Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 58808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Surely someone will complain.
Wrapping the towel around myself, I take a deep breath and open the door. No one is there, just the insanely loud music blaring through the speakers.
I turn it off, instantly greeted by silence.
That is before I hear a loud moan.
Is Destiny fucking someone?
I look to her room, but it’s not coming from there. Her door is open, and her lights are off. Walking to the back door, I hear it again.
Oh my God.
Her face comes into view, eyes closed in pleasure.
Ha. For some reason, I thought she would be a screamer.
But when my eyes travel up, I see who it is behind her.
Grayson.
My blood starts boiling as I watch him slide in and out of her, his hand gripping her hair as she stands bent over while he fucks her from behind.
Nope.
Nope.
Not happening.
Not allowed to happen.
I stomp into the kitchen and grab the closest thing to me—a frying pan—before I stalk back out. Conveniently, he doesn’t notice me at first, so I smack him on the head. He stops instantly, growls, and turns to face me.
I’m fucking seething by this point.
How could he do this?
Destiny stops her stupid moaning as he pulls out of her, and I return to my bedroom to grab my phone to call Jake.
I got the job because of him, so surely, he can make this stop.
“Who are you calling?” Grayson asks, stepping into my room, where he is most certainly not welcome. I show him with a lifted brow, and he snatches my phone as I hear Jake answer.
“Sooo… I may have killed Avani,” Grayson says ever so calmly, which makes me scream at him.
“Or… I’m going to kill him. He’s trying to fuck my roommate. My roommate, Jake. Tell your brother to knock it off, or I’ll end him!”
Jake says something I can’t make out and then ends the call.
I reach for my phone, but Grayson holds it to his chest.
“You fucking hit me with a frying pan.”
“Give. Me. My. Phone.”
“How dare you,” Destiny shouts, entering my room and stepping in close to Grayson.
“Get out, Destiny,” I tell her calmly.
“Get out? You just interrupted us, and now you’re telling me to get out?” she screams, pulling her dress down.
“Well, maybe if you were fucking in your room, it wouldn’t be an issue.”
“You are such a whore,” she fires back, flicking her hair over her shoulder.
Fuck this.
At the count of three in my head, I jump at her.
Grayson is fast but not fast enough. I grab a chunk of her hair and yank it. She screams as Grayson wraps his arms around my midsection, and I try to climb him to get to her.
Whore?
The bitch has no concept of what a whore is.
If she did, she would know that would be her.
“Fucking leave,” Grayson growls at her. He’s still holding me as I clutch her hair. I tug on the strands one more time for good measure. “Let it go, Avani.
“Fuck you,” I reply, but I do as he says. Her hair falls from my grip, and she steps out the door. As she turns back, Grayson kicks the door shut in her face and drops me back to the floor.
“If I let you go, will you behave?”
“Let me go,” I order.
“Will you behave?” he asks again, this time with more force. I glare at him, then I lean in and bite his arm. He swears and drops his hold on my waist.
“Asshole,” I grumble, standing up straight. When I see his eyes move from his shoulder where I bit him to my body, I realize my towel has fallen to the floor. As his eyes rake over me, it’s obvious he’s getting hard behind his trousers.
Nope.
“Leave. And this time, don’t fuck my roommate on the way out,” I growl at him as I bend down and pick up the towel. “And stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?” he asks, adjusting himself without a care in the world.
“Like you want to fuck me. That will never happen.”
“I’d rather shoot myself in the fucking head than let my cock be anywhere near you.”
I roll my eyes as he leaves, pushing the door shut behind him with more force than needed. But then I lean on it and listen in to Grayson talking to Destiny.
“Stay,” she coos.
“Fuck off.”
I giggle a little at his comeback.
“We were having such a good time.”
“You were a cunt to keep my cock warm, nothing more.” I hear the front door shut and Destiny cries as she goes to her room.
That’s what you get for fucking with crazy.
Destiny doesn’t come out when I leave, but I know she’s in there.
I tried to think of how I should handle this.
I decided my best option was to not go to work today, and told him I was sick.
I mean, it sounds like a plan to me.