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This chapter contains mature scenes and language. Rated 🔞
As Mel sat down, she lifted her milkshake the boys had gotten for her , listening as Kelvin explained about the kings of the school and let the cold sweetness calm her nerves. She glanced around the cafeteria—just casually—until her eyes unexpectedly met his again.
Drayton.
Their gazes locked for a split second.
But that second felt like a storm.
His eyes were sharp, burning with a mix of anger and… something else—an emotion she had seen before, in another country, in another life.
Mel instantly looked away, her heartbeat jumping.
Why does he look at me like that?
Why does it feel so familiar… so dangerous?
Before she could think too deeply, Andre and Valentino returned with plates of food.
Andre nudged her shoulder. "We brought extra fries—just in case."
Mel exhaled and smiled. "Thanks. I'll stick with my milkshake, though."
Valentino shrugged. "Suit yourself."
Just as she relaxed into her seat, a basketball player walked up to their table. He looked confident at first, but the moment he stood in front of Mel, nerves took over.
"Uh… hey, new girl," he said, scratching the back of his neck.
"We're having a party at my brother's frat house tonight."
Mel blinked. "Oh… that's nice."
He hesitated. "So do you mind coming? Your friends can come too."
Mel opened her mouth.
"Actually—"
"Yes, she'll be there!" Kelvin cut in loudly.
"Kelvin!" Mel glared. "I didn't say—"
He smiled innocently. "Come on, Lucy. Live a little!"
The basketball guy let out a breath of relief. "Great! Uh… new girl, can I get your number? I need to send you the address."
Mel shook her head quickly. "Sorry, I don't give out my number."
"Oh—right, yeah, no problem." He pointed awkwardly at Kelvin. "I'll send the info to him."
Kelvin gave a thumbs-up. "Handled."
The guy took a step back, but then said, "Also, the theme is beachwear. We'll head to the swimming pool later tonight."
Mel sighed but smiled slightly.
"Since I'm being dragged there… why not? I'll come."
His eyes widened with excitement.
"Awesome! See you tonight, new girl."
As he left , Kelvin pumped his fist."YES! First party of Lucy in Brazil, let's do this !"
"Tonight is going to be legendary."
Andre slid into his seat. "Yeah, or chaotic."
But Estevan cuts him by saying "Sorry guys I won't be attending."
Mel leaned back, covering her face with her hands.
"You guys are impossible."
But even as she laughed with them…
She felt it again.
That heavy stare.
That cold fire.
Mel turned her gaze to her phone, ignoring the lingering tension in the cafeteria. She kept her eyes on the glowing screen, pretending everything was normal—even though she could still feel that heavy, burning gaze from across the room.
The rest of the school day passed in a blur.
By the time she got home to her condo, exhaustion washed over her. She dropped her bag, kicked off her shoes, and let herself sink into the couch.
Then—her phone lit up.
ANDRE CALLING…
She sighed.
"Not now, Andre."
It stopped ringing.
Then immediately—
KELVIN CALLING…
She groaned, tossing a pillow over her face.
"What do these boys want…"
The call ended.
Then—
VALENTINO CALLING…
She sat up sharply.
"Seriously?!"
A vibration followed.
1 NEW MESSAGE — Andre
> What are you doing girl!? Get your ass out to our meeting spot right NOW.
Mel stared at the text with wide eyes.
Then another message came in instantly—
> Don't make us come up to your apartment wherever that is.
Then Kelvin sent—
> Party starts soon. Moveeee.
Then Valentino—
> Lucy we are begging you
Mel threw her head back and groaned dramatically.
"Oh my God… these idiots."
She climbed off the couch and paced toward her closet, mumbling under her breath.
"First day and I'm already being dragged to a party…
What have I gotten myself into?"
But deep down… beneath the annoyance…
there was something else.
A nervous flutter.
A sense that tonight wasn't going to be ordinary.
As she checked her reflection and reached for her bag…
She couldn't shake the feeling that someone—
someone with burning eyes and a dangerous aura—
would also be there.
Watching.
Waiting.
And that tonight…
things would change.
