I shake my head in anger and stalk out of the classroom, pushing past the students in the hall. Storming straight to my dorm room, I slam the door, grab the nearest table lamp, and launch it across the room. Shards of glass fly everywhere and I can’t help but notice the irony of the situation—the shattered lamp mirrors my shattered heart. My temper builds as my destructiveness takes over and I tear up my desk items on the way to the bathroom where I slam my fists onto the vanity. I glance at my reflection to see puffy, bloodshot eyes filled with tears as my chest heaves up and down.

Repulsed by the sight of myself, I lower my head. One year—it’s been a year. Raya, why did you leave me? I wipe away a single tear, compose myself, and make my way back to my dresser. Opening the top drawer, I rummage underneath the boxer briefs and find a folded piece of paper.

Opening it, I read, Duke, don’t worry about me. I will find my way. Live your life without me. Make your dreams come true. This is my gift to you. – Raya

I crumble the paper and throw it into the garbage. Raya, you were my dream.

Brooklyn finds me lounging in the hallway and pulls me onto the dance floor.

“You made it! I’m so happy you came to my party!”

Yeah, well I didn’t do it for you. I need a fuckin’ distraction since today’s been a

shitty day. She grabs my arms and wraps them around her as the music plays in the background. I’ve already had a few drinks and definitely need some more to block everything out. I can already tell that she’s a little tipsy.

The music grows louder as the bass drops and she twirls around, pushing her ass into my junk. I grab her hips as she grinds along the hard bump in my jeans. She reaches her arm behind me and presses me against her back even harder. Fuck. She spins around, placing her arms around my neck, and kisses me. My tongue brushes against hers as we bump along to the music. Her tongue glides across the top of my lip, causing my dick to twitch in my pants. She must have felt it because she chuckles with a slight tease.

I grab a fist full of long, dark hair and pull gently, causing her to gasp in ecstasy. As we continue to move to the rhythm of the music, I use my left hand to conspicuously unbutton the top buttons of her shirt. Her hands move down to my ass and she squeezes. I slide my right hand up her thigh and brush it along the crease of her thong. She squirms in my grasp and I bite her bottom lip as she opens her eyes and tugs me out of the room and upstairs.

Once we arrive at the top of the stairs, I grab hold of her and push her against the wall. She screams with excitement and kisses me wildly. As I pull a condom out of my back pocket, she reaches down to unbuckle my belt and lower my pants so I can roll it on. I hoist her body up, leaning her against the wall, and slide my hand underneath her skirt. Pushing her thong to the side, I position myself at her opening and slam right into her. She cries out in pain and then pleasure. I pump into her hard and fast and don’t give a shit if someone is watching. Her fingers curl into my hair and her legs squeeze my thighs together.

I bend my head down to kiss and lick the nape of her neck, causing her to pant breathlessly. The music from downstairs blares as the crowd continues to cheer and sway along to the flow of the fast tempo. I continue my motion inside of her as I feel the climax start to build. This is the perfect relief for all of my pent up aggression and stress. As the pleasure climbs, I stroke my thumb along her swollen nub and rotate in a rhythmic circle, matching my thrusts.

Her body clenches and her nails dig into my back, “Duke, I’m almost there.”

I drive harder into her one last time, until the orgasm courses through my body and spills out of me. My eyes shut as the gratification consumes my entire body. Brooklyn screams my name as her insides squeeze around my dick.

As we both come down from our highs, I lower her to the ground and head to the bathroom to clean up and dispose of the used condom. A few minutes later, I exit the bathroom and see her waiting for me in the hall.

She rushes up to me and kisses me, “That was great! Let’s go to my room and continue the fun.”

I yank her away from me, “Actually, I’m done here. Maybe some other time.”

I push past her and head to the stairs as she says, “You’re such an asshole. I don’t know why I even bother with you.”

I glance back at her, “I’m just honest.”

She huffs, “Whatever. Some girl must have done a number on you for you to act like this.”

Before I say too much, I turn and head downstairs to grab another drink. For the remainder of the night, Brooklyn flirts with every guy here, but honestly, I couldn’t care less. I only want one thing and it’s the one thing that I can’t get.

With the first year of college complete, I manage to get a summer job working as a clerk at the local precinct. Every summer they take on a few interns who major in Criminal Justice at John Jay College and I just happen to be one of those lucky applicants. And with that, I dive right into work for the whole summer.

Rob invites me to a few parties, but I decline all of them. I made a decision after my last encounter with Brooklyn—all I want is Raya. I would do anything to find her. So, here I am, learning the ropes as an investigator, well, as a clerk. Hopefully, with the skills I’ll learn, I can put them to good use and finally find her.

On the last day of my summer internship, Rob invites me to a small get-together at the local coffee shop for a few drinks and to listen to a few local musicians. With the heavy workload that I’ve picked up, I decide to give in and accept his invite.

“Great! It’s at the Cake Shop in the lower east side on Ludlow Street. We are all meeting there at seven. Tonight is karaoke night. Maybe you’ll sing?”

I laugh, “I doubt it, but I’ll meet you guys there. I’m looking forward to it.”

I hang up the phone and decide to head to the gym for a quick work-out session before tonight. By six-thirty, I arrive at the shop to see Rob already there, saving seats. Just as he turns toward the door, he sees me approaching him and opens his arms for a hug.

“Duke! You made it! I haven’t seen you all summer. What have you been up to?”

We take our seats as the waitress takes our orders.

“Well, you know I got that internship, so really I’ve just been focused on that. But how are you? How you been?”

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