Trouble: A BWWM Bad-Boy Billionaire Romance (4 page)

I
should be doing
my homework, even if it wasn't due for another week. However, Andrea was already using her purchases. Why couldn't I use mine?

I took out the batteries and my brand-new vibrator. I cut through the package with scissors. I never understood why people insisted on packaging things in a way that made them so hard to open. Finally, I got the vibrator free and put the trash into our trashcan. Andrea wasn't coming home tonight, so it was just me and my vibrator.

I pressed the power button on the top, but nothing happened. I looked at the instruction manual that I'd put in the trash. Thankfully, the bag was empty of anything but the vibrator's packaging.

It said that step one was taking out a tab. I pulled the tab out. The second one was checking that the batteries were properly installed. I untwisted the cap. There were batteries already inside of the vibrator. I put the cap back on, and I turned it on.

I lay on my bed with my vibrator between my legs. It felt so good and tingly, although nothing like I thought it would feel like. I was pretty sure that sex didn't feel like this. It was just nice. I could feel my folds getting slicker and slicker.

I closed my eyes, trying to think of some hot guy. I was pretty partial to Liam Hemsworth as Gale in The Hunger Games. He was so gritty and masculine.

Unbidden, an image of Trouble came into my mind. I tried to change the channel to Matt Bomer in Magic Mike when he was on top of that very lucky extra. No dice. The channel came back to Trouble.

I opened my eyes and turned off my vibrator. I walked over to my Kindle, and I opened to a very steamy bundle about shifters. I settled in, reading about the wild and crazy sex that various sets of women got into with one man or multiple partners. When I was halfway through, my batteries ran out.

A light clicked on. That's why they insisted that I get rechargeable batteries.

With my lower half naked, I got out the pack of my batteries. I threw away the old 2 batteries and installed the new ones. I pressed the button. It didn't go.

I wasn't done with my book yet! I went and unscrewed it again. This time, I realized that inside there were plus and minus signs to show where my batteries should go. I put my batteries in properly. I pressed the power button, and my vibrator roared to life. I hoped my dorm mates couldn't hear the buzzing.

I finished the books, but I still wanted more. This time, when my mind switched the channel to Trouble, I just surrendered. We hadn't spoken in months. It was harmless to fantasize about a ghost, even if he lived just across the street from you.

I thought about his soft hair and his sexy eyes that promised you all kinds of sexual fulfillment. Like those shifters, he would strip you naked and eat you alive. His body was perfectly muscular and defined in beautiful ridges. My favorite part of his body was his broad shoulders. They were twice the width of mine.

I imagined my body wrapping around him as he took me again and again. First slow and sweet in a bed. Then, fast and hard on my hands and knees. The third time, we'd go at it on a couch, with me bending over and holding on for dear life as he fucked me hard. The fourth time, he'd worship my body again, just like the first time. I opened my eyes after so many orgasms. I wiped off my vibrator with the hand sanitizer that I had, a gigantic bottle that my mother had given me to refill the tiny one that I had hanging off of my backpack. I liked my vibrator a lot, although I didn't think that it had done what Andrea had intended it to do. She had wanted me to get over my sexual frustration. Instead, it just made me want Trouble much more. I knew that he was the one for me, even though I hadn't seen him in months.

I sighed. I wanted more from him, but it wasn't likely that he'd ever give me anything.

There was a knock on my door.

I pulled my panties back on. They'd probably be absorbing a lot of cream, but there was no help for it.

W
as Andrea coming back early
? But she had a key.

"Hey," I said as I pulled open the door.

"Hi." It was the face I'd been fantasizing about mere minutes ago, the reason why my panties were soaked through.

"Oh. Hello." I was stiff, because he hadn't talked to me for so long.

"Um, do you want to hang out with me?"

"Like what? Like as friends? Or like a date? You know, I've already spent the night with you."

My joke fell totally flat. He looked really, really uncomfortable, shifting his weight between his feet. "Like a date."

"Whoa." I blinked. "Seriously?"

His eyes met mine. "Seriously. Do you want to?"

"Yeah, yeah, of course." I tried not to sound too eager. "When do you want to go on a date?" My voice rose in pitch on that last word. Keep cool, Laila!

"Now."

I blinked. "Now?"

"Right now."

Holy crackers. "Oh. Okay. Um, I'll be right out."

I shut the door in his face, then I covered my face with my hands as I hyperventilated.

What was I going to do? At least Andrea had had some notice before she went on her date!

I put on a fresh pair of panties, and I put on a pretty dress. There wasn't even time to put on more makeup than a tiny bit of lip gloss and mascara.

"I'm ready," I said, opening the door.

"You look nice," he told me, his eyes scanning my body. "Is that a different outfit?"

"Yeah, it is." I wrapped my arms around my body, feeling completely self conscious.

