CHAPTER 101: WHERE’S JAMAILA?

The other ten thousand..." Nicole’s voice dripped like honey as she tilted her head and ran a finger slowly along his chest. "Consider it a tip for a job well done. You gave me exactly what I wanted...no, more than I expected. I enjoyed myself thoroughly, Dickson, and now..."

She leaned in close, her lips grazing the edge of his ear, her warm breath making his entire body tingle. "...now I want more of you. In fact, I’d like you to become my personal fuckboy. If you agree, you won’t be receiving a thousand bucks per round anymore. From this moment on, you’ll be receiving five thousand for every single round. And who knows..." Her tone dipped into a dangerous purr, low and intoxicating. "...I might even decide to spoil you again, just like tonight. Money will never be a problem for me."

Dickson’s jaw fell open, his eyes going wide as his entire body locked in disbelief. His breath caught in his throat, and for a moment he forgot how to breathe. "Oh my goodness, Nicole!" he finally blurted out, the words spilling past his lips before he could stop himself. Realizing his outburst, he clapped a hand over his mouth, as though he had revealed something he shouldn’t.

His voice cracked with boyish excitement, his chest rising and falling as his heart hammered against his ribs. "I... I don’t even know what to say," he stammered, his voice trembling with raw eagerness. "I’m just glad that you loved my performance in bed. And of course..." A crooked smile tugged at his lips. "...I’d love to keep fucking you."

Nicole’s lips curved into a slow, predatory smile. The look in her eyes was sharp, gleaming with possession. "It’s a deal then," she whispered huskily, her words vibrating with satisfaction. "But just so you know....no one outside this room must ever know what’s happening between us. Not your pathetic little friends, not anyone at school, not even a single soul. This arrangement stays strictly between you and me. Do you understand?"

Dickson chuckled under his breath, though the smirk curling across his lips betrayed the proud spark blazing in his chest. What else would I expect? he thought to himself, biting back a laugh. Of course she’ll want to keep it hidden. The so-called queen of the school could never let the world know she’s letting a scholarship student like me fuck her. She’d rather die than let anyone think she’s lowering herself. Still, in the back of his mind, he knew he wasn’t planning to spill the truth to anyone either....well, anyone except maybe Joe.

He dipped his head slightly, his posture almost courtly. "Accepted, my lady," he murmured, his tone warm and obedient yet laced with a mischievous edge that betrayed his inner delight. "I’ll do whatever you want."

Nicole’s eyes glimmered with wicked triumph. Then, without warning, she pressed her palm hard against his chest and shoved him clean off the bed. Dickson stumbled with a startled grunt, hitting the floor with a thud that shook through his ribs. He blinked up at her in disbelief, his cheeks flushing red.

"Then get dressed and leave," she ordered coldly, her voice once again drenched in authority. Rising gracefully from the bed, she pulled the blanket around her still-glowing body, her silhouette regal even in its nakedness. "I’ll call for you when I need you again. Don’t get the wrong idea, Dickson..." Her voice sharpened. "...we are not in a relationship. You are only my fuckboy. My paid plaything. Nothing more, nothing less." She paused, letting her words sting before allowing her lips to curl into a wicked grin. "But... if you remain a good boy, Dickson, I’ll take very, very good care of you."

Dickson swallowed hard, his throat dry. His pulse thundered in his ears, and a shiver ran down his spine. "Y....yes... I understand, my lady," he replied softly, his voice trembling between nervousness and excitement. Quickly, almost frantically, he began gathering his scattered clothes from the floor, clutching them against his chest. He then hurried toward the bathroom.

The moment the bathroom door clicked shut behind Dickson, Nicole’s playful façade shattered like glass. Her smirk flattened into a cold, calculating expression, and her eyes hardened with a dangerous glint. She reached for her phone on the bed, her fingers moving swiftly as she scrolled through her contacts. Without hesitation, she tapped a familiar number and pressed the device to her ear.

The line connected almost immediately.

"Hey. The work is done," Nicole said smoothly, her lips curling into a slow, satisfied smirk. "How about you?"

"Good," came Auren’s deep voice from the other end. His tone dripped with arrogance, followed by a sharp burst of mocking laughter that sent chills down her spine. "As for me, I’ve got to take things slow. I can’t afford to flop this one. The holy girl isn’t as easy as the cheap guy you just fucked. She’s cautious. Gaining her trust and love will take more acting, more charm, more... finesse."

