at him again, her face heating up.

“Why the hell am I here?” she muttered under her breath.

As if sensing her turmoil, Ronny stirred. His eyes opened slowly, and for a brief moment, they were soft and unfocused. Then he smirked.

“Good morning, sunshine,” he said, his voice deep and husky from sleep.

“Don’t ‘good morning’ me! What am I doing here? And why am I half-naked?” Ricky hissed, pulling the blanket up to cover herself.

He sat up, stretching lazily, the movement causing his muscles to ripple. He didn’t miss how her eyes flickered to his chest before she looked away, cheeks flushed.

“You were drunk, passed out in my car. I wasn’t about to let you stumble into your dorm looking like that and get into trouble,” he said casually.

“And the clothes?” she asked, her voice sharper.

“You were uncomfortable. I figured you’d sleep better without a dress digging into your ribs,” he replied, his smirk widening.

“You… undressed me?” she asked, her voice rising in disbelief.

He leaned closer, the cocky glint in his eyes making her stomach flip. “Relax, little girl. I’ve seen plenty of bodies. Yours isn’t that special.”

Her mouth opened in outrage, but before she could speak, he chuckled.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t touch you. Not that you didn’t look tempting, though.” His gaze lingered on her bare shoulders, and she clutched the blanket tighter.

“You’re an asshole,” she snapped, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed.

“Glad to see you’re back to your usual self,” he said, leaning back against the headboard.

Ricky grabbed her dress from the floor, struggling to pull it on while maintaining her dignity. She turned to glare at him.

“This never happened. Forget it, forget me, and stay out of my way,” she said, jabbing a finger in his direction.

But Ronny’s smirk didn’t falter. If anything, it grew.

“Oh, Ricky,” he drawled, his voice teasing. “I don’t think either of us is going to forget this anytime soon.”

Her cheeks burned as she stormed out of the room, Ronny called out

“Wait…” Ronny said, his hand reaching out to grab hers.

Ricky felt a jolt of electricity as his hand touched hers. She quickly pulled her hand away, her eyes scanning the hallway, which was filled with guys staring at her.

Most of them were staring at her neck, which was adorned with hickeys. Ricky’s eyes widened in horror as she quickly grabbed her neck.

“Why is everyone staring at my neck?” she asked Ronny, her voice barely above a whisper.

Ronny let out a chuckle. “You have hickeys from yesterday.”

Ricky’s eyes widened in horror. “What?” she exclaimed, her voice loud and clear.

Ronny laughed. “Don’t worry, little girl. They won’t bite you when I’m with you.”

Ricky felt a shiver run down her spine as Ronny’s eyes locked onto hers. She quickly looked away, her eyes scanning the hallway.

“Can we please walk faster?” she pleaded with Ronny, her voice squeaking with desperation.

Ronny chuckled. “You’re not used to being the center of attention, are you?”

Ricky’s eyes narrowed. “Just shut up and walk.”

As they walked, Ricky couldn’t help but feel like she was on display. Everyone was staring at her, and she could feel Ronny’s eyes on her, making her skin crawl.

They finally reached her dorm, and Ricky quickly opened the door and slipped inside. Ronny held the door open, his eyes locked onto hers.

“It seems you’re forgetting something, little one,” he said, his voice low and husky.

Ricky’s eyes narrowed. “What might that be?”

Ronny smirked. “A thank you from your squeaky voice is what you seem to be forgetting.”

Ricky’s eyes widened in anger. “Thank you for what? You crazy if you think I’ll thank you. I’m not the one who said you should let me sleep in your dorm. If you had just taken me to my dorm, all of this wouldn’t have happened,” Ricky said, her voice rising in anger.

Ronny’s smirk never wavered. “Little brat,” he said, his voice low and husky, before turning and walking away.

Ricky slammed the door shut behind him, her heart still racing with anger. She took a deep breath and tried to calm down, but her mind was still reeling with the events of the previous night.

She walked over to the mirror and stared at her reflection. Her eyes were sunken, and her skin was pale. She looked like she had been through a war.

And then she saw them – the hickeys on her neck. Ricky’s eyes widened in horror as she stared at the dark marks. How was she going to explain these to her friends?

Just then, there was a knock at the door. Ricky opened it to find Mickey and Lily standing in the hallway, looking concerned.

“b***h, did you lose your virginity to Ronny?” Mickey asked, her eyes scanning Ricky’s face.

Ricky’s eyes widened in horror. “What? Hell no, what do you take me for?” she exclaimed.

Mickey and Lily exchanged a skeptical look. “Then what are all those red marks doing around your small neck, and what are all those girls talking about, that you were walking with him to your dorm?” Lily asked, her voice laced with curiosity.

Ricky sighed and let her friends in. She spent the next hour filling them in on all the details of the previous night, from the party to waking up in Ronny’s dorm.

Mickey and Lily were in fits of laughter as Ricky finished her story. “Sorry, my love, I just can’t believe it,” Lily said, wiping tears from her eyes.

Ricky threw a pillow at her friends. “It’s not funny, guys. Half the campus thinks I slept with him.”

Mickey and Lily composed themselves, their faces turning serious. “So, what really happened?” Mickey asked, her eyes narrowing.

Ricky sighed, rubbing her temples. “I told you, nothing happened. He just let me sleep in his dorm.”

Lily raised an eyebrow. “And you believe that?”

Ricky nodded. “I have no reason not to. Besides, even if he did want something, I’m not interested.”

Mickey snorted. “Save it, Ricky. We know you’re not exactly Ronny’s biggest fan, but still…he’s Ronny.”

Ricky rolled her eyes. “That’s exactly why I’m not interested. He’s got a reputation for a reason.”

Lily leaned in, a conspiratorial look on her face. “Maybe he’s changing his ways. Maybe he’s really into you.”

Ricky’s eyes widened in horror. “No way. Don’t even suggest that.”

Mickey chuckled. “We’re just saying, Ricky. You never know what might happen.”

Ricky shook her head, her mind reeling with the possibilities. But she knew one thing for sure – she was not going to fall for Ronny’s charms.