More than roommates, p.5
More Than Roommates, page 5
"Like the idea of me potentially looking like him when I grow up?" He asked as he removed his hat, combing his fingers through his hair before placing it back on his head.
I shook my head and busied myself with the computer. "You wish you looked like him."
He chuckled, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. "Well, I obviously can't look exactly like him. I'm a mix of him and my mom after all."
"Wow, you actually understand the concept of genetics? I'm proud of you, buddy."
"Yeah, and I'm a pro when it comes to reproducing..." he paused to think his words over. "Except, without actually reproducing. Want me to show you?"
My cheeks flushed and I opened my book to hide myself behind the pages. "You're a pervert."
I heard him chuckle, and I thanked god when the door opened again. His voice faded as the door closed and I took a deep, calming breath before setting the book down to greet the couple walking towards me. Blake probably stepped out to help someone else with their bags, so I had the chance to fully relax as I helped them find an appropriate room. Or two.
Moments later, Blake walked back in alongside a girl, who was giggling at whatever he just said before she opened the door for him. She followed him all the way into the elevator, and Blake pushed the button to hold the doors open, waiting for the couple. My eyes met his briefly before I looked back at the couple to hand them their respective keys. One for themselves, another for their daughter, who would be staying next door to them.
"Enjoy your stay," I chirped.
"Thank you." They both nodded before turning to walk to the elevator. The man wrapped his arm around her and pulled her to him, kissing the side of her head before whispering something into her ear. She pulled away from him and swatted his arm playfully, her cheeks a bright pink.
For a moment, I felt jealous. I had to remind myself that they were just one of the few lucky ones. The ones that actually committed to one another no matter what. Not everyone could have that.
Not everyone deserved that.
I don't deserve that.
I watched them until they got onto the elevator, my eyes sliding over to Blake as he pushed the same button again. This time so that the doors would close, successfully separating us for the twenty-sixth time today.
Not that I was counting.
• • •
"Oh, you have company."
I stirred in my sleep and pressed my pillow over my head when someone turned the light on.
"Sorry..." I heard someone mutter as things got moved around in the room. I could only imagine it was Blake trying to get laid with me in here. Again.
Annoyed and already feeling cranky from being woken up, I sat up and rubbed a hand down my face. A beautiful woman stood by his bed, so beautiful I felt like a gremlin next to her. I quickly brushed my fingers through my hair before realizing what the hell was going on.
"Hello," she greeted me with a small wave and I waved back, confusion taking over me when I realized she didn't look like she went here. She didn't look old, but she didn't look in her twenties either.
I turned to look at Blake, who was grabbing his jacket out of his side of the closet.
"I didn't know you were into cougars now."
The words left my lips before I could even think them through properly and Blake gaped at me. The lady gasped before laughing uncontrollably, bending at her waist from how hard she found it amusing.
"Madison!" Blake scolded me, and I lifted a brow at the fact that it was the only time he addressed me by my name. No corny nickname this time.
I fucked up, didn't I?
Groaning, I got out of bed, pulling down the hem of my dress when I felt air hit the highest part of my thighs. I knew without looking that Blake was having a feast with his eyes. I was always too damn tired to take it off before falling onto my bed.
"I see you've gotten well acquainted with one of your father's workers," she teased. "Jealous type now aren't we, sweetie?"
"Huh?"
That time, Blake snorted. "No, mom." He emphasized with a pointed look directed at me. "She's my roommate."
At the new information, I stumbled for an apology. However, before I could voice my sorry, she stuck a hand up to stop me.
"No need, dear." She chuckled one last time before extending out her hand for a handshake. "I'll take the cougar comment as a compliment. Though, now that you know I'm his mother, please don't say it again."
I nodded, taking her hand in mine to shake. "Yes, of course. That was dumb of me to assume."
Considering I've gotten that same accusation multiple times, I was disappointed in myself for thinking that about someone else. If anything, I should've assumed it was his mom right away.
She was beautiful and I could see what Blake meant that he was a mix of both his mom and dad. Him and Alisson were blessed with good genes on both ends.
I'd never tell him that to his face, though. He already knew he was handsome.
"Okay, I'm ready." Blake separated us by grabbing his mom's arm and intertwining it with his.
"Lovely to meet you, Madison." She smiled warmly, making Blake wait just a moment for her to dismiss herself properly.
I nodded and smiled back. "Likewise, Mrs. Brockman."
"Oh please, call me Rose."
"Of course, Rose."
With one last smile, she allowed Blake to escort her out of our dorm and Blake winked at me before the doors closed.
I scoffed, not at his wink, but at the way my heart reacted to it.
I really needed to get out of this dorm. Sooner rather than later.
CHAPTER 8
Madison
I knew I was in for a bad week when I woke up with the empty pit feeling in my stomach and a random urge to cry. At least I was hoping it would only last a week. But I knew that was hoping for too much. It never lasted just a week.
It wasn't hard to notice that Blake was gone. His side of the room was tidy and his bed was made. I never really knew if he slept in the dorm or not.
