“Is that all?” I ask, lifting a brow. Not sure why I want her to keep going, but I do.
“No, but that’s all I got right now.” She sets the empty glass on the table. “Take me home now, please.” Avani stands on wobbly legs and smiles. I reach for her, but she brushes me off and goes straight to where my car is parked. I open the door for her, and she looks up at me, surprised, before she slides in.
As soon as we’re on the road, she falls asleep without a word.
When I stop at her place, I see her roommate straight away. Destiny spots me and is heading to the door until she sees Avani in my passenger seat. I get out, open her door, and reach for her shopping bags.
“Avani.” I say her name, but she doesn’t respond. She stays perfectly still, her mouth slightly open as she sleeps. Not seeing much choice, I reach down, and slide one hand under her legs, the other bracing her back as I lift her up. She rests in my arms easily as I carry her inside.
Destiny looks on, not saying a word, as I walk Avani to her room and lay her on the bed. After placing her stuff at the foot of the bed I turn to leave when she says my name, “Grayson.”
“Hmm…”
“If you didn’t fuck my roommate, we could have…” She goes back to sleep before finishing what she was about to say.
“Could have what?” I ask, but she’s asleep now, and all I’m going to think about is the… what if?
“Are you back for her or me?” Destiny asks from the hallway.
Avani turns over and curls herself up into a ball as I walk out and shut the door.
I’m now face-to-face with Destiny.
What was I thinking?
Oh, that’s right. I was pissed at the little troublemaker asleep right now.
So pissed that she made my cock hard.
I fucking hate how my body wants her, and my mind knows better.
So I fucked her friend, thinking it would help get Avani out of my head. Then the bitch hit me with a damn pan. Honestly, who hits someone with a frying pan?
“You do realize I fucked you, nothing more,” I tell her.
“But we can fuck again,” she offers.
“Yeah, that’s not going to happen.”
“Why, because of her?” She nods toward Avani’s room.
“Yes and no. Yes, because she asked me not to. And no, because I never fuck the same cunt twice.” I smile at her.
“She will never want you, you know that?” she bites back, thinking that’s the reason.
“I’m her boss. Don’t be jealous, Destiny. It doesn’t look good on you.” I head to the front door, but her words stop me.
“As if I would be jealous of a two-bit whore.”
I spin around to face her. “I would watch your words around me. I have no issue taking them from you.”
“Taking them?” she asks, her eyes glancing around the room refusing to make eye contact with me as she fidgets with her hands showing me she is suddenly nervous. As she should be.
“Yes, taking them straight from your mouth…with my fucking knife.” Her eyes go wide, and she steps back, fear now fully in place. “Now you get it. You saw the allure and wanted a piece but didn’t think how dangerous it could be.” I smile cruelly at her. “Goodbye, Destiny. Be nice to your roommate, or I’ll come and visit when you’re sleeping.”
Little does she know, I’m not lying.
Chapter 7
Keep your cock to yourself.
Avani
Oh shit! I wake with a splitting headache.
When I sit up, I see bags of clothes at the end of my bed.
Oh, right, I went shopping and made my boss pay for it.
Score.
I get out of bed and stand, stretching before I walk into the kitchen hoping my roommate didn’t drink all my juice again and find her sitting at the counter. Ignoring her, I open the fridge and find my apple juice. I grab it with a smile and start drinking as I hear her voice echo from behind me.
“We need to talk.”
Wiping my mouth, I turn to find her holding a pen and paper. “About?”
“You staying here.” I look at her, confused. “I think it’s time you find somewhere else to live.”
“What the hell for?” I ask, raising a brow at her.
“We aren’t working, and I was here first.”
“My names on the lease. That’s not going to happen. I like it here, so I’m not leaving.” I don’t like it here, especially not with her, but I like my room and bathroom. And the area is relatively good. The only problem is her.
“I’ll have to take this further.”
“Is this because you fucked my boss, and now he doesn’t want you anymore?”
“He does want me.” She flicks her hair over her shoulder. “It’s me who doesn’t want him. He’s dangerous, and I can’t have someone like that coming into my personal space.”
“It was you who invited him to stay, not me.” I smirk at her when she doesn’t know how to respond. “So make sure when you complain, you add that little bit, because I’m sure he will back me up.”
“You can’t do this!” she yells. “You need to leave.”
“Not happening. Now, excuse me, I have to be on time for work today.”
She mutters something else, but I don’t pay attention. Destiny can’t kick me out because she doesn’t like me, and she knows that. I signed a contract when I rented half of this place. So did she. She doesn’t have any more right to it than I do.
It’s laughable to think that she does.
Destiny keeps on talking as I pack my bag to leave. Regardless of whatever bullshit she’s spewing, I plan to be on time today—I know there’s a first for everything.
“Just leave already,” she shrieks. “I’ll lie. I’ll tell them the party was all you and that you do drugs.”
I almost laugh at her desperate words. Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I give her a nod. “You do you, boo.” I wave at her as I leave.
Thankfully, I manage to get out without further issues and head straight to work.
As soon as I walk in the doors, I see Grayson standing there.
“Thirty minutes. Really, Avani?” he grumbles. I give him my best glare and step past him. “I gave you that bag out of good faith.” He follows as I make my way into the girls dressing room. He doesn’t care that there are half-naked women in here getting ready for the night. But then again, neither do they. “You’ll have to give me the bag back.”
I spin around to face him, gripping the bag and shoving it at his chest. “Fuck you, I quit.” Luckily for me, my phone is in my pocket, and my car keys are in my hand. He takes the bag and looks at me, perplexed. Moving around him, I go straight for the door, ready to get the hell away from him. He manages to catch me by my elbow, stopping me in my tracks with a strong grip.
“Quit? What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you PMSing or something?”
“Or something,” I reply with an eye roll.
“So…what’s wrong?” he questions, and I swear I see genuine concern in his eyes. Too bad I couldn’t care less right now.