Surrender To Me

Chapter 2

Chapter Two

JOSIAH

My lips captured Sloane's lips and tasted the familiar sweetness of them. Damn it. It's been what, three years, and yet I'm still addicted to this woman and everything about her. My hand reached down and lightly squeezed her ass through the tight skirt she was wearing, wanting nothing but to remove them and have my way with her.

We pulled away when we both couldn't breathe and before someone caught us. We have a fake enemy relationship to uphold, and we both didn't want anyone to find out what we have.

"Who are you with?" I asked her and stepped away from her even though I was itching to hold her.

"My college friends and I already saw you with the other jocks," Sloane said with a groan and chuckled, knowing she didn't like my friends.

"Hey, for the record, we are no longer jocks now. We lead our own companies now," I arrogantly said, and she rolled her eyes.

"Whatever."

"See you later."

She ignored me and continued her way to the restroom while I went back to my friends who were dancing on the dancefloor. Ethan was dancing with his girlfriend, Jack was practically grinding with his fiancée, and Timothy was having the time of his life by dancing with three women at the same time. The three jerks have been my friends since we were children. We were all enrolled in a class for future leaders like us. Now, we all manage the company of our families.

I took a sip of my whiskey and glanced around until my eyes found Sloane with her friends. I tried not to stare too long, but I guess Ethan still caught me.

"Woah, is that Sloane the nerd who always beat you, man?" Ethan, the meanest friend I had, asked. It's still a wonder how Jennie can stand him, even though I can't stand him sometimes, but I can say that he's the most reliable one.

"Yes," I confirmed, and Jack whistled.

"Whew. I almost didn't recognize her. That is a glow up right there, dude," he stated, and he earned a slap on the shoulder from Denise.

Timothy was busy dancing with the girls, but he still heard what we were talking about, glancing at Sloane and giving a thumbs up.

"Might just have a taste."

A frown found its way to my face at his comment—not quite liking it, but I couldn't possibly tell them that I was already f*cking her, right? Because Sloane and I agreed that no one should know about our physical relationship. We are both too egoistic for that.

I can perfectly remember how our no-strings-attached relationship started three years ago like it just happened yesterday. I can never forget it, even if you force me to, because it was the very first time I was able to defeat Sloane, who's always the winner.

Dalton, the university's biggest jerk, but one of the richest as well, threw a graduation party a week after our graduation, and everyone was invited. I originally didn't want to go, but my friends practically dragged me to their mansion, and everybody was already there. There is booze and snacks everywhere. Bodies grinding against each other and a lot of games going in. I'm pretty sure some couples are already banging upstairs or on dark corners.

"Ooh, look who graced us with her presence," Ethan said and pointed somewhere. I followed where he was pointing and saw Sloane, who looked like she wanted to be anywhere but here.

"The woman who beat you for the last time and graduated with the highest honor." Jack, being the goofiest in our group, mocked me, and he and Timothy laughed while I glared at them.

"Who cares? We are still set for life. We are still born to be leaders, and I'm pretty sure she will just be an employee and suck up to her boss for promotion." I scoffed and emptied my beer before opening another one.

"Woah, there. Slow down, will you?" Timothy, the future director of their hospital, stopped me, but I ignored him.

That is exactly why I didn't want to go out. My ego was depleted already, and they kept rubbing it on my face. F*ck. From high school to college, be it a simple test, sports, or grades, I never once defeated that woman.

I glared in Sloane's direction, and her friends were forcing her to drink.

"Do you know how you can defeat her, man?" Ethan whispered and smirked. "F*ck her. She's still a woman who will be puty in a man's hands. Defeat her in bed and she's yours." He advised me and found myself considering it with a mischievous look on my face.

Sloane might be an arrogant girl, but she wasn't that bad-looking at all. She's not my type, but who cares? When was the last time I got laid anyway? Besides, I will only play with her. I will show her that a man will always be superior to women, and she will surrender to me.

A smirk etched on my lips as I picture her writhing and moaning beneath me, completely a mess and begging to be touched. My d*ck hardened at the thought, and I waited for the perfect time to lure her away from prying eyes, but minutes passed and we both had too much to drink. I know because I had my eyes on her the whole time. She was drunk now, and I'm close to losing my wits too, but I tried to stay sober for my plan.

When her friends were occupied and finally asleep, I dragged her upstairs, ignoring her protests, and looked for an empty room. She staggered a few times, but I kept her up until we reached an attic, and I locked the door.

"Wha—? What are you doing? Why did you take me here?" Sloane drunkenly asked, and I hated how she looked adorable with her cheeks all red.

I smacked myself awake. I must have been drunk more than I thought.

"Let's play a game," I suggested, and she frowned while shaking her head, trying to stay sober.

"And you took me here for a game? Are you not tired of losing, Wayne?" She asked with that smirk that I hated so much, but it slowly faded when I took a step closer to her until she fell back on the bed and I leaned my face closer to her.

"This time, I'm sure you will lose." It was my turn to smirk, and she frowned.

"What game?" she asked, and I slowly trailed my fingers, her arms to her neck, and her breath hitched.

"The one who gets turned on and moans first loses." I challenged her, raising an eyebrow as I waited for her to accept it, and she looked hesitant. "Hmm? What's this? Are you scared you will lose?" I teasingly played with the hem of her skirt, and I could almost hear her heart beat faster.

"Of course not." She almost stuttered, and I leaned down to kiss her, but she pulled back while closing her eyes, and I stopped.

"Loser," I said and straightened up. I want to defeat her, but I won't force myself on her if she doesn't like me. My pride won't allow that. "I bet you haven't even experienced your first kiss." I laughed and turned around to leave when she yanked me down to the bed and crawled on top of me before sitting directly on top of my d*ck.

"Too much talk." With that, she smashed our lips together, and I smiled into the kiss.

Well, I'll be damned. The university's biggest nerd has the guts too, it seems.

Our hands explored each other's bodies, and I could tell she was inexperienced by how sloppy her kisses were and how she trembled against my touch, but she was letting her ego move and speak.

That annoyed me. She didn't want to be defeated even in bed, even if it meant giving herself up, so I switched our positions and took over the kiss while my hands touched her everywhere. I cupped her breasts and looked at her, hoping to hear a moan, but she stubbornly bit her lips, and that only fueled the anger in me.

"Let's see how much you can hold on."

It became a game of ego, and we kept on trying to control and dominate each other in bed until we were both naked. F*ck, I was hard as a rock, but I refused to lose to her even in bed.

Goddamn it, woman. F*cking moan!

I dove into her wetness without warning, smirking evilly at how wet she was, proving how turned on she was. Now all that's left is for her to moan. I pleasured her using my tongue and fingers, and I thought I misheard it at first, but it was there.

Sloane f*cking Ellsworth, the woman who always defeated me, moaned, and I finally won.

I don't think she realizes it, but if she did, she didn't care anymore and moaned louder now, the sound music to my ears, and I continued until she reached her zenith.

"I won, Ellsworth. I finally defeated you." I laughed heartily, and I was surprised when she suddenly flipped us over and ground against me until I let out a moan as well.

From that day on, we realized how compatible we were in bed and agreed on a physical relationship without any feelings involved. Our bodies have a great chemistry, even though we still don't like each other.

Three years later, she still lost to me in bed.