The most probable answer would be that he had sleepovers with whoever he chose for the week. Saw him hanging around a pretty redhead earlier when I got out of class.
Not that I cared.
With the urge to cry getting stronger, I stepped into my fluffy slippers and dragged my legs into the bathroom, making sure to lock the door even though I was alone in the room. The last thing I wanted was for Blake to walk in to see me ugly crying on the toilet.
Yeah, no thanks.
The moment the lock clicks into place, my tears stream down my face and a strangled sound escapes my lips. Slapping a hand over my mouth, I slide down the door and hug my legs, folding my arms over my knees and burying my face into them.
I didn't remember the last time I cried like this, but I knew I had to let it out so I didn't feel like I was walking on eggshells the entire day. One little inconvenience would trigger a breakdown in public. I sure as hell didn't want that.
After thirty minutes of allowing myself to feel what I needed to, I stood from the ground and looked in the mirror. My eyes were red and puffy, and I sniffled when the inevitable snot ran down my nose.
Just cause I was depressed didn't mean I had to look like I was, so I quickly undressed to enter the shower. By the time I got out, a whole hour had passed and the mirror was fogged up.
Wrapping a towel around myself, I exited the bathroom without thinking twice and stopped right in my tracks when I saw Blake standing beside his bed. Despite my shower, my eyes were still puffy and I knew he understood the situation. At least on the fact that I've been crying.
However, he thankfully didn't pay much mind to it as his eyes skimmed down my body and slowly came back up to smirk at me. "Easy access for me huh, sunshine?"
I scoffed and held the towel tighter to my body. "You wish."
"I do wish, but I'm so glad I'm not blind. I get to see how fucking beautiful you are without jeans."
Despite my best efforts, my face heated up and I turned away from him to look for my pajamas inside my side of the closet.
"Even with the towel, your ass is so prominent." He decided to let me know he was checking me out. "Fuck."
I'd be lying if I said I had zero reaction to the way he groaned that last part. Holding in a whimper, I pressed my thighs together as I dug through my drawers to distract myself, gasping softly when I felt him come up from behind.
"Can I touch you, Madison?" His breath hit the exposed, wet skin on my neck. The way he said my name felt a lot different than all the random nicknames he usually called me. A shiver ran down my spine and my hold on the towel loosened a bit. "Madison?" He tried again when I didn't say anything.
Shaking my head to snap out of it, I shifted away from him and let the cold air from the room hit my back again. "No, you can't, Blake," I sighed, disappointed that I took so long to reject him this time. "Quit invading my personal bubble."
I was emotionally vulnerable. At least that's what I kept telling myself. Because for a second, I actually considered letting him touch me.
Finally managing to pull out everything I was going to wear, I avoided his gaze as I made my way back into the warm bathroom to change.
"The day you let me touch you is the same day I'll thank God I was born."
I shut and locked the door behind me without saying anything, but the shiver that ran down my spine ended right between my legs. And I hated myself for it.
• • •
"You're disgusting."
"Am I?" Blake smirked as his sister rolled her eyes at him. "Not my fault you're nosey."
She gaped at him and Bruce chuckled to himself, stopping the second Alisson turns to glare at him. Throwing his hands up, he winked at her.
That only made her blush, confusing Blake. He looked at his best friend to see what he could've done to make his sister blush, finding no answer because Bruce was busy on his phone now.
The four of us were in Blake and I's dorm room after they all insisted we had to hang out somehow. Even if we didn't go out.
I actually didn't mind this time, because I really didn't want to be alone. It felt like my chest was getting more and more constricted the longer I spent time alone. Though, I chose not to drink like them.
Opening another beer for himself, Blake took a few swigs from it before leaning his head against mine. Bruce looked over at us and smirked at me, making me scoff and move my head away. Blake's head dropped a few inches before he raised it on his own again, frowning over at me.
"Don't look at me like that, doofus."
"So mean to me." He pointed, looking and sounding like a child.
It was actually kinda cute. Kinda.
"Why aren't you drinking again?" Alisson asked me over the length of the can she was drinking out of.
I shrugged, mindlessly being the one to lean my head into Blake this time. I almost laughed when he immediately froze, not risking me moving away from him. "I've only drank once in my life, and I was a lightweight."
"What got you drunk that you were such a lightweight?" Bruce asked after taking another drink from his beer.
"I think I just took like four shots and I was done for the night."
"Straight shots for your first and only time?" Blake questioned beside me. "Of what?"
"Tequila."
"Tequila is where it's at." Bruce nodded. "I could go for a shot or two right now actually."
"Let's go buy a bottle!"
I turned to raise a brow at Alisson as she stood with a bit too much excitement. A little too steady as well, considering she's drank like eight beers. "Right now?"
"Sure, why not?" Bruce stood next, offering me a hand to help me up.
Blake wrapped a protective arm around me and flipped him off. "She's mine."
Pulling my head away in the speed of light, I gave him a weird look, only to have a wink returned. "I'm not yours, you weirdo."
"I claimed you."
