Never Have I Ever

NEVER HAVE I EVER: SUBMITTED TO MY ENEMY WILLOW DIXON This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, re-sold, duplicated, hired out, or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without similar condition including this condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser. Editor: Tanja Ongkiehong Proofreader: Laura Fraser Cover Artist: Cate Ashwood This is a work of fiction. All characters and events portrayed in this novel are fictitious and are products of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual events, or locales or persons, living or dead are entirely coincidental. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners. Copyright Willow Dixon © 2023 Created with Vellum CONTENTS Author Note 1. Alex 2. Kai 3. Alex 4. Kai 5. Alex 6. Alex 7. Kai 8. Kai 9. Alex 10. Kai 11. Alex 12. Alex 13. Kai 14. Kai 15. Alex 16. Kai 17. Alex 18. Kai 19. Alex 20. Kai 21. Alex 22. Kai 23. Kai 24. Alex 25. Kai Epilogue Books By Willow Dixon About Me AUTHOR NOTE Please note that his book contains scenes some readers may be sensitive to, including: A described CNC/forced pleasure fantasy A scene where the MCs engage in CNC/forced pleasure role play A somnophilia, or sleep sex scene Discussions of a past emotionally abusive relationship Undiagnosed ADHD Please note that all role play and fantasy exploration is done after in-depth discussions, and with the use of safe words. Explicit consent is obtained prior to, and again during scenes containing any sort of power exchange. This book contains kink. For a detailed content list, as well as an in-depth kink list, please visit my website here. 1 ALEX Thump thump thump thump. I glanced at the ceiling as my best friend and his boyfriend went to town on each other, their bed hitting the wall in a frantic pattern. “Come on,” I muttered and snapped my textbook closed. This was round two in an hour. Normally, I would put in my earbuds and crank some tunes on my phone, but I was in a foul mood and wanted to be able to study in silence. Beck, whose room was right above mine in the shared house we lived in off campus, might be my best friend, but my goodwill toward him was precarious at the moment. He and Finn, one of our other roommates, had been hooking up since the beginning of the year. Beck having a boyfriend was perfectly fine, but he’d lied to me for weeks about everything. That shit wasn’t okay. He might not have been ready to come out, but the constant lies had taken a toll on our friendship. We were better now, but things would never be the same, and I was having a hard time coming to terms with that. For three years, ever since freshman year, we’d been partners in crime. The perpetually single guys, always up for a party or some extracurricular fun. Then Beck had fallen in love, and now he only had time for me when we happened to be in the same room in our shared house or in the one class we had together this semester. I got it. Finn was his boyfriend and his priority, and it was obvious to anyone with eyes they were made for each other. But that didn’t mean I didn’t wish Beck still had time for me. He’d even cut our gym time, switching his daily workouts to when Finn had class. We used to hit the gym at least three times a week together, but now he went when I was in class, and I’d lost not only my spotter but also my motivator. Beck was a former elite hockey player, and I’d played varsity soccer. We were evenly matched strength and stamina-wise, even though he was bulkier and broader than me, and having him to compete against as we hit the cardio machines and weights had helped make the gym fun. Beck enjoyed working out, but I didn’t. I only did it because it was a habit from my soccer days, and it kept my body toned and tight. Competing with others brought out my inner fire, which was why I loved team sports. Going to the gym by myself? Boring. Without a buddy, I’d been slacking, and I was having a hell of a time getting back into the routine of it. I grit my teeth in frustration as a strangled cry filtered through the ceiling, followed by the murmur of voices as the thumping picked up. Now that they’d gone public with their relationship, they fucked like crazed bunnies and seemed to forget the three other people in the house. A loud shout, followed by a string of curse words, rang out from above. Finn was done. Hopefully, Beck would hurry the fuck up and come too. With my phone in my hand and my headphones securely over my ears, I flopped onto my bed. Spotify was a lifesaver, and I went straight for my “Tunes to Drown Out My Roommates’ Banging” playlist. Yes, I liked to give my lists weird names. Artists could see the names of the playlists their songs were added to, and I liked imagining their reactions to my more creative names. The music started, the low bass and heavy beat replacing the sex symphony above, and I sank against my pillow. Finally, some mental peace. After scrolling through Insta and TikTok, I still didn’t feel any better. Listening to my roommates bone was annoying, but it also left me with a stiffy. It wasn’t that I was attracted to either of them, not anymore at