Romance /Among the Books

On the day after my postgraduate exams, my roommate dragged me to a bar to celebrate.

But the next morning, I woke up to realize the towering host I'd slept with was actually our university librarian!

I initially thought I'd taken advantage of a handsome man.

But later, when he pinned me to the bed, his voice hoarse as he murmured, "Fernanda, be good. One more time."

Only then did I realized he'd been plotting this all along.

1

On the day after my postgraduate exams, my roommate dragged me to a bar to celebrate. After enduring 168 days of grueling exam prep, I wore the shortest, boldest skirt of my life to the bar that night. My killer waist-to-hip ratio, paired with my sweet, innocent face and hairstyle, created a striking contrast.

Hmph, my bar boys won't know what hit them when Fernanda Reed walked in.

But damn, my first sip of alcohol tasted worse than battery acid!

I'd assumed I could handle three drinks, yet one glass left me utterly disoriented.

While my friends flirted with young guys, I slumped alone at the bar. A man from the next table offered me a drink. Clueless about bar etiquette, I took a tiny sip. He smirked and left, but I didn't care-I desperately needed the restroom.

At the sink, a stunning guy walked in. I gaped at him in the mirror. Holy cow! He was hot! My romantic cravings just hit peak levels.

He glanced at me, startled, but before he could dry his hands, I stealthily pounced into his arms.

He tried to push me away-probably a germaphobe-but I clung to him like a leech. No way I was letting this pristine hottie escaped!

"Why are you here?" he inquired resignedly.

I grinned at him, "Hehe, hunting for a guy with eight-pack abs and... skills."

Then I squinted, admiring his flawless skin, smooth as silk. I shamelessly poked his cheek. So smooth. I was obsessed.

Hehe...

His embrace smelled so intoxicating... until the alcohol churned in my stomach.

I didn't expect the alcohol to hit me so hard; after just one glass, I couldn't hold it in.

And then, as expected, I ended up dirtying his white shirt.

He hauled me to his place, tossed me onto the sofa, and headed to the shower and change. I felt hot and dizzy, perhaps thinking about seeing his abs, so I started undressing and stumbled toward the bathroom.

He'd just wrapped a towel around his waist when I barged in. "Stay back," he warned.

But I ogled his eight-pack abs.

Wow! What a perfect body! I wanted to touch it so badly.

Of course, my sober, well-behaved self would never dare. But drunk and slightly unhinged, I acted without hesitation.

Hmm, so firm, yet smooth to the touch, not bad. My skin burned as I pressed desperately against his cool body, seeking relief.

Realizing something was off, he cursed under his breath before carrying me to his bed, intending to dress and take me to the hospital.

I clung to the bed, slowly inching toward him. The room's heating made me extremely uncomfortable, my skin felt dry and parched.

Though my eyes were closed, it was as if I had a GPS guiding me to wrap my arms around his slender waist from behind.

In my mind, a thousand threads seemed to intertwine. My mouth was dry, my face felt aflame, and I reached for his lips, seeking water.

He turned away, avoiding my lips. "Stop it, let me get dressed and take you to the hospital."

I nestled in his arms, whining softly.

To him, it sounded like a haunting, irresistible plea.

2

He unscrewed a bottle of water and tried to feed me. However, I swayed like a child, spilling the water everywhere.

It dripped from my lips and chin, down my slender neck, soaking the white camisole.

My chest rose and fell like a snowy mountain range.

His temple throbbed heavily, and he resolutely pinched my mouth, forcing water in.

I choked painfully, tears streaming from my closed eyes, pitiful and wretched.

He took a deep breath, carried me to the bed, covered me with a blanket, and went to the bathroom for a wet towel.

I kept kicking the blanket, my limbs twisting and turning.

The pillow was soaked, my tears continued to fall, and my chest started to itch.

At first, it felt like a few venomous bees stinging here and there, targeting sensitive spots, both painful and itchy.

Then it got worse, a dryness from inside out, like being stranded in a desert, desperately needing water. I reached to remove my camisole, intending to unhook my bra.

He came over and grabbed my wrist, saying no.

Feeling both aggrieved and uncomfortable, I opened my tear-filled eyes, "I feel terrible."

I looked at him earnestly, clutching his clothes, climbing up like a child denied a treat.

"I feel terrible, can you help me?" My language skills were failing, repeating the same sentence, constantly climbing onto him, as if grasping a lifeline.

What did it mean to be blinded by her allure? He was experiencing it firsthand.

The handsome guy wrapped his arm around my waist, trying to pull me off, "You idiot, you've been drugged."

In my dazed state, I seemed to hear a mix of annoyance and helpless affection.

"I'll take you to the hospital."

I vaguely heard the word hospital, but it didn't register in my mind. I vaguely realized he wanted to take me away, but where to?

I didn't want to go anywhere. Why was a host being so fussy? Did he only serve wealthy women?

He kept trying to pull me down, while I kept climbing up.

In the middle of the night, in the room, he was in his prime, physically strong, and my constant antics made his breathing irregular.

Tears blurred my vision, and I felt utterly miserable. I clung tightly to his neck, sobbing, "Kiss me, won't you?"

The handsome guy was still awkwardly trying to pull away from me, but his rapid breathing betrayed him.

Driven by instinct, I made a bold move and yanked away the towel that was barely covering him.

I leaned in, kissing his jawline. He tried hard to restrain himself, while my breath warmed his face. I thought he was rejecting me because I was poor and couldn't pay him. "Please, just help me out, okay? I will give you money."

Taking a deep breath, I blurted out what was on my mind, "I've already given you my first kiss, and you, a male escort, are being so fussy."

"What are you talking about?" His restrained demeanor cracked, veins popping on his forehead, and a thin layer of sweat appeared. He seemed a bit surprised.

The pressure below was unbearable.

I continued my inexperienced attempts to kiss him.

He seemed unable to resist any longer, suddenly taking the lead and pushing me onto the bed.

In the end, he still held back, asking, "Are you sure? No regrets?"

I couldn't hold back any longer and pressed his hesitant lips down.

3

After a night of passion, my body ached as if every bone had been delicately rearranged.

I never expected this host to be so skilled, going on all night. He kept whispering sweet nothings, kissing me, and apologizing as I cried out, urging me to endure a little longer. Each time he plunged deeper, the intensity grew, until I finally passed out.

Wow, my first time was amazing! Totally hit the jackpot!

Especially with his pristine, abstinent face saying those things-what a win!

I happily turned my head to look at him, only to be shocked into a distorted expression!

What the-"Brian Fowler?!" I was so shocked I blurted out his name.

Wait, wait, wait-wasn't he the new librarian on the second floor of our school library this semester???

Oh my god, in my dazed state, I ended up sleeping with the librarian. My mind exploded with cries for help. Was it too late to play dead? I was dying here.

So, our school librarian was a male escort? Haha, I've uncovered a huge secret. If this got out on the confession wall, wouldn't there be an uproar about the second-floor librarian being a male escort?

I was secretly laughing, when I noticed Brian staring at me, his expression seemingly asking why I hadn't paid yet.

Wow, he served his student, and didn't he feel embarrassed that his secret had been discovered? Yet here he was, openly asking his student for money. Trembling, I checked my Whatsapp balance of 512 and transferred 500 to Brian, noticing our chat history still stuck on my message, "Are you off work?"

Back when I was preparing for exams and secretly stashed books on the library shelves for convenience. I added him on Whatsapp because he had a tender, expressionless face that was a bit shy and somewhat cocky, like Timothée Chalamet's charming look lately, which hit me right in the heart.

Later, I used my incredibly infectious sweet smile to make my presence known to him, like being the last to leave the library every night, sneaking a smile when hiding books, or purposely sitting where we could make eye contact, eventually tricking him into giving me his Whatsapp.

But this guy was so cold, never responding after we swapped usernames. After that, he didn't reply at all.

Under his puzzled gaze, I planned to slip away quietly.

Suddenly, he grabbed my wrist tightly with his distinct knuckles, asked with a hint of longing, "You're just leaving?" Holy hell!

I thought he was unhappy with the amount I gave him.

"I-I-I, you know I'm a student. This is all my savings. Thank you, boss, for taking me in. I wish you prosperity in your business. I'll take my leave now!" I slowly pried his hand away, retreating, barefoot, planning to make my escape.

Brian reached out, pulled the blanket, and successfully wrapped me back into his embrace.

"What are you doing? A gentleman uses words, not force." I pressed against his chest, hmm, it felt really nice.

"Doing you." With that, he kissed me directly.

I managed to gasp between kisses, "I-I-I don't have any more money, okay?"

Before I could finish, I was swept into his urgent kiss.

"A bonus round." After a minute or two, he replied again.

I thought, wow, this was a great deal.

Four

When I got up again, it was already noon, and my stomach was growling. Brian wasn't in bed, and I heard water running in the bathroom. If I didn't slip away now, when would I?

I quickly dressed and made my escape.

After the exams, I still had two professional courses for finals, and my advisor kept urging me about my thesis topic. I suddenly didn't dare to go to my usual spot all semester, fearing the awkwardness of running into him...

Later, I switched to room 202, but couldn't focus on my review. While going out to get water, I accidentally ran into him again.

As he approached, my face turned bright red, wondering what to say.

But then, he just walked past me as if I were invisible!

Oh, so he was pretending to be a stranger, huh!

I was instantly annoyed.

For several days, we acted like strangers in the library, which was exactly what I wanted, but it still felt awkward.

Until New Year's Day, I was eating alone in the cafeteria when a junior came to add me on Whatsapp. He was quite handsome, with big eyes and double eyelids-eyes I envied. Feeling mischievous after exams, I accepted.

Unexpectedly, fate was so coincidental that Brian was sitting at a table diagonally across, witnessing the whole thing.

Then, I saw him rudely come over and sit across from me.

It felt like being caught in an affair.

Wait, no, what affair? He was just a male escort I hired.