Nicole rolled her eyes dramatically and let out a soft, dismissive laugh. Lowering her voice to a near whisper, she purred, "Alright then. I’ve got to go now. Let’s meet later at my house. I still want your dick inside me." A sultry chuckle escaped her throat, sharp and seductive.

"What? Is the idiot not good in bed?" Auren asked with a scoff, one eyebrow raised even though she couldn’t see it. "I heard he sleeps with rich girls for a living. Surely he must be good, isn’t he?"

Nicole froze. For the briefest moment, silence consumed the line. Her lips parted, but no sound came. Against her will, flashes of Dickson filled her mind....his relentless thrusts, the raw stamina he unleashed, the way he had made her body betray her by screaming and squirting under his touch. Even now, her core still pulsed, still ached, still dripped from the memory of him.

She clenched her jaw tightly. No. I can’t admit that.

Finally, she scoffed with feigned disdain. "He’s bad. Pathetic, really. And besides..." Her lips twisted bitterly. "...you don’t expect me to admit that I let a cheap bastard like him fuck me like a slut, do you?"

Auren was quiet for a beat. Then his amused voice slithered back into her ear, mocking and unrelenting. "Then what took you so long to reply, hm?"

Nicole’s chest tightened, her brows furrowing as she bit her lower lip until she nearly tasted blood. She exhaled a heavy sigh, trying to mask the turmoil burning in her core. "Because I’m angry," she said sharply. "Angry that I even allowed that cheap ass to have his hands all over me. Angry that I lowered myself that far."

Auren’s laugh came low and cruel, the sound of a man who enjoyed twisting the knife. "Don’t worry about it. I’ll make it up to you once we meet again. You’ll forget all about him when I’m finished with you." His voice carried the promise of dark, twisted pleasure before the line clicked off.

Nicole stared at her phone in silence, then let out a long, frustrated sigh.

I’m sorry, Auren... but Dickson is actually good. Too good. And I’ll keep him around to fuck me hard whenever I want, just so I don’t sink into misery about our sex life again. Because with you, it’s only pain. You enjoy your twisted BDSM too much, and I’m done pretending that it satisfies me.

****

Meanwhile, the moment Auren ended the call, he turned sharply on his heel and made his way toward the swimming pool. His strides were quick and purposeful, his arrogance evident even in the way he moved.

By now, students had already crowded the hallways, their chatter filling the air. Yet Auren cut through them like a blade through water, not bothering to acknowledge a single soul. When he reached the poolside entrance, he swiftly unlocked the door with his spare key, his hand gripping the knob firmly. But before he could step inside....

"Move!"

Victoria suddenly appeared, her presence like a storm. Anger was etched into every line of her face, her eyes blazing with fury. She didn’t waste her breath on greetings or explanations. Without hesitation, she shoved Auren out of the way with surprising force and marched straight into the swimming pool center.

"What the hell is wrong with you, lady?!" Auren snapped, his tone sharp, his face twisted with irritation as he stumbled back a step. His pride bristled at being manhandled.

"I should be asking you the same thing....what are you doing here?" Victoria shot back, her voice laced with venom. Her gaze swept across the pool area, sharp and desperate, scanning for any trace of Jamaila.

Her instincts screamed at her that something was wrong. She had already asked Joe, Blonde, Rose, and even her brothers to meet her here soon, just in case Auren tried to pull one of his stunts.

Her voice cracked like a whip as she turned back toward him. "Where’s Jamaila? What have you done to her?"

Victoria stormed past him, searching frantically around the pool. She checked the dressing center, her heart racing, but there was no sign of Jamaila anywhere. Her fists clenched at her sides as a sickening realization began to creep in.

"Where the hell is she then?" she demanded, her voice trembling with equal parts fear and fury.

"I told her to wait here while I went to get her a new uniform," Auren retorted, his words sharp, his jaw tight with irritation. He dragged a frustrated hand through his hair, his other hand dropping the folded uniform he had been carrying onto the floor. His eyes narrowed as he shot her a glare. "I found it strange when I called out to her and got no response. I had to get a spare key, and when I inserted it into the knob....it opened. I thought maybe she had fallen asleep inside, and that was why she didn’t answer me. But now..." His voice grew darker as he looked around the empty pool. "...now you’re telling me she’s not here?"