Bottoms Up

chapter 4

Kai Baker

I turn over and check the time on my phone. 3:30 great! I roll onto my back and stare at the ceiling. I have been tossing and turning for 2 hours trying to sleep but I can't.

Fuck.

Why is she here? Why did Cooper have to let them stay here?

I have known Danika for about 2 years and almost every time we have seen each other we have gotten into an argument. Granted I may start a lot of them myself but god she just gets on my nerves so much. 

She walks around with such a god complex. She thinks every guy that looks at her wants to get in her pants. She also thinks every girl either wants to be her or be her best friend. Honestly I have never seen her around anyone but Alex and Cooper.

Something about her presence just pisses me off so much. I can tell she hates me too so it's okay. Honestly I think if we started arguing and no one was there to stop us we could yell about almost nothing for hours probably.

I am debating on whether or not to go and get a glass of water from the kitchen. I know if I go to the kitchen I will have to go through the living room, where she is sleeping.

I grab my headphones from my nightstand and shuffle my relaxed playlist to try and fall asleep. After about 20 minutes I give up and decide to go and get a drink.

I open my door slowly and pull out one headphone to see if anyone else is awake. I don't hear anything so I walk towards the kitchen. Stopping at the end of the hallway looking into the living room I see Danika asleep on the couch.

I tiptoe to the kitchen trying not to wake her up. I get a glass and fill it up with water. I lean against the counter drinking my water and scrolling through my phone. I notice something in my peripheral vision and look up from my phone.

Danika is standing there leaning against the doorway separating the kitchen and living room. She is wearing just a large black shirt that goes down to her mid-thigh. Her arms are crossed and she is glaring at me.

"Hey asshole, you woke me up." She barks.

"Damn sorry. I couldn't sleep and wanted a glass of water. It's not my fault you're sleeping on my couch."

Jesus can't she leave me alone. She is in my apartment for fucks sake. I try to keep my eyes on her face but her legs look smooth and long. Reluctantly my gaze lowers down her body. The way her arms are crossed is pushing her tits together under her shirt. I may hate her but damn I mean I am a man and I'm not blind.

I am just wearing sweatpants because I get warm when I sleep. I notice her gaze lingering on my chest and then further down. Like she realises what she is doing her eyes snap back up to mine and plays it off like nothing happened.

"Yeah well you could try and be a bit conscious of other people around you. That's not too hard for you is it?'' She tilts her head and pouts her lip.

"You could try and be nice too you know. I genuinely tried to be quiet. I already can't sleep, what makes you think I want to deal with you this late?"

She stalks toward me from across the kitchen and stops right in front of me. I am a good head taller than her so she looks up at me.

"What's so bad about me?" She asks with a feigned look of innocence.

Well if I can't sleep I might as well have some fun right? I flip us around so her back is against the counter and my hands are on either side of her, caging her in. I press my chest against hers and lean down next to her ear.