"I like it." He held my hand, and we walked down to his motorcycle holding hands like a couple.

My mom had thrown a complete fit when Trouble and Chris came home with a pair of matching Harley-Davidsons. She said that no son of hers would ever ride a donorcycle. It took Dad a full week to convince her to let the boys keep them. The compromise was that both of the boys had two helmets and all the safety gear you could imagine for motorcyclists. Trouble had a badass leather jacket that was custom tailored, because his shoulders were so wide. 

"Here," he said. "Put on my extra helmet." I put it on. It was so big and clunky, but it felt very safe. 

He got on and turned on the motor. I straddled his back, sitting on the seat behind him. I leaned against his hard back, loving the rich scent of the leather.

He pulled his motorcycle onto the road. The wind whipped past us and the road disappeared under our wheels. I had never felt so completely free. Trouble was more daring than I was, and I felt like he was shaking me out of my normal rut. I loved feeling the vibration of the motor coming through my body and his. It felt like we were connected at a cosmic level, like we were two tuning forks resonating at the same pitch. Being on his bike and wrapping my body around his felt better than my vibrator. My new panties were already getting soaked.

We ended up at the AMC near campus. "I already have our tickets." We went straight to the adolescent who was taking tickets, and he scanned Trouble's tickets.

"What are we seeing?"

"The newest James Bond."

For him, I'd watch anything.

Trouble bought a large popcorn. He took it to the butter station and just slathered butter all over it. The entire top was pure butter.

"Oh my god. Do you want to have some popcorn with your butter? Jeez. Why aren't you a thousand pounds?"

He slapped his abs. "Swimming. Come on."

We sat down in the theater. Because it wasn't night yet and a weekday, there weren't very many people. Trouble took us to the center, where the best seats were. I pushed the drink holder between us up, and I leaned against his shoulder. I felt his body go a little stiff, but when I didn't do any more, he relaxed. He put his arm around my shoulder lightly, as if I were a soap bubble that might pop if he touched me too roughly.

We ate popcorn. I watched the gunfights, explosions, and fire on the screen. Guys got on girls for liking soppy rom-coms, but James Bond movies were all about wish fulfillment for guys, too. Lee Goldberg, a best-selling author and the creator of Monk, said that action and adventure stories were Harlequins for men, and I agreed. The main difference was that there were plenty of women who were willing to watch one.

I was quiet during the movie, only stopping to throw popcorn at the screen. I did not know why people liked these movies so much. Sometimes, I liked Bruce Willis movies. However, I highly preferred romantic comedies.

His arm felt warm and solid around me. I melted a little bit inside. I knew that I was pretending, but I did not care. I would take what I could get.

We watch the movie, and I thought that this was the best movie ever. Not because of the plot, but because he was holding me the entire time.

When the movie was over, we stayed even though everybody left. At the end of the credits, there was an extra bonus scene.

We watched it in silence.

"Are you ready to go?"

Our popcorn bucket was empty, and he threw it out at the trashcan at the door.

As we walked outside, I was dazzled by the bright sunshine.

"Where are we going now?"

"We are going to my favorite Korean restaurant."

"
W
hat is it called
?"

He rubbed his nose. “It is called Gen. It’s great.“

We got on his motorcycle, putting on our helmets, and I enjoyed the ride. It was over too soon. We went into the Korean restaurant. It was packed to the gills, with the line going out the door. There were dozens of people waiting.

However, Trouble knew the host. Instead of waiting in line, we were directed to a table. It had a reserved sign on it, but the host took it away. He gave us menus and bowed as he left us.

"I am not an expert on Korean food," I said.

"That is okay." Trouble did not even open his menu."I know what we want."

I normally liked to order my own food, but there was something nice about letting someone else order for me, especially when I did not know what I liked here.

When our waiter came, Trouble immediately rattled off a list of numbers. The waiter gave us ice water, and then he went to the kitchen to put in our order.

When the food came, someone turned on the grill. It was amazing to grill at our table. Trouble was an expert with the cooking tongs.

"When did you learn to eat Korean food?"

"Do you remember Anna Park?"

"That Korean girl that you dated for a week?"

"Yes. We did not last long, but she did give me a taste for Korean food."

"To be fair, no girl lasted long with you." I did not like thinking about it. "Why am I different?"

"You just are."

I stuffed my face with meat. Trouble ate 3 times as much as I did, and he still ordered more.

"I am tapping out. I cannot eat another bite."

"That's okay. I can eat the rest."

He did eat the rest. Our plates were completely clean by the time that someone came to the change out our grill. The waiter came back.

"Is there anything else I can get for you?"

“No, I think that we are done."

Trouble handed him a hundred dollar bill. He and I got our stuff and went to leave.

