Sexy SEALs

I was in my final semester at Stanford, then I would be on my way home to the B&B my nan bought and renovated back in Oregon. I came to Stanford thinking I would have a job waiting for me when I finished and a boyfriend by my side. And hey, we would get married as soon as we graduated and have 2.4 children, or whatever the average was at the moment. It was 2025, and my reality hadn’t changed; I was the same Plain Jane the kids used to tease in high school in Iowa, who then moved to Oregon, and the very same one who was currently studying at Stanford. No one noticed me, and no one really spoke to me apart from my roommate, Lucy, who was everything I wasn’t. She was the popular one. Her hazel eyes and Japanese heritage, small frame and stylish fashion made me feel as if she was the pretty one. I just had dark hair and matching eyes. There was nothing special about me. As I sat on my side of the dorm room - the side had a few famous quotes of literature and little else: a desk, chair,

A few days later, I was heading out to class, when I saw another email. I decided after going out with Lucy that sending emails wasn’t working for me. Then, I had a notification, so I checked my phone and became completely distracted. To: KKSubject: Wrong emailHey,Just wanted to say that it made me laugh getting such an email in a critical situation, even if it wasn’t meant for me. It’s a bit tough out here in Iran, and seeing your email put a smile on my face. Pretty hard to do that when you’re a SEAL on duty.Take care, and I hope that your email finds Adonis.ChazI re-read the email about three times as I slumped in my chair and pondered on whether to go to class, or skip it. It was the nicest email that I’d ever received. He was polite, even if I put the wrong name the first time, and he had asked if I meant to write in Japanese. He must have felt guilty for writing it. He had no reason to feel that way when I was the idiot, putting the wrong name and doing a copy and paste.

“What do you feel like doing tonight?” I asked Lucy. She was lying in her bed across the room from me. She wasn’t going out, even though it was a Saturday. She said in her words, not mine, “I’m giving my pussy a rest.”She said that as much as she tried not to sleep with them, all the time, sometimes it was too hard not to resist. I couldn’t imagine what that even felt like. I could only dream about it and have my dirty fantasies about Adonis and Chaz.“I say that we get dressed, go out and get drunk.”She laughed. “Who’s speaking to me? Kiara? You want to go out and get drunk?”I nodded my head, thinking that I couldn’t believe as well that the words had left my mouth, but it was what I felt like doing, and nothing else would do.“No emails tonight?”I smirked. “No. Remember? They have my number. We’re in the twenty-first century, you know. No one emails these days…your words not mine.”“I hate it when you do that, smarty pants.”I laughed. “If you’d seen my grades lately then you w

There was a loud roar as we finished our final year exam, and the examiner had collected all our papers. It was tough, a lot tougher than I’d expected, but the feeling of relief had reared its head and all I could think about was doing all the things that I’d put off doing for the last few weeks, which had mainly consisted of sleeping and talking to the guys. I’d gone on radio silence because I needed to study and concentrate. Besides, after the argument with Lucy a few weeks back, it hit me hard, and I didn’t feel like socializing, even with them. She had been avoiding me like the plague, going to the room when I was in class, and vice versa. If she was my friend, she would be outside right now telling me about all the ways we would go out and celebrate, but we weren’t besties let alone friends anymore, and I felt exactly the same way that I did in high school. Alone.I picked up my bag, but then my cell chimed, and I thought that by some chance it was Lucy calling, and it put a sp

I was heading home and thinking about writing to Adonis. It seemed to be so natural with him, I just said exactly what was on my mind, and I hoped he was everything that he said that he was and more. Going home. KI sent the message to him and repeated it to Chaz. It felt like cheating, copying and sending the same message to both of them, but I didn’t know what else to say. I had to pack, and part of me hated myself for being so late at enjoying the college experience. Until four weeks ago, I only had one friend, now I had two. They let us stay in the dorm a little longer, because the government was trying to stop people moving across country, because the cases were rising and they didn’t want to do another lockdown. Well, not an official one, where we couldn’t leave our houses let alone our dorms unless for food and basic necessities.Four years and two friends. One thing was for sure, Nan had been more than generous with my monthly allowance. Sure, I’d never rushed out and bought