Touch Me

“ - I... I need to be alone, Logan muttered, looking away.

- If it's because of Alice or because you played spy for my dad last year, I've forgiven you,” Easton reassured him.

“ - It's not about that. I'd like to have a room to myself, he replied carefully.

- So you can get laid without getting in my face?

- That's right.

- OK... sorry. I can ask Alice to stay at her place from time to time.

- No, Easton, it's not that. I want to be more independent and...

- And not teach her what you do with girls, right? I cut him off, making him stop.

- Why? What do you do with girls? tried to understand Ant.

- I get them into bed and then I obviously do them.

- And you get paid for it! I added angrily.

- What the hell are you saying?” Easton snapped, stunned.

I fell silent. The bomb had gone off because of me and now, like a coward, I was letting Logan pay the consequences alone.

“ - You're doing... the gigolo? whispered Ant, unable to believe his own words.

Logan nodded.

- And you knew? Easton asked, his eyes blazing.

- Yes, I found out about it a month ago, I admitted. I told him not to do it, that if he needed money I'd give it to him, that if his mother found out, she'd kill him, that... “

Unfortunately, I didn't have time to finish because Easton threw himself at Logan and started hitting him.

“ Have you gone crazy? What the hell are you thinking? he yelled at him as Ant tried to pull them apart. I tried to intervene as well, but my left leg and shoulder hurt like hell.

- It wasn't planned. Two months ago I slept with a girl who wouldn't let me go, who started telling me she loved me. I told her I was sleeping for money and she stopped stalking me. And suddenly, a few weeks later, girls came up to me to fuck and asked me how much it cost. I came out with a high amount thinking I'd get rid of it and instead... It started like this. I swear.”

They all stared at Logan. He had an athletic, powerful, groomed physique. Impossible to go unnoticed. If one added to it his eyes of seducer which captured thousand nuances going of the turquoise to the green, it was folded. No woman could ever resist him.

“ Stop it now!

- I earn a lot of money and for once girls don't ask me to love them or become their boyfriend.

- Another one allergic to relationships, muttered Ant cynically.

- That's the pot calling the kettle black, I replied with a sarcastic laugh.

- I'm speechless, muttered Easton, stunned by the news. Now that the anger had subsided, only sadness and disappointment remained. You were always the most mature and responsible of the group. You were the one I turned to when I had a problem and now, you're telling me you're going to throw away your future to be a gigolo?

- I don't have the resources you do and I don't have a professional career ahead of me. Whereas you, Easton, will be a great lawyer. You, Ant, will be a programmer or game designer and you, Ryo... Your grandfather will leave you the most sought-after advertising agency in the state.

- Except that I'm not interested, I reminded him.

- You can't go on racing motorcycles illegally and living off your family's money.

- As soon as I get up, I'll make you bite the dust. My bike...

- By the way, about your Kawasaki, the fork broke during the accident, Ant told me, moving away slowly to avoid ending up in the whirlwind of anger that took hold of me as soon as I realized the extent of the damage.

- I'll buy a new one. I tried to think of a solution, taking a deep breath before the anger took over.

- You said your grandfather would cut you off if you screwed up again.

- He doesn't need to know what happened.

- Too late, Easton tells me.

- Who the fuck told him? I was losing it.

- That girl who was there at the time of the accident. Felicity Roadfield. She called Jackson Company because she knew you were Bradley Jackson's grandson. Your grandfather is in London but he's on his way back. He called my dad to see how you were doing and to ask me to keep an eye on you until he gets here,” Easton told me uncomfortably.

I was at a loss for words.

“ - Hey, is everything okay? asked Ant, who wasn't used to seeing me so calm.

- Where is this Felicity Roadfield? I simply said.

5

FELICITY

“ He'll never forgive me, will he? I sobbed desperately, letting Kira and Alice console me.

- I don't know. You've known him longer than we have. What kind of guy is Ryo?” Alice tried to understand.

- Cruel? Spiteful? Unable to forgive? Vindictive? Enigmatic? Sneaky? I let out a sarcastic sigh, distressed as can be, because I knew that every adjective I had used described him perfectly.

- Aren't you a little too prejudiced against him? I don't think he's that bad,” Kira tried to calm me down.

I didn't have time to answer her when we heard a loud knock on the door.

Alice opened the door and Ryo and Easton burst into the room.

“ I will kill you! Do you understand me? You're dead!” attacked Ryo coming towards me and risking to fall despite the crutch that helped him to walk. Luckily, Easton had a firm grip on him. I'm going to slash you!

