Sins Of Her Venom
Chapter 38: Same Room

Chapter 38: Same Room

- Kathrine Andrews: ( Song of the Chapter: Hotel by Montell Fish)

The sun was low on the horizon, casting its golden glow over the courtyard as we stood there. It wasn’t romantic or poetic—it was hot, and the rays felt heavy on my head.

My body ached from the long flight and the bus ride, and all I could think about was collapsing in the hotel bed.

Instead, I was stuck here, in this cluster of students, waiting for people to unfold tiny papers and scream out names.

I wasn’t in the mood for this. At all. My group had already chosen their papers, and I hadn’t even mustered the energy to care.

I leaned back against one of the buses, arms crossed, watching the scene unfold.

Boys hugged each other, cheering when they found their names paired with their best friends.

Some girls squealed, and others groaned when they realized they’d be stuck with someone they didn’t like.

I kept scanning the crowd, waiting for one of the girls to call out my name.

A part of me hoped whoever got me wasn’t some homophobic drama queen who’d start acting like I was going to pounce on them just because we were sharing a room. I was too tired of that nonsense.

And then, I saw her.

Glyndon Walton.

She was in the middle of the group, holding her slip of paper like it might catch fire.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her eyes wide and fixed on the name written there.

I didn’t even need to see it to know.

My name was on that slip of paper.

Oh. My. God.

I could feel the adrenaline surging through me. This was so much better than anything I could have imagined.

Sharing a room with her? This was the opportunity of a lifetime. I could play with her, mess with her, drive her insane. Make her feel things she didn’t even want to admit to herself. I would toy with her heart and her nerves until she cracked.

Her eyes finally lifted from the paper, locking onto mine. I held her gaze, smirking at her like I already had her cornered.

Her chest was still heaving, and the panic was so clear in her face, it was almost laughable.

She knew. She knew I knew, and she couldn’t do a damn thing about it.

The teacher, clipboard in hand, was moving through the group, asking each student whose name they got.

Glyndon’s turn came, and I could practically see her trying to keep herself together.

"What name did you get?" the teacher asked her, clipboard at the ready.

Her lips parted, but no sound came out. She glanced down at the paper like maybe it had changed in the last five seconds.

The teacher frowned, asking again, "Glyndon, whose name is on your slip?"

Finally, she choked it out, barely above a whisper. "Kathrine Andrews."

The teacher nodded and turned to me. "Kathrine Andrews, you’ll be rooming with Glyndon Walton."

I pushed off the bus, walking toward her, keeping my gaze locked on hers the whole time.

She looked like a deer caught in headlights, completely frozen, and I had to bite back my grin.

And then, predictably, Alex exploded.

"What? You’re rooming my girlfriend with the fucking fag?" His voice carried over the courtyard, drawing every pair of eyes in the crowd.

The teacher, clearly unimpressed, adjusted his glasses and said, "Mr. Alex, this isn’t the time or place for such remarks. The school does not discriminate based on sexuality, and these pairings are final."

But Alex wasn’t done. "Are you serious? Why can’t she just room with me? Why the hell are you putting her with her? The lesbian shouldn’t even be rooming with girls!"

I crossed my arms and leaned back again, watching him unravel like a badly-wrapped gift. His tantrum was pathetic but wildly entertaining.

The teacher, now visibly annoyed, finally put an end to it. "the school’s policies are non-negotiable. Boys room with boys, and girls room with girls. If you continue this behavior, you’ll face disciplinary action."

Alex opened his mouth to argue again, but the teacher cut him off. "If Glyndon or any other student wishes to swap rooms, they are free to do so, provided both parties agree. Otherwise, these assignments are set."

The teacher turned back to the clipboard, leaving Alex seething.

Glyndon was still standing there, her face pale as she avoided both Alex’s glare and my smirk.

This was going to be fun.

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The hotel lobby was alive with noise, chatter, and the sound of rolling suitcases on polished floors.