Drayton hadn't stopped watching her.
And deep in her chest, she felt the warning signs she had tried so hard to escape.
Something was starting.
Something she wasn't ready for.
Mel stepped out of the ride she ordered, her heart pounding with equal parts nerves and annoyance. The night air in São Paulo was warm, humming with city noise and distant music.
At the curb, Andre, Kelvin, and Valentino were already gathered beside Kelvin's car.
Andre crossed his arms the second he spotted her.
"Took you long enough," he said, shaking his head dramatically.
"Get in the car—let's move."
Kelvin burst out laughing. "Bro, relax! She's here now."
Valentino leaned against the car door, smirking. "Yeah, Andre, you act like she kept us waiting for hours."
Mel rolled her eyes but couldn't help smiling. "You guys are so dramatic."
Andre opened the back door for her. "Get in, Lucy. Knowing Kelvin, we're already late."
"HEY!" Kelvin protested. "I am never late. People are simply early."
Everyone groaned at the same time.
Mel climbed into the backseat. "Can we just go before I change my mind?"
Andre slid into the passenger seat. "Kelvin, drive."
Kelvin cracked his knuckles. "Say no more."
The engine roared to life, and as the car pulled away from the curb, the city lights reflected in the windows—bright, chaotic, alive.
Mel stared outside quietly, her fingers tapping against her knees.
Andre glanced back at her.
"You good?"
"Yeah," she whispered. "Just… thinking."
What she didn't say was that the closer they got to the frat house, the heavier the strange feeling in her chest grew—like she was heading toward something she couldn't avoid.
Something dangerous.
Something… familiar.
And she had no idea that somewhere else in the city, someone else was also preparing for that same night—
and that someone had eyes like a storm.
The bass thumped through the walls of the frat house like a relentless heartbeat, vibrating the sticky floor beneath Mel's feet.
Laughter and shouts mingled with the haze of smoke and sweat, the air thick with the sharp tang of spilled beer and cheaper cologne. Valentino,Andre and Kelvin had vanished almost immediately after they arrived, melting into the crowd with grins that promised mischief, leaving Mel to navigate the chaos alone. She weaved through clusters of grinding bodies, her pulse quickening from the overwhelming noise, searching for a corner to breathe in.
She spotted a dimly lit room off the main hall, the door ajar, and slipped inside hoping for respite. But what greeted her froze her in place. On a sagging couch, Drayton and two of his buddies had a girl pinned between them, her skirt hiked up around her waist, legs spread wide.
Drayton knelt between her thighs, his hips slamming forward as he thrust his thick cock deep into her pussy, each plunge drawing a wet slap and a gasp from her lips.
She arched her back, nails digging into his shoulders, while one friend gripped her hair, feeding his rigid shaft into her mouth. She sucked greedily, cheeks hollowing around him, saliva trailing down her chin as he fucked her face with short, insistent strokes.
The other guy waited his turn, stroking his own hard length, pre-cum glistening at the tip. 'Your turn to wreck that ass,' Drayton grunted, pulling out with a slick pop, his cock shiny and veined, before flipping her over onto all fours. The friend behind her didn't hesitate, spitting on his hand to lube her up before pushing into her tight hole, eliciting a muffled moan around the dick still buried in her throat.
They rotated seamlessly, each taking a hole, pounding her relentlessly—cocks stretching her pussy and ass in alternating rhythms, her body rocking between them, tits bouncing with every brutal thrust. Cum already leaked from her, mixing with fresh sweat, as they growled encouragements, hands roaming to pinch her nipples and slap her skin red.
Mel's stomach churned, heat flooding her cheeks—not just shock, but a twisted flicker of something darker she couldn't name. She backed away, heart hammering, and bolted from the room, shoving past oblivious partygoers. The front door flew open under her push, cool night air hitting her like a slap as she stumbled down the porch steps, the memories of what she just saw kept playing in her mind . She didn't think, just ran across the quiet street, away from the pounding music and the image burned into her mind.
Her feet carried her to the shadowed porch of the house opposite, as she tries to catch her breath.