On the motorcycle ride back to my dorm, I could feel extra tension in his back. I knew what he did on normal dates. I did not know if I was ready for that.

When we got there, he turned off his motorcycle. I felt apprehensive. Was this the night that I was going to lose my virginity?

He took me to my door, and he looked uncomfortable.

I looked up. ”Well, I guess that I should thank you for a good night."

Instead of saying goodbye, his mouth crashed down on mine. Though I was initially shocked, I responded quickly. He explored my mouth with his expert tongue, and I felt pleasure that I have never felt before. I had never been kissed like this.

When we were both gasping for air, he stopped. I panted, trying to get my breath back.

"Bye."

I watched him walk away from me. He went out the door, and a little while later I could hear his motorcycle. He drove it across the street.

I had no idea what was going on with him. However, it was my first date. I knew that it was a very good one. I felt all happy and glowy inside. But I was also very confused. I knew that his normal modus operandi was nothing like the chaste, no-sex ending that we had just had.

I looked in the mirror. I looked nothing like those perfect sorority girls, with their long blonde hair and blue eyes and their super-long legs up to their armpits. Maybe I just was too ugly and gross to attract a guy like him.

I’d just had my first date, and it was a pity date. I sat on my bed, staring at the wall and trying not to cry. Crying never solved anything.

Five minutes later, my phone rang. Trouble was calling me.

"Yes? Did you forget something?" Like taking my virginity. Or maybe telling me that I’m ugly.

"Do you want to go on another date tomorrow?"

I felt myself soaring. Trouble rarely went on multiple dates with one woman, let alone on consecutive days.

"Okay."

"I will see you at 6 PM."

I
woke
up when Andrea came back.

"I wondered when you would be back. We have an 8 o'clock class, you know."

"I know. That's why I'm back. Otherwise, I would be spending my day making sweet love to David."

“Too much information."

She stripped out of last night's dress, and she put on jeans and a crop top.

"Let's go."

We stopped at the Starbucks near our class before we went there. She needed it. I could see from the dark circles under her eyes that she had not slept last night.

While we were waiting in a long line, I asked her, "How was it?"

"It was wonderful." Andrea was bashful right now, playing with her hair.

"Come on, I want details. If you give me details, I will tell you all about my date last night."

"What? You had a date last night, too?"

I raised my eyebrows, because I had juicy gossip for once.

She tugged on my arm. "Spill."

“You have to go first."

“Okay, but then you have to tell me everything." She shook out her hair. “So, he picked me up, then we went to the Philharmonic, then I slept over at his place. Done. Now you."

"Hold up." I shook my head. "That's a complete cop out. More details, please."

"Well, when we went to his place, David taught me this thing with his tongue..."

"Ew! Ok, no. I'll tell you what went on last night." I took a breath, and we stepped forward another spot in line. "Trouble asked me out last night."

"Last night? And you went on a date on the same night?"

I nodded.

"Girl, he must really like you."

"You think?" I touched the back of my neck.

"I know! That's awesome. Wait a minute. I wasn't there. Did you have to get ready all by yourself?"

"He gave me like a half second of notice before we went on our date."

"Oh my gosh, seriously?"

"Yeah, and I also probably had helmet hair. Gross."

"What? Why were you wearing a helmet? Did he take you on a tandem bike on the beach or something?"

"No. He has a motorcycle."

Her eyes got huge. "You went on a motorcycle ride? Dang, girl, I had no idea you were such a hardass."

The person in front of her turned around to look at me.

"Shh," I chided. "Seriously, just shut up."

"Did you pop your cherry?" she said even louder.

I wanted to melt through the floor.

"No. There was no cherry popping."

People stopped staring at us.

"My gosh, could you BE more embarrassing?"

"You better tell me the whole thing tonight, or I will embarrass you later!"

We were finally at the front of the line, and we ordered two Frappuccinos.

I looked down at my cellphone. "Ugh. We're going to be late if this takes more than 3 minutes."

"Chill out. Our professor doesn't even care. He comes in late half the time."

"Yeah, because the class is at the asscrack of dawn."

"Girl, I've been up at dawn. Well, so have you. This is not the asscrack of dawn. It's more like the shining smile of dawn."

"Whatever." She covered a yawn with her hand.

They called our names, and we got our Fraps. I practically sprinted to class, leaving her a few steps behind me.

I got to a desk. Only half of the class was there. Andrea strolled in, nonchalantly sipping at her Frap. I started sucking mine down. I needed both the sugar and caffeine to make it through this class.

I got a text from Trouble.

Are we still on for 6?

Yes

Good

The teacher came in, finally. We started class, and I put my phone away in my backpack. I wanted to keep talking to Trouble, but I also needed to pay attention. Good thing my phone was on silent, or I would've been trying to check it all through class.