Book IV of the UNC Series
Carter Blake has a bone-deep hatred for the world-and especially for the people in it. All he wants is to keep his head down, focus on school and basketball, and avoid the mess of human connection. After enduring years of...
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I huff out a sigh as the body above me rolls off. So much for using him as a distraction to get off. I guess it'll just be my vibrator and me tonight. However, it won't be just me alone for too long since it's already been a week since Ron officially gave me my eviction notice. And I have yet to find a place to stay. It's mid-November, all the student housings have been taken up, no dorms are available, and I officially have nowhere to go.
So much so that I thought I could butter up my situationship into at least giving me a couch to sleep on until January. At least then, more student apartments will open for the start of the winter semester. However, from how frustrated I am from not coming and him just slumping over once he got his fix, I don't know if this is the place to be. It's not like I can just step into the living room or bathroom to finish the job.
But alas, beggars can't be choosