Temptation

Chapter 51

« Le début de la fin. »

« The beginning of the end. »
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Warning! Little sexual scene ahead.
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"I can't believe you're fucking this?" Xavier shoved a piece of garlic bread in his mouth, staring at the new large portrait in the dining hall entry.

"Yeah. They are literally worshiping his ass now. He is so going to get mad." I snorted.

In honor of Julian restarting his modeling career, somebody decided it was fun to make a big ass poster of his new photoshoot and put it up for everyone to admire. That picture wasn't appropriate to be displayed in a school dining hall. The photograph was an assembly of hotness. His long and muscular body leaning on a stool, leg crossed, his abundant, long hair flatly slid back. How many gel bottles and sprays did it take to do that hairstyle? He looked so...godly strange with the bat eyeliner. I was so amazed at how comfortable he was to try new things when he was modeling. However, I doubt Julian would appreciate his picture being shown as such.

The girls were skirting over it, and the guys were scornfully eyeing it. He made it to the front cover of Dior. I was so proud of him. Part of me envied his freedom. I wanted to try out these things too. That would have been possible only if my dad was still alive, unfortunately.

He was so fine and sexy. I missed him so much. He was gone for the weekend, and he was so busy, we hardly talked. I knew he wasn't too fond of us laying low, but I had to trust my gut. That was the only way I could be sure everything was fine.

"Look at his tattoos. Oh, God-."

"Xavier, stop drooling over my boyfriend." I loudly slurped my pineapple milkshake.

His tattoos were indeed one of his most impressive features. He had wings, seraphim wings. The feathers covered his whole back. Seven well-inked symbols horizontally down his spine. The seven deadly sins. I didn't understand the meaning of this tattoo. I interpreted it as he felt he was carrying his guilt on his back. It was my favorite tattoo of his, after the one on his cock.

"My apologies, miss girl." He rolled his eyes.

Agea dropped her purse on the table, flipped her blonde hair and graciously pulled out the chair, and sat in front of me. I never took the time to examine her features in detail. She was gorgeous. She mirrored the first aurora of sunrise. She flourished as she wore bright colors like purple and pink every day. She was a natural Barbie. Who would have thought we would be sitting across each other today without quarreling?

"Good morning sluts, I have an idea. I have been everywhere in Europe, and I was thinking for this summer, we should go to Africa." She hardly smiled like a three years old high on sugar.

What?

"Okay, where?" Xavier cracked his knuckles and stretched widely while yawning.

Agea's smile slowly disappeared as she looked at us in confusion.

"What do you mean where? Africa!"

"Sis, there's like fifty countries in Africa. Be more specific."

"Hunh?" She grimaced with confusion. "Wha- What?"

I took back everything I said about her being the ray of sunrise. She was the dumbest bitch I knew. Xavier slowly looked at me, and I spat my drink out, choking with laughter. We laid on each other, crying and hysterically howling. Agea was staring at us, confused and annoyed. This was unbelievable.

"Babe, how the hell did you pass the fifth grade?" I wiped a tear in the corner of my eye.

"I am sorry I don't take geology class anymore." She irritatedly shook her hands in the hair and rolled her eyes.