My Boyfriend Is A Campus Bad Boy

"Wow! I can't imagine how much it costs to stay there for a week!"

"Stop talking, young lady! Why don't you follow me quietly and just zip your mouth for a moment? Can you do that for me, huh?"

After he paid the taxi driver, Sebastian led the way inside the hotel. It was surrounded by security, CCTV cameras, and high-tech machines and devices.

"S– sorry for being talkative, I... I was just amazed by this place." Guilty and embarrassed, Halora has no other choice but to keep her mouth shut before he turned into a beast.

She followed like a maid of a rich, well–known personality into the first ground of the hotel. As they reached the front desk, three receptionists greeted both of them lively.

"Good day, what can we do for you?" spoke of them with black, short hair.

Sebastian looked at her eyes that hypnotized her right away. She felt frightened of the way he moves, the way he stared at her.

Abruptly, the short-haired receptionist quickly took the logbook and checked all the high-profile guests with reservations. She caught a glimpse of him until she realized that he was the only son of the CEO of Manosa Hotel.

"I– I am sorry for not recognizing you earlier, Young Master! Y– you had changed a little bit than ever before!" She hurriedly pulled out the drawer with hundreds of keys.

"Just give me the keys, now!"

The two of them were shocked to see the successor of the Woo's wealth and properties. It's been a while since the last time they saw him personally.

But if there was one thing that surprised them was the truth about Sebastian's interests and ensnaring charisma towers women.

They wanted to scream, have a photograph together but they all knew that he would always decline their request.

"Here's the original key and this one is the duplicate, Young Master." She gave the keys to him who looked impatient and restless.

He sighed heavily, turned around on him without even saying a single word nor thanking the three receptionists. "Why do people are calling you like you are a king?" spoke Halora behind him.

"I told you to keep quiet, right? Then why are you asking questions now?"

In front of the elevator, Sebastian reminded her to be quiet. But her true colors flaunted to those genuine people like him and Roy.

As she avoided an argument, Halora blinked her eyes, pouted her lips, and looked away from his frightening stare. Her grip on her things tightened up until Sebastian puffed and pressed the numbers to twenty–eight floor.

No one has the privilege to be on that elevator except for the high-profile guests. But Halora luckily experienced the things she didn't know before as they were the only person inside of the elevator for a couple of minutes.

"Sh– should I borrow his phone and call Roy? I d– don't think he will let me–"

"I said, stop talking!"

"I am not talking, for your information." She mumbled suddenly.

"Then what do you call that, huh?"

Out of nowhere, his face turned scarlet. His eyes filled with burning fire, like a dragon that was ready to blast its enemy. "Just like what you have said, I need to shut my mouth up."

Halora faced him as she emphasised every word she said. She acted like her lips were sewn by thick threads, looked straight, and waited at the corner.

Anger drenched his mind beyond the limit. But he didn't want Halora to ignore him until the last day of their trip. Sebastian never understood the changes in himself since he saw Markus devouring someone.

He seemed bothered, displeased with the truth that cruel, abusive werewolves lived in the same ground with ordinary humans.

Until a soft, quick tone sounded off inside of the elevator. Automatically, the door opened as Sebastian stepped up before Halora. Along the way, none of them spoke nor created a conversation.

Halora looked at the fancy, peaceful hallway with a lot of rooms. She searched for their room number but it seemed like it was located at the very end of the alley.

"Hey, where are you going?"

A cold, sarcastic voice caught her attention. She was about to go to the left but she realized that they were in front of their room number.

From then on, he put the key to the keyhole as it successfully opened. He pushed it back, gave her enough space to enter inside the elegant, costly room.

Halora looked at the carpeted floor, organized decorations and figurines. The chandelier was quite alluring, the lampshade beside the king-size bed and the circular table with a vase of fresh flowers.

The gigantic window was covered with tented glass as they could barely watch the city lights and even the sky at night. Halora put her things in the corner, walked into the soft, fragrant bed.

"Ahh finally, I can lay down and sleep the whole night!" She threw herself to bed without taking off her shoes first. Halora closed her eyes, smelled the white, aromatic mattress. "Hmm, if you don't want me to talk, then let me take a rest and never disturb me, do you understand?"

But Sebastian furrowed his brow, stepped into the bed, and replied, "This is my room and you're supposedly sleeping with your so-called boy best friend." He waited for an answer yet, it took longer than usual. "Answer me Halora or I will sleep next to you! You know me and I am not a fan of making lies and yarns."

He gritted his teeth, but he heard only the whisper of the wind. The window was left opened as he sighed heavily and stooped to Halora.

"H– hey, don't pretend that you are sleeping. Come on, Halora! Get off my bed before I forget that you are a woman."

He hesitantly touched her shoulders, shook it 'til death but nothing happened. Halora had fallen asleep easily and he found out it was cute but at the same time annoying.

Because of her angelic face, he glanced up to the ceiling and controlled the rage within. He didn't tell Halora the reason why he became aggressive, easily distracted, and negligent as he thought she will never understand.

"Sweet dreams, Halora." He whispered to her ears and slept next to her.