"Ew, please shut up." That came from his own sister, and he laughed. "Let's go buy a bottle now. Hurry up."
It was a much better option when Alisson offered her hand to me instead, which I quickly took so she could help me up and pull me away from Blake. She wrapped an arm around me as she steered me out of the room with Blake and Bruce in tow.
By the time we got back to the room, we had two different bottles of tequila and a pack of mini red solo cups. Along with a variety of snacks.
"I guess one wouldn't hurt," I mumbled as Bruce poured tequila into my cup. "Wait what about chasers?"
Alisson snorted, "I chase my shots with water. It's better. Helps you drink more than enough water so you don't get a hangover."
"I wouldn't get one anyway, cause I'm not drinking much."
Blake pat the top of my head, earning himself a glare from me. "It's never just one shot, sugarplum."
And there were the dumb nicknames again. I was kind of enjoying hearing my name coming from his lips.
And on that note, I threw the shot back and held back a gag before I took a bug gulp from my water bottle. The taste of alcohol coated my tongue and I barely managed not to make a face. Thankfully. Because when I turned to look at everyone, they were looking at me expectantly.
"Took that like a champ," Bruce nodded, looking impressed.
"That's my girl."
My face dropped. "Shut up and pour me another."
"Slow down there, tigress."
Yet Blake was already pouring me my next shot, which I threw back just as fast before chugging more of my water. When the tight feeling in my chest got replaced by a warm feeling instead, I decided I wouldn't stop at four this time.
CHAPTER 9
Blake
Madison was five shots in, and she wasn't wrong about being a lightweight. Not that I minded. This was the most attention she'd given me the past month of us being roommates.
She was currently squeezing my bicep, throwing back a sixth shot before burying her face in my chest and letting out the cutest little giggle.
"I feel so gooood."
I chuckled, holding her steady by grabbing her arms and pushing her back to look at her flushed face. Damn. A real lightweight. I've had lightweight friends before, but never this bad.
Her hooded gaze looked up at me and she grinned, pulling the cutest dimples in. It was only the second time I've seen her smile, and already I wanted to see it again. In fact, I didn't think I could ever get tired of seeing it.
Sure I've seen and slept with plenty of beautiful women, and maybe it was the thrill of the chase for one that barely spared me a glance, but I didn't think I've ever desired a woman more. Especially when she allowed me to see those dimples go right into her cheeks as her slightly crooked—yet adorable—teeth made their appearance.
She patted her face as a frown took over. "Do I have something on my face? Oh my, is it my makeup? What's wrong with it?" She continued to have a mini panic attack as she touched every surface of her face.
Chuckling, I grabbed her hands and held them in both of mine as I shook my head at her. "You look fine. Quit worrying."
Her brows deepened. "Then why are you looking at me like that?"
"Because you're beautiful."
The most adorable shade of pink flooded her cheeks as she turned right around to ask Bruce for another shot. Clearly not wanting me to see how much I affected her. But if I was learning anything tonight, it was that she was more attracted to me than she let on. That only gave me more motivation to work my charm with her.
I was already trying, but not really.
Giving me a hesitant look, Bruce held the bottle away from her, making her whine when he refused to pour her a seventh shot.
"Pour me another, pleeeease!"
He snorted when she tripped over her own foot when she tried to reach for the bottle. Considering he was about half a foot taller than her, I didn't see how she thought that would go. Holding her steady with his free hand, he signaled for me to grab her with a nod of his head.
My pleasure.
Throwing back the last bit of my beer, I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her waist from behind. It was hard to miss the whole body shiver that went through her the moment she felt me behind her. I smirked.
Now that was ego boosting as all hell.
The girl who claimed hated me and despised the idea of rooming with me was actually attracted to me deep down? I was never giving up on having her now.
Rubbing her sides gently, I had to hold back a groan when she let out the softest moan. Goosebumps erupted all over her arms and she gripped the still-empty shot glass as if her life depended on it.
Bruce had walked away the second I had her in my arms, and Alisson was busy knocking back shot after shot, using beer as her chaser like an idiot. Tried stopping her, but no one on earth could stop her no matter what. Especially not when she was drunk. She was stubborn as all hell, but she was still my sister and I loved her. Didn't stop me from calling her out on her stupidities, and it also didn't stop her from calling me a dickhead and a walking syphilis.
I had to look the word up, going down a spiral of horrific images that almost made me stop sleeping around. Almost. It did, however, make me more cautious and use more protection.
Madison grabbed my wrists and I froze when she kept her fingers wrapped around me. I imagined how those same hands would feel if they were wrapped around my dick. I could tell she was contemplating about something when she just kept her hands there without moving. I just didn't know what, but I wanted to know.
As if realizing that whatever she was thinking of was wrong, she shook her head and dropped my arms before running back up to Bruce, catching him off guard and taking the bottle from him. She actually succeeded in doing so as well. He just laughed and shook his head at her.
I watched as she poured herself another shot and looked at me for a few seconds with an unreadable expression before throwing it back, making a face as if she was holding back a gag. Wouldn't have blamed her since she chose to not chase it with anything.
