Lock the door
EIJI
“Damn, you are so good,” I mumbled under my breath while making out with the girl in front of me.
We were doing that scandalous thing inside the girl’s restroom at the university.
To be fair, I was not the one who initiated to do that. The woman I was making out with was the one who pulled me there to do it.
Her name is Tiffany. She is one of my classmates in the business class.
Don’t get me wrong, but we are not in a relationship. We just like doing that thing together.
Friends with benefits? No. We are not friends to begin with. Maybe the thing we have between us can be called classmates with benefits.
This girl is extremely in love with me. She proposed this kind of connection, and I just accepted it. Who am I to reject such a fantastic offer?
“Touch me more, Eiji!” Tiffany moaned near my ear.
“Your wish is my command,” I whispered, playfully smiling.
Then I started stroking her chest roughly even though she still had her clothes on.
“Yes, that’s right, Eiji. I want to feel your bare touch. Fondle them inside already,” she begged in a seductive voice.
When I was about to get my hand inside her top, the door of the girl’s restroom suddenly opened.
A girl entered and was dumbfounded to see us making out inside.
Her eyes widened for a fleeting moment, but she quickly fixed her expression and said, “Lock the door next time.”
Tiffany and I stopped what we were doing and watched the girl washing her hands in the faucet area as if she had already forgotten what she had just witnessed inside the restroom.
After a moment, and without saying anything, the girl went out.
Tiffany, who had already absorbed what happened, told me, “Maybe we can continue this in your unit. Actually, I missed your place.”
I smiled at her and then said, “Sure.”
“Fantastic. Let’s do that on your kitchen counter,” she suggested mischievously.
I freed her from my arms and told her, “Call me later.”
Then, I immediately went outside the girls’ restroom, and luckily, no one seemed to notice that I had come from there.
Or even if they see me there, no one will really interfere. After all, my reputation as a womanizer in the university is well known.
I am not proud of that reputation, of course.
As I walked down the hallway, the girls gazed at me with twinkling eyes. I knew they couldn’t resist my charm—the charm of Eiji Parker Trevino.
My name is Eiji Parker Trevino. I am twenty-two years old, the son of a wealthy business tycoon.
And not to be vain, I am aware of my good looks. Since I was a child, everyone would say how handsome I was, and then, when I grew up, the girls flocked behind me – hoping to get my attention.
Standing six feet and two inches, with dark hair, a pointed nose, and brown eyes, I think my looks are doing well.
My life seems perfect, right? But it is not.
The girl I’m in love with is in love with another man, and they will marry each other after graduating from the university.
They are both my childhood friends, and their families decided to marry them off with each other. In other words, they are to be married for business purposes.
I had asked my father if I could be the one who could marry that girl, but he told me, “Our family businesses are not related at all. It will be forceful and reckless.”
And since then, I have hated the concept of marriage and relationships. I don’t want it if it’s not that girl with me in a relationship and marriage.
So, I settled with the kind of connection where you have fun together by having sex. It’s less hassle and stress-free.
As I walked and thought of all those things, someone suddenly called my name. “Eiji!”
It turned out to be Andrew, my friend and classmate at the university.
He gave me a high five and said, “Let’s go to the cafeteria. I’m hungry as hell.”
I followed him to the cafeteria and sat at the nearest table. While Andrew was eating a pizza and I was gulping a soda, a girl passed by us; her eyes were staring directly at me.
“That girl–” I mumbled. I couldn’t be wrong; that girl was the one who entered the restroom while I made out with Tiffany.
Confused by my reaction, Andrew asked me, “What’s with her?”
“You know that girl?” I asked him back.
“Don’t tell me you didn’t know her,” he said, his eyes full of bewilderment.
“Would I ask you if I already know her?” I told him sarcastically.
“Actually, I cannot remember her name. Maybe Isabella or girly names like that, but she’s our classmate in business class.”
“Our classmate in business class?” I asked, confused. “Why can’t I remember her when she is our classmate?”
“It’s no surprise that you cannot remember her because she is not the type of girl who would pique your interest in the slightest, and you’re too busy looking under women’s skirts,” he told me while laughing uncontrollably.
Looking at that woman – she is really plain and quiet. There is really a chance that I will not remember her if she is like that. But her line earlier in the girl’s restroom got me good.
“Lock the door next time.”
She said those words while looking at us with a stony expression and then proceeded to wash her hands as if she hadn’t witnessed anything scandalous.
Remembering what happened earlier, I unconsciously laughed.
Andrew, who was about to bite his pizza slice, asked me, “What now?”
I gazed at him and then said, “Nothing. I just remembered something funny and interesting.”
