Olivia Wattson was a second-year student studying journalism.
James had met her at a party back in their first year. She had been one of the popular girls in school, a product of a wealthy family and, worst of all, a daddy's girl.
For his political ambitions, James had recruited her into his circle, her following, especially on the blog she ran, of great use to him.
Olivia wasn't the brightest mind, but she knew how to use her money and looks to get a crowd.
Since he stepped into college, James had kept a distance from every woman, a strict boundary placed between him and them.
His aversion to intimate relationships of any form was quite known, but it didn't stop some women from trying to get in his pants, Olivia being one of them.
Several times, he had rejected the woman, ignoring her countless professions of love on her blog, and today she had taken her obsession for him a step further.
He had come to the room to exchange greetings with the female, but ended up being presented with a show, the brunette swaying her waist and showing off her seductive figure.
She moved to hold him in her embrace, but he pushed her back and retreated, this action landing them in their current situation.
"I do, you're a beautiful woman, Olivia, but you know I'm not interested in this."
"You're interested in boys?" the woman asked, narrowing her eyes.
James smiled helplessly, keeping his eyes on Olivia's face as he shook his head.
"No. I'm just focused right now, and I see intimacy as a distraction."
Wearing only black heels and a short skirt, the full nature of the woman's wide hips was on display.
From his first glance, James had already noticed her full thighs which tapered down to long smooth legs, and he had done his best to avoid staring at her chest, where her boobs hung.
Her melons looked like they had been pumped, and with her wearing only a bra, every small move she made had them bounce.
James didn't need her to turn around to know she had a nice rump, he had noticed it from the first day he saw her.
In a different life, he would have gladly stripped and pounded the woman, but this was his real life.
No matter how much she blinked her long lashes, pursed her pink lips or arched her waist, he was never going to fold.
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Really?" she leaned forward.
"Yesss," James replied. "Put on a shirt."
Keeping her gaze on him, Olivia walked a few steps closer, only stopping when he took one back, giving her a warning stare.
"You know it's not nice to reject a woman," Olivia said with a sad face, relenting as she walked to the side, going for the bed where her jacket and phone lay.
James found it odd that despite the pitiful expression Olivia wore, no grief rose from her but he didn't think much of it.
He watched as she bent over, reaching towards the mattress, her skirt stretching and rising, her butt cheeks coming into view.
When she stood and turned, she expected he would have sneaked a peek, but instead saw him at the door, turning the handle.
"Stop!!"
Olivia was a significant support to James' political ambition, but she was not someone he couldn't do without.
James had tolerated the woman for long enough, but after her recent stunt, he was beginning to reconsider their partnership, replacements already forming in his mind.
As James turned, he wondered if she was up to another trick or had finally come to her senses but he froze as his eyes met the bright phone screen, a video playing.
"You still want to leave?" Olivia said with a cocky smile, placing her left hand on her hip while her right held the phone aloft.
James froze for a second. His instincts flared.
With anger coursing through him, he moved fast and seized the phone from her grip.
"Where did you get this?" James growled through heavy breaths. As he moved closer, Olivia stumbled back in fear and fell onto the bed.
Though Olivia was the one pale with fright, James, the one now standing over her with fury in his eyes, held far more fear inside.
He quickly looked down at the phone, tapping to delete the clip he'd glimpsed.
"Don't waste your time," she whispered. "I have it backed up."
James' fingers seized mid-air. Slowly, he raised his eyes to the woman, trying to mask how fast his heart was beating.
"What do you want?" he asked calmly, making Olivia tilt her head with a pleased, poisonous smile.
"I like how well you control your emotions, but you still need to work on hiding them.
I can see your arms trembling and I think I hear your heart. Should I call an ambulance?"
A thousand thoughts crashed like waves against James' mind, his buried fears clawing upward, but he steeled himself.
'Conquer it. Own it. You are the master of your mind.'
James repeated the mantra silently as he stared at her. Olivia, seeing he would not speak further, continued.
"Well, if you want it that way, let's get down to business.
Imagine what would happen if that video spreads. It's one thing if just rumors about your tiny dick pop up but when there's video proof...
Who did you dirty like that, James? Was it a girl? Your high-school crush?"
James kept quiet, and Olivia, with a finger to her lips, slowly circled him like a predator tasting blood.
"You realise I'm the one in charge, right? You shouldn't...."
"What do you want?" James cut her off, voice calm as ever, turning to face her directly.
"Still acting high and mighty, huh?
You know, I can't believe I spent countless nights, restless, depressed, thinking I wasn't good enough for you.
I took your rejection hard, James. But who would've guessed? It's not that I'm not beautiful or sexy or smart, it's that you are incomplete.
You fall way short of being a man."
She could not see it, but from James, grey miasma began rising, thick, pouring from the corners of his being, coiling around him in cold, creeping tendrils.