Chapter 2
Sophia’s POV.
I stood there in the bathroom stall with my phone still gripped tight in one hand, the video rolling on it like proof of every nasty fantasy I’d ever had about him.
Ethan froze mid-stroke, his inked fingers still wrapped around that massive veiny shaft, eyes wide as s**t when the door creaked open and I barged in.
His c**k stayed rock hard though, throbbing in his grip like it had a mind of its own.
Then his face shifted, that shocked look melting into a rough laugh as he realized it was just me, the quiet nerd from his lit classes, not some pissed-off professor or security guard ready to bust his ass.
“Oh s**t, I thought it was someone who could actually f**k me over,” he laughed, deep and gravelly, shaking his head while his hand gave his d**k one more slo
