The Bad Boy's Dirty Little Secret BL Chapter 29: Relationship Status

Landon’s P.O.V

I was woken up from my peaceful slumber by the morning sunlight filtering in through the silk curtains.

I raised my hands above my head and stretched, feeling my bones creaking and my sore body protesting as the last vestiges of sleep left my eyes. A pounding in my head told me that I might have been dead drunk when I went to sleep last night, and I was going to be paying the consequences of that throughout the day.

Groggily, I looked around the unfamiliar room, rubbing my fingers on my temples, trying to understand why I was here in the first place, that too, naked and under some very expensive silk sheets that I knew I could never afford in this lifetime.

I felt the soft sheets under my palms, pulling them firmly over my body to cover me up to my waist. I found pieces of my clothing scattered all over the floor and I wanted to reach for them, but I was still dazed and a little confused to actually leave the bed.

The bedroom itself was huge, with dark blue walls that had golden designs on them like one of those high end houses that I often see in dramas. There were two doors in front of me, one made of glass, which I’m guessing lead to the bathroom, and the second one that led to the living area.

But right then, the smell of bacon and eggs waffled through the room, filling my nostrils with the sweet aroma of delicious food that had my stomach rumbling in angry protest.

And that’s when I remembered exactly where I was and why.

“Shit…Devon!” I slapped a hand to my forehead, as memories from last night came flooding back to my mind.

I had been at a restaurant with a few of my classmates who I had been paired up with during a project in school. Night had bailed on me and he hadn't been answering any of my calls when I had gotten a little tipsy after dinner, but right then, the last person I had expected to find at that restaurant showed up in front of me and had offered to join us for drinks.

Since he had told my classmates that he was paying, they had all agreed to invite him instantly. However…I had every right to be worried and as it turns out, my worries did come true.

Because every time Devon and I were in the vicinity of each other, we ended up having sex.

I had thought he’d be embarrassed to even be near me again after we got caught by the cops for parking in the middle of the road, while we had sex on the driver’s seat of the car. But on the contrary, we just couldn’t get enough of each other.

From the state of my undress, I could tell that last night hadn't been any different, even though the influences of all the alcohol I had consumed didn’t let me remember the whole ordeal. But some memories came back to me in bits and pieces.

Devon’s lips on mine…his hands all over my body…the way he thrust into me…sounds of moans and skin on skin…

A groan escaped my lips as more memories followed.

Holy hell! We even fucked in the shower!

But aside from the memories, there was also a sense of confusion swirling my gut as the incidents played over and over in my head.

What was I even doing with Devon?

It was a question I had wanted to ask myself…ask him, right after the second time we had had sex in the backseat of his car, before he had dropped me off in front of my dorm.

And now, here I was for the third time, inside a house for a change, and still unsure about our relationship status.

As if on cue, a knock sounded on the door and a second later, Devon poked his head inside, a wide smile spreading on his lips when he saw that I was awake.

“Good morning, handsome.” He grinned, walking into the room with a tray full of food that instantly had my traitorous stomach growling with hunger. “I got us breakfast in bed.”

He placed the tray on the bed in front of me and I couldn’t believe my eyes when I looked at the feast he had prepared for me.

Crispy fried bacon, sunny side eggs, toast, coffee and he even had choco-chip cookies!

“Don’t tell me you made these as well?” I asked, picking up a cookie and sinking my teeth into the chocolaty delicacy. They were still warm and oh-so delicious that they had my toes curling.

“With that expression on your face, I wish I was the one who made it, but no.” He shook his head. “My grandma made them this morning and a butler dropped them off not too long ago. So I thought you’d like to try them. She always makes the best cookies.”

I’m pretty sure I didn’t hear half of what he said because I was too busy picking my jaw from the floor. “You have a butler?”

Devon blinked in confusion. “Yeah…a few of them. Why?”

“Dude!” I swallowed the cookie, not wanting this deliciousness to go to waste. “You have a butler! Several of them!”

Devon smirked. “My family owns a hotel chain. So, you can say that we’re kinda well off. It’s not that big of a deal.”

And that’s when I remembered the name of the restaurant I had been to last night: King’s Corner.

Fucking hell!

“Last night…that restaurant…”

“Yeah, it’s a family business.” He shrugged like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I was there for a surprise inspection on my father’s command, and I happened to find a very familiar face among the crowd. I didn’t know you went there.”

“I…err…” I didn’t want to tell him that I didn’t actually frequent any of King’s restaurants or hotels since they were more on the pricy side of my budget, so I decided to go with half-truths instead. “My friends took me there to have dinner after we were done working on our project. I...didn’t know that we had a chain so near our college.”

“It’s a new branch.” Devon told me, arranging a few slices of bacon and a fried egg inside two slices of toasted bread before handing it to me. “Next time you’re there, give me a call. I’ll get you a special discount.”

Suddenly, realization washed over me like a tidal wave.

“Umm…I don’t…have your number.” I accepted the sandwich, but didn’t take a bite.

“You do. You just never used it.” Devon took a bit of his own bacon and egg sandwich that he had made right then.

Frowning, I put my sandwich back on the plate and wiped my hand of a paper towel before reaching for my phone on the nightstand. And then I scrolled through the contacts to find out if he was telling the truth.

And just like that, the name Devon King popped up on my screen in bold letters.

I looked up at Devon in surprise. “How?”

“The night we got caught by the cops.” He chuckled, remembering the experience while my own cheeks heated up in embarrassment. “I took the chance to save my number in your phone in case you decided to call me. But you never did.”

“I…umm…” I swallowed hard. “I didn’t know.”

“Would you have called if you knew?” Devon’s question threw me offguard when I found him staring at me, waiting for an answer.

“I…”

I hesitated.

Would I have really called him if I knew I had his number?

And what would I have told him? That I liked it the first time we fucked so I want to give it a shot a second time?

Or would I have told him that I wanted to hang out with him? Go on a date or something like that?

Devon was crazy popular among the girls in our University. Not only was he the president of the Boxing club, but he had also won several championships for the University and won a state level award for his contribution to the state. The next thing I know, he may even be selected to go to the Nationals soon enough.

Why would a man like him, who had both men and women fawning over him twenty-four-seven, want to do with a guy like me, who was practically a nobody?

“Devon…would you mind if I ask you something?” I asked him hesitantly, not sure if he would answer me truthfully.

Honestly, part of me was worried that I wouldn’t get the answer I wanted, while the other half was worried that I just might get a positive answer. And somehow, I feared both. Because I didn’t know what a relationship with one of the hottest, most wanted boys in school was going to be like.

“Sure.” He put down his coffee cup, focusing his entire attention to me. “Go ahead. Tell me what you want to know.”

He sounded almost eager for me to ask questions, and somehow, that made me even more nervous.

“W-what…what exactly are we doing?” I finally asked.

“Huh?” He looked at me puzzled. “I thought we were having breakfast.”

“Devon.” My tone turned serious as I pulled the covers further up my waist. “I’m being serious here. What are we doing with each other? What do I even call you? A friend? Friends with benefits? Just a casual fuck buddy? I’m confused here, Devon and I don’t want to end up on your bed once more time without knowing the status between us.”

Just so I knew what kind of lines I could and couldn’t cross- I didn’t add.

But what Devon said next, left me temporarily speechless.

“How about boyfriends?”