The day my grad school entrance exam was over, Emily dragged me out to the Foxhole Pub for a night out. The next morning, I woke up to find that the 6’1″ guy I slept with was actually the librarian at NYU! At first, I thought I’d hit the jackpot with a hot guy. But later, when he pinned me to the bed and rasped, “Rachel, be good… one more time,” I realized this man had planned it all along. The day my grad school entrance exam ended, Emily practically dragged me out to the Foxhole Pub. After 168 days of suffering through test prep, I put on the most daring mini-skirt I owned. Paired with my killer curves and my innocent face, the contrast was irresistible. Heh, the guys at the bar won’t know what hit them! It was my first time drinking, and to be honest, the taste was worse than I imagined—like horse piss. I thought I could handle at least three drinks, but one shot in, I couldn’t even tell which way was up. Emily and the other girls had gone off to flirt with some younger guys, leaving me at the bar. A guy at the next table bought me a drink. Not knowing the bar etiquette, I sipped a little, and he smiled and left. Whatever—I had to pee! While washing my hands, a ridiculously handsome guy walked in. I stared at him in the mirror, wide-eyed. Oh my god, he’s gorgeous! My love-at-first-sight radar was going off the charts. He glanced at me, surprised, as he was about to dry his hands. And then… I somehow ended up throwing myself at him, completely wasted. He probably had a cleanliness issue because he tried to push me off. But I clung to him like a koala—no way I was letting go of this hot, clean-cut guy! He looked at me with a resigned expression and asked, “What are you doing here?” I grinned and said, “Haha, just looking for a guy with an eight-pack who knows how to handle things.” I couldn’t help but run my fingers along his smooth, perfect skin. It was so soft—I was in love. Heh heh… This guy smelled so good… But suddenly, I felt like I was going to throw up. I hadn’t realized that one drink could hit me so hard. And then… yep, I vomited. All over his pristine white shirt. Without a word, he took me back to his place. The second we got in, he threw me on the couch and went to shower and change. Still dazed and overheated, I stripped off some clothes and followed him into the bathroom. When he saw me coming, wrapped in a towel, he jumped. “Don’t come any closer.” I was already eyeing his abs. Damn, that body was to die for. In real life, I’m usually the good girl, but drunk-me had no problem getting handsy. Mmm, hard and smooth. His body felt amazing, cool to the touch, which made me cling to him even more, like I was on fire. Realizing something was off, he cursed under his breath, picked me up, and laid me on the bed. He headed to the closet, probably to find clothes and take me to the hospital. I held onto the bed for support, slowly crawling toward him. The heat in the room was unbearable, and my skin felt parched, like I was about to crack open. Even with my eyes closed, I could navigate my way behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist. I was so thirsty, my lips parched, my face burning. I leaned in, searching for his lips like they were my only source of water. He turned to avoid me. “Stop messing around. Let me get dressed so I can take you to the hospital.” I whimpered in his arms. To his ears, it probably sounded like a seductive, ghostly moan. 0
He opened a bottle of water and tried to pour it into my mouth, but I fidgeted like a child, spilling it everywhere. Water ran down my chin, neck, and soaked into my white tank top, making it cling to my chest. His temple pulsed as he gritted his teeth, clamping my mouth shut and forcing more water in. I sputtered, coughing and tearing up, a pitiful sight. Taking a deep breath, he carried me to the bed, tucked me under the covers, and went to get a cold towel. I kicked the blanket off, my body writhing restlessly. My pillow was soaked with tears as my chest began to itch. It started with a few stings, like bees biting here and there, striking all the sensitive spots—painful and itchy at the same time. But soon, the discomfort became unbearable, like a person wandering through the desert, desperate for water. In a daze, I yanked off my tank top, fumbling to unhook my bra. A hand grabbed my wrist and said, “No.” I was both frustrated and uncomfortable, blinking up at him through teary eyes. “I feel so bad…” I stared at him seriously, tugging at his clothes like a lost child pleading for candy. “Help me, please?” I could only repeat that one sentence over and over, clinging to him as if he were my lifeline. This man, Finn, was getting the full experience of what it meant to be in an overwhelming situation. He pulled me into his arms again, trying to peel me off. “You idiot, you’ve been drugged.” I could barely make out his frustrated yet helpless voice, tinged with concern. “I’m taking you to the hospital.” The word “hospital” faintly registered, but my foggy brain couldn’t comprehend it. Take me? Where? I wasn’t going anywhere. Was he really a male escort who only catered to rich women? He kept trying to pull me off, but I kept climbing back onto him. The room, now in the dead of night, was filled with an odd tension. His breathing grew heavier as I clung to him. Tears welled in my eyes as I wrapped my arms around his neck, crying, “Kiss me… please?” He was still trying to pry me off, but his ragged breath betrayed him. With a reckless move, I yanked off the towel he’d barely managed to wrap around himself. I pressed closer, kissing his jaw. He tried to hold back, but my hot breath on his face made him falter. Thinking he was just holding out for money, I mumbled, “Please, help me… I can pay you.” With a sigh, I let out a stupid line, “You’ve already gotten my first kiss, what’s with the hesitation?” Finn’s brows furrowed, his forehead slick with a thin sheen of sweat. “What are you talking about?” He looked shocked, as if he couldn’t believe what I’d just said. The pressure from below was becoming unbearable. I didn’t stop—my lack of experience didn’t matter anymore. I kept kissing him. He finally gave in, his control snapping as he turned from resisting to taking the lead, pushing me down onto the bed. Even in the heat of the moment, he held back, asking, “Are you sure? No regrets?” I couldn’t stand it any longer. I pulled his hesitant lips down to mine and silenced him. 0