Students were everywhere, talking, laughing, or just trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

The teachers were crowded around the reception desk, speaking hurriedly with the staff, probably sorting out our room assignments.

I was standing off to the side with my group of friends—Lily and Emma were joking about something that had happened on the flight, Michael and his boyfriend Brendon were leaning against each other, and Ryan and Daniel were quietly talking about some gaming thing I couldn’t care less about.

We were all tired, but the anticipation of finally settling in gave us a bit of energy to stay upright.

As the teachers started calling out pairs of names, students began splitting off to head to their assigned rooms.

I could feel the excitement in the air as everyone whispered about who they’d get to room with.

I stayed with my friends for as long as I could, but then the teacher called out, "Kathrine Andrews and Glyndon Walton."

I glanced over at her and couldn’t help but grin. There she was, standing stiffly with her suitcase handle clenched in her hands, looking like she was about to faint.

Her face was pale, her shoulders tense, and I could almost hear the internal screaming.

This was going to be fun.

We made our way up to the second floor and found room 241. I let her walk ahead, just so I could watch her nervously glance back at me every few steps.

She fumbled with the keycard before handing it to me, probably because her hands were shaking too much to use it properly.

I swiped the card, unlocked the door, and stepped inside.

The room was nice—modern and minimalist, with cream-colored walls and warm lighting.

Two queen-sized beds were separated by a sleek nightstand with a lamp, and there was a flat-screen TV mounted on the wall opposite the beds.

A small desk and chair were tucked into the corner near the window, which offered a stunning view of the Parisian streets below.

I set my suitcase down and turned to her, watching as she lingered awkwardly near the door.

Her eyes darted around the room like she was trying to figure out where to go or what to do.

That’s when I walked up to her, leaning just close enough to make her uncomfortable.

I tilted my head, smirking as I whispered in her ear, "What a shame. I was hoping for just one bed, you know? For that classic romantic trope. So we’d have to share a bed. And if you had nightmares..." My voice dropped lower as I teased, "...I could make you feel better. Really, better."

Her whole body tensed, and she immediately stepped back, her face burning red. "Fuck off, Kathrine," she snapped, her voice shaky but firm.

I watched as she marched over to one of the beds, dragging her suitcase behind her like it weighed a thousand pounds.

As Glyndon pulled her suitcase toward her bed, she avoided looking at me entirely, her face flushed in what I could only describe as barely concealed panic.

She unzipped her bag with shaky hands, pulling out a set of pajamas, a small toiletry bag, and what looked like half her skincare collection.

Without saying a word, she clutched her things to her chest like they were a shield and darted toward the bathroom, closing the door firmly behind her.

I stayed where I was, amused, as I leisurely unpacked my pajamas and some basic hygiene products.

I wasn’t in a rush; I had all the time in the world to mess with her.

I plopped down on the edge of my bed and scrolled through my phone, the minutes passed by as I heard the faint sounds of running water from the bathroom.

When she finally emerged nearly half an hour later, I glanced up and had to stifle a laugh.

Glyndon was dressed in the most ridiculous number of layers—long pajama pants, a hoodie zipped up to her neck, and thick socks.

It was like she thought I was planning to attack her or something and the clothes would protect her from me, and the sight was so absurd it almost made me lose it right there.

She froze when she noticed I was watching her and quickly averted her eyes, her face pink with embarrassment.

Without a word, she rushed to her bed, climbing under the covers with the speed of someone trying to escape a predator.

She turned her back to me, facing the wall, pulling the sheets up to her chin like they’d protect her.

I couldn’t hold it in any longer and let out a low chuckle, shaking my head at how ridiculous she was being as I placed my phone on the charger and stood up with my pajamas in hand.

Making my way to the bathroom, I locked the door behind me and took my time under the hot water, letting it ease the stiffness of the long trip.

After drying off, I pulled my pajama top over my head and reached for the panties I had set aside.

That’s when the idea hit me.

I looked down at the purple panties in my hand and smirked, the beginnings of a wicked plan forming in my mind.

This was going to be fun. Very, very fun.

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