Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 36482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
“I think we’re going to have a lot of fun living together,” I tell him when we’re back in the living room.
He cocks his head to the side as if he’s studying an alien creature. “Fun?”
“Yeah, man. Ever heard of it?”
“I know what fun means,” he grumbles. “Just don’t see how we’ll do it together.”
I waggle my eyebrows at him. “I can teach you.”
Rather than dignifying me with a reply to my words that are wrapped in innuendo, he snatches his keys off an end table and stalks out the door.
I’m about to teach him a whole lot…
Derek
This was a bad idea.
A really fucking bad idea.
What was I thinking?
Money. Or, lack thereof. That’s what got me into this mess. A week into it and I’m regretting my decision to let Riko move in.
Seriously, how can one man be so messy?
It’s the ass crack of dawn and I’m staring at a sink full of dishes, sticky shit spilled and left on the counter, and Amazon delivery boxes piled up on top of the trash can like it’s a game of Jenga.
I was asleep and this fool somehow was able to dirty up the kitchen within an eight-hour time frame. The note I wrote to him yesterday—about the shoes left by the front door that are a tripping hazard—has been left on the kitchen table. Not ignored, though. No, Riko took the time to draw a fucking penis with the words LOL shooting out of it.
I can’t live like this.
What are my options?
Track down the single mom with three kids?
One kid is one too many, apparently. There’s no way I could deal with three of them.
That’s where I try desperately to understand him. He’s just a college kid living on his own for the first time. Maybe he just needs a little guidance. If only he would fucking listen…
I’m already dressed in my brown uniform and ready for work, with a little time to spare before I go in, so I figure this time is as good as any to have a come to Jesus meeting with my roomie. With a sigh of resignation, I stride out of the kitchen and up the stairs. I rap on his closed door with my knuckles.
No answer.
After multiple attempts to get him to answer, I open his door, irritation driving me forward. Almost instantly, I regret my decision. There’s so much chaos going on all at once I don’t know where to look first.
Clothes are everywhere. Dresser, desk, bed, floor. There’s even a pair of boxers hanging from the ceiling fan. What the actual fuck? But that’s just the beginning. Energy drink cans are piled up by his bed as if he’s deemed that spot his dedicated trash can. The television is on and a character from a video game stands in place, wiggling every so often, as if ready for him to continue playing.
And then there’s Riko.
Butt-ass naked with his XBOX remote still in hand, barely covering his dick. His mouth hangs open as he sleeps, a bright red sucker stuck to the inside of his cheek, and red drool staining the side of his face.
The first thing I do is snatch the boxers off the ceiling fan and toss them at his dick to cover that shit up. The next thing I do is flick on the overhead light.
“Wake up,” I growl, as I kick the pile of cans. “Now.”
The kid keeps on snoring softly, completely oblivious to the stalking lion in his room. With every second that passes, anger surges through me, hot and furious. I’m normally pretty fucking chill, but Riko has this way of finding my button and stomping on it. I didn’t know the damn button existed until I met him the day he moved in. But it’s there. Bright and red and just aching for Riko to mash on it.
I use my booted foot to nudge at his shoulder to wake him up. He groans, rolls away from it onto his side, and I’m given a prime view of his ass. I don’t want to look, but my eyes travel to the swell of his smooth, hairless muscular cheeks, and heat stirs in my gut.
Since fucking when, Derek?
I ignore the flash of desire. I’m just overdue to get my dick sucked, and no matter how many potential ladies I meet on the app, I still can’t seem to pull the trigger with one.
Perhaps you’d prefer the opposite sex?
Rather than figuring out my sex life at this exact moment, I focus on the problem at hand. Riko fucking Valentine. He’s a literal mess and it’s driving me insane.
“Don’t you have class to get to?” I demand, voice rising as I start nudging his bubble butt with the tip of my boot. “Seriously, get the fuck up, dude, so we can have a conversation.”