That night felt endless. By morning, my entire body was sore, like I’d been hit by a truck and shattered into pieces. I never expected this supposed male escort to be so skilled. He hadn’t stopped all night, murmuring, “Good girl,” while kissing me softly. When my cries became too much, he’d say “I’m sorry” before plunging deeper, each time wilder than the last. Eventually, I passed out. Honestly, I’d never felt better in my life! Totally worth it! Especially hearing someone so reserved and clean-cut say such… things. Hehe, I scored big time! I grinned as I turned to look at him. And then I froze, my expression twisting into shock. Holy crap! “Finn?!” I was so stunned that I yelled his name. This… this… wasn’t he the librarian from the second floor of the NYU library? The one who just started this semester?? Oh my god, I had slept with the librarian. Panic exploded in my mind like a thousand firecrackers. Girls, is it too late to play dead? I want to cry. So… Our school librarian is a male escort? Hahaha, this is the juiciest gossip ever! If I posted this on the university’s confession page, all the fangirls would lose it knowing their beloved librarian is a gigolo! I was still giggling to myself when I noticed Finn staring at me with a look that clearly said, “Where’s my money?” Wait… does he seriously not care that I’ve figured out his secret? Isn’t he embarrassed? How can he just openly ask a student for money like this? My hands were shaking as I opened my banking app, staring at my balance of 512 bucks. I transferred him 500. Our last chat was still from the time I messaged him, “You done for the day?” Back then, I’d been studying for the exam, trying to hide my books in the library shelves. I didn’t want them confiscated, so I shamelessly added him on social media, mostly because he was pale, quiet, and a bit shy, with just the right amount of cockiness—like a heartthrob straight out of a college drama. He hit all my weak spots. Since then, I’d used my sweetest smile to make myself unforgettable. I’d always be the last to leave the library, flash him a grin when hiding my books, and sit in spots where we could make eye contact. That way, I’d managed to snag his social media handle. But this guy? He was ice-cold. After we exchanged one awkward message, he never replied. Under his confused gaze, I hurriedly pulled on my clothes, ready to bolt. But before I could escape, his long fingers closed around my wrist. He stared at me, disappointed. “You’re really just going to leave?” I thought he was upset about the amount of money I’d sent. “I-I-I’m a broke student, okay? That’s all the money I have! Thank you, sir, for your excellent service! Wishing you continued success in business. I’ll be off now!” I tried to peel his hand away as I backed toward the door, barefoot. Finn stretched out his hand, pulling the blanket over me and rolling me back into his arms. “You—you—you… what are you doing? Aren’t you supposed to be a gentleman?” I tried to push against his chest, which, by the way, felt amazing. He leaned down, smirking. “What do you think?” Before I could catch my breath, he kissed me again. Desperately, I tried to protest. “I-I-I don’t have any more money!” After a couple of intense minutes, he pulled back just enough to chuckle. “Buy one, get one free.” That left me speechless. This guy was good—too good. I couldn’t complain. 0
When I woke up again, it was already noon, and my stomach was growling. Finn wasn’t in bed, but I could hear the shower running. If I was going to sneak out, this was my moment. I quickly threw on my clothes and made a dash for the door. After finishing my exams, I still had two final projects to complete, and my professor had been nagging me to choose my thesis topic. I couldn’t risk running into Finn again—too awkward. I switched my usual library spot to room 202, but I still couldn’t focus on studying. Then one day, while I was grabbing water, I ran into him again. As he walked by, I blushed furiously, wondering what to say. But he just passed me without so much as a glance. Seriously? Pretending we don’t know each other? I fumed silently. For several days, we acted like strangers at the library. It was exactly what I wanted, yet somehow, it bothered me. Then, on New Year’s Day, I was eating alone at a bistro when a cute guy, Jake, came over and asked to join me. He had big, bright eyes, and honestly, I was a little envious of his double eyelids. Feeling playful after finally finishing my exams, I decided to give this junior a chance. But fate has a twisted sense of humor—Finn happened to be sitting across the restaurant and witnessed the whole thing. I saw his face darken as he marched over and sat directly across from me, uninvited. It felt like I’d been caught cheating. Wait—cheating? Why would I feel like that? He’s just a male escort I hired! “He’s too young for you,” Finn commented casually as he ate his meal, clearly confident he was in control. “Hmph, younger guys are fun. Full of energy, and you can touch their abs,” I teased, smirking. I glanced up to see his expression darken even further. “Tonight. Movie. You’re coming.” It wasn’t an invitation—it was a command. Hmph, who does he think he is? Acting like a stranger for days, and now he orders me around? No way am I going! And yet… that evening, there I was, perfectly dressed, standing outside the movie theater. Why? Because this man knew me too well! He took me to see I Miss You. And seriously, who can resist a hot guy who’s that thoughtful? “You, a grown man, know about I Miss You?” I teased. I wouldn’t have expected someone as stoic as him to watch a romantic drama. “You don’t want to see it?” What?! I hadn’t even posted on social media that I wanted to see this movie, except for one TikTok where I’d mentioned, “Would love to watch I Miss You, but my friends don’t want to risk getting COVID.” And somehow, he’d found that! Oh no, has he seen all my silly TikTok videos? Save me! Did he catch me leaving comments on his Instagram too? That would be mortifying. By the time the movie ended, it was already 10 PM, and I seriously suspected that Finn had intentionally made sure I couldn’t get back to the dorm. He took me back to his place instead. The moment we stepped inside, without even bothering to take off his shoes, Finn started kissing me, hungrily, like a starved animal. In no time, I was breathless, my heart pounding like crazy. “Breathe, idiot,” he rasped, giving me a moment to catch my breath before diving in again, as if he couldn’t get enough. By the time I could think clearly, he had already pinned me down on the bed, his hands exploring my body with expert precision. I had to admit, the man had skills. No wonder I thought he was an escort.
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