“ - I'm sorry. Really, I whispered, overwhelmed with guilt and intimidated by those dark eyes that looked like they could kill with a glance.

- Sorry for what? You fucking made me crash like a moron! But most of all you ruined my beloved bike! I demand you buy it back from me!

- I'm sorry, I don't have any money... If I get a job, I could give you...

- I want it now!

- Sorry, Ryo, but you're not poor. I don't see why you can't buy another motorcycle on your own, Alice interjected cheekily.

- I can't because that bitch called my grandfather and cut me off!

- I beg your pardon. I thought I was doing something good, I said.

- I don't give a shit about your fucking apology! You... You...” he growled angrily. But I burst into tears. It seemed I hadn't done the right thing and I didn't know how to make it up to him.

“ And don't try to cry!

- You'll never forgive me, will you? I whispered in a broken voice.

- Never... Unless you really show me that you want to be forgiven.

- How?

- Surprise me,” he said curtly before turning and walking away.

6

RYO

“ Damn, that girl is choking on guilt and you slaughtered her. You're such an asshole, Logan said when we were done taking my stuff to Easton's room instead of his. Even though I wasn't convinced, I finally gave in and moved into this little room I would be sharing with one of my best friends for the next few months.

- Shut up, gigolo, I insulted him, made nervous by the pain in my shoulder and the fact that he was defending the one who was the source of all my misfortunes.

- Double asshole, he sighed bitterly as he threw himself on Easton's bed.

- Instead of wasting time with this bullshit, we could think about how to help you for the courses, since the doctors told you to remain with rest for at least one week worried Ant while seizing the tablet where he preserved all types of information. And the ones he didn't have, he was hacking on the university's website. From what I've seen, if we put together my notes, Easton's notes, and the one whose name must not be spoken, we should be able to cover every course.

- If I were Felicity, I wouldn't help you after the way you treated her, Logan muttered before I could shut him up by throwing a pillow in his face.

- I'll take care of her. She's a friend of Alice's and I'll get her to help us, Easton interjected, immediately sending a message to his girlfriend based on the plan Ant had already prepared and sent to everyone.

- I don't give a shit about school, I exploded as the pain became more and more unbearable.

- If your grandfather hears you...

- My grandfather can go burn in hell!

The door to the room opened wide at the same moment.

"And I will go my dear grandson. But not before I set you straight, my grandfather said as he entered the room and took in every particle of air there was. I always felt this way with him: apneic, ready to die from his sharp eyes and despotic tone.

“ - Hello, Mr. Jackson, my friends exclaimed in unison, intimidated. They too had never managed to impose themselves in front of this powerful man who emanated power and destruction from every pore.

- Get out of here, he replied, and the room emptied in a second.

Cowards !

Dear Ryo, we're down to three with this latest bullshit, he began to torment me with his deep, threatening voice.

- You don't even ask me how I am?

- I've already spoken to your doctors and the hatred in your eyes tells me that you're not in enough pain to accept what I'm about to tell you without discussion.

- You can't command me.

- Are you sure?”

No, I wasn't. Even my father depended on him and would never do anything to upset him. He was too fragile and alone to fight such a stepfather. The only chance of survival was to distance himself.

I avoided him too. I hadn't told him about my accident because I didn't want to worry him, and I knew my grandfather wouldn't say anything because he took too much pleasure in being the one pulling the strings of his puppets.

“ You dropped field hockey and I didn't say anything. You got pulled over in a clandestine motorcycle race and I warned you that if I caught you again on any form of transportation, I would punish you. And now you've had an accident on that damn motorcycle, which I promptly wrecked before you could even think of getting it fixed.

- How dare you? I exploded, but he ignored me.

-I'm not done yet. I just told the bank to cancel your credit cards. From now on, you're poor, boy.

- How do I live?

- I already got you a job. You're going to work for the Jackson Company , just as soon as you get well.

- I'm not going to work for you!

- You will, or you can kiss this whole thing goodbye. Not to mention your klutz of a father...

- He's got nothing to do with this!

- I'll tell him about all the stupid things his son does.”

It was hard to swallow because even though I didn't have much of a relationship with my father, I didn't want to hurt him. He had already had enough problems with my mother, who had caused him to have a nervous breakdown.

“ You're a bastard, I snarled fiercely, but he laughed.

- Yes, I am, and remember that my blood runs through your veins too. There's a reason why a lot of people say we're so much alike.”

It was true. We had the same build and ebony eyes. My skin was more amber than his, which was dark, while his jet black hair was sprinkled with gray.

“ I want you to become a model student and stop being evil like your...mother was,” he added, stumbling over the last word. Talking about his daughter was like opening a bloody wound that would never heal.

He didn't wait for me to answer. He turned and walked away.

I threw myself onto the bed, causing a twinge in my cracked rib.

I tried to breathe normally again, inhaling the last of the oxygen left in the room.

I was trying to get the tension down when I heard another knock at the door.

“ Come in,” I shouted, angry at the constant coming and going, which only brought bad news.

The door opened slowly and the woman who would soon populate my nightmares entered.

I looked at her for a long time, wondering how this anonymous and insignificant girl had managed to make such a mess of my life.

Her knotted hair left her round, pale face free, in which two large dark circles highlighted her red, swollen eyes under a pair of dark glasses.

It was obvious that what had happened had shaken her deeply and I knew in my heart that it was also my fault, because I was speeding on my motorcycle, but the idea of unloading all the responsibility on her was easier to bear.

“ Hi... Am I... bothering you? she whispered shyly as she approached with a box in her hand.

- What do you want?

- I wanted to give you this... she said, handing me the container. It's blueberry muffins. I hope you like them. It's a peace offering, and I also wanted to tell you that I've already agreed with your friends about the notes. We have a lot of classes together, so I'll be able to bring you all the course work seen each day. And if you need to go to the doctor or anywhere, I have a car. I can drive you around and run errands for you.”

She was practically offering to be my personal slave.

I held back a smile and opened the box from which emanated an incredible scent of blueberries, butter, sugar, vanilla...

I bit into a cake.

It was delicious and very tender. Exactly like the girl who was facing me, with her unctuous forms hidden under black flared pants and a long white tee-shirt that covered her generous buttocks.

“ It's not bad, I declared as I began to eat the second muffin.

- It's my pleasure. You know, I made them in the kitchen lab of the club I belong to,” she explained with embarrassment.

I settled more comfortably on the bed and was again pierced by a painful twinge in my shoulder.

“ - Do you want a painkiller? she said immediately.

- I don't know where I put them. I've been looking for them for hours.

- Maybe they're here," she said, pointing to a bag with the pharmacy symbol on it. She opened it and took out the damn medicine.”

She handed me a pill and a glass of water.

I swallowed it all and lay back on the bed, exhausted.

I was dead and the day never seemed to end.

I fell asleep without realizing it.

I didn't even feel Felicity put a blanket over me and quietly leave the room.

When I woke up, I was shaken by Easton, my cellmate.

“ Are you coming to dinner? he asked me as he ate a muffin from Felicity.

- I'm not hungry, I replied, exhausted and in pain.

- These muffins are good. Where did you get them?

- Felicity made them.

- What the hell? He jerked and spit out the cake, waking me up immediately.

- What's wrong with you?

- Felicity is friends with Alice.

- What's wrong with that?

- Don't you remember what Alice did to me when I ate her cake after treating her badly?

- Oh, fuck! I recalled, startled. Are you saying Felicity put a laxative in the muffins too?

- I don't know, but her friendship with Alice may not have done her any good.

- I still don't understand how you can date this public menace! Find Alice and have her tell you if I need to run to the hospital to get my stomach pumped, dammit!”

In an instant, Easton called his girlfriend, who immediately reassured him that Felicity was too nice to do something like that, even though she had suggested it to her given the way she had been treated.

I lay back down with a sigh of relief, four pillows in my back to ease the pain in my rib.

I prayed that the day would come to an end as soon as possible and finally fell asleep on the medication.

7

FELICITY

I returned to Ryo's place the next day.

Seeing him so tired and unwell had hurt me a lot, but the way he had thrown himself on my muffins had made me feel better.

Kira was right to advise me to make him a dessert.

Driven by the hope of being forgiven, I went to Ryo's that afternoon with the marketing and business notes, along with my latest culinary experiment: a vegan pistachio tiramisu.

Easton had told Alice that Ryo loved pistachios, so I'd been looking for a way to cook them with more flavor.

Alice and Kira had been my assistants and had said that it was sublime. So I was feeling confident.

***

RYO

I had to wait until late afternoon to see my personal slave again.

“ Finally! I greeted her with a note of reproach that made her tense.

- I'm sorry for the delay, but I've prepared a pistachio tiramisu for you” she said, handing me a tray.

I opened it. Inside, I also found a small spoon.

Having eaten only one sandwich all day, I was starving.

I immediately plunged the spoon into the creamy, fragrant dessert.

The consistency was extremely appetizing.

Since I have a weakness for pistachios, I put a big spoonful in my mouth.

I savored this dessert dedicated to pleasure and sensuality under the watchful eye of Felicity sitting on the bed next to me, ready to show me the notes she had taken.

Damn, this dessert was delicious!

Too good to be just a peace offering.

I stared into her bright, glowing eyes, attentive to my mouth, waiting for...

“ I'm not going to fuck you,” I broke it off immediately.

Her cheeks turned bright red in an instant and her wide, shame-filled eyes met mine suspiciously.

In a fit of nervousness, she leapt to her feet and dropped all the notes to the floor.

“ But no! But I... What are you talking about? I don't want to... she stammered.

I had to restrain myself not to burst out laughing.

- You prepare me this incredible tiramisu. It is normal that I think that you made it so that I sleep with you, isn't it?

-Well, you're wrong. I don't cook to do... that thing, she stammered, even more embarrassed than before.

- God, I knew you were stupid, but not that stupid! I giggled, feeling sorry for her. How could anyone have such a weapon at their disposal and not use it to bend men to their will?”

She remained silent and stared at me.

I could read the hesitation on her face between taking this sentence as a compliment or an offense.

“ There's laundry to do, I said sternly, brushing away that crumb of hope that she might like me enough to say something nice. And tomorrow I expect something nutty.”

Like a brave little slave, she took the basket of dirty laundry and headed for the laundry room, leaving me alone with this heavenly tiramisu.

***

FELICITY

He liked my tiramisu!

“ There's laundry to do, I said sternly, brushing away that crumb of hope that she might like me enough to say something nice. And tomorrow I expect something nutty.”

The emotion that this thought unleashed almost made me tremble. The idea of cooking for someone and seeing them eat with pleasure was priceless.

And Ryo had almost purred like a cat when he tasted my pistachio tiramisu.

And not only that! He even asked me to cook something else for him!

I was in seventh heaven, although my cheeks were still burning at the memory of what he had told me about wanting to sleep with him.

I was too smart and rational to imagine sleeping with a boy I would never have and who would never want me.

I wasn't that stupid.

Ryo had this dark, tormented, mysterious, dangerously sensual beauty that made it impossible not to notice him, but he also gave off a neon-like light that proclaimed “Untouchable.” He had closed his heart, if he ever had one, to all feeling. And falling in love with him meant getting seriously burned and losing part of his own heart.

I thought for a long time while his clothes spun in the window of the washing machine.

It was the first time I had ever touched a man's underwear. It was embarrassing, but I eventually closed my eyes and stuffed everything into the machine.

When the washing and drying was done, I took the clothes out.

"Oh my God!" I shouted as I picked up Ryo's socks. I was sure they were white, but they were now red.

I took out the rest.

Luckily, the sweaters and jeans were all dark and had escaped, but the white T-shirts, boxers and socks had turned red.

I sorted through the clothes and finally found a huge bright red bra. It was the one that had rubbed off.

How could I not have seen it when I loaded the machine?

I had closed my eyes.

“ Well, it's not my fault he leaves the underwear of the girls he sleeps with in the middle of the dirty laundry!”

I folded everything with a sigh and took it back to the bedroom, where I also found Logan.

“ I washed it all, but the bra rubbed off and stained the rest,” I said hastily, trying not to be in awe of Logan's beauty.

- What the fuck are you talking about? said Ryo, bending over the basket and seeing his red socks. What the hell did you do?”

- It's not my fault, I justified myself under his murderous gaze while Logan burst out laughing.

- You got caught, buddy! Felicity, you should know that Ryo has a second identity that only frequents drag queens, Logan told me, and Ryo punched him in the face.

- This bra is not mine!

- It's probably your girlfriend's, I said, knowing that Ryo was single. He was having fun and that was that.

- And what a girlfriend! With tits like that, you can only fuck her if she's not on top of you or you'll choke to death, laughed Logan even louder as he took the bra which was so big that even my already large breasts would have floated inside.

- What the hell are you talking about! I don't fuck with women with big tits! Ryo explained angrily. This is your fault! You're a walking disaster, you're just able to ruin my life! But this time I didn't listen.

- I'm sorry, but that was your business. It's not my fault,” I said quickly before walking away.

I was heading towards my room when a girl with a more than generous chest and probably the fruit of the scalpel of a plastic surgeon stopped me.

“ Excuse me, I just saw you coming back from the laundry room. You did not find a red bra somewhere? she asked me by making a moue of duck.

- No,” I lied before locking myself in my room. If Ryo found out that bra was already in the washing machine, he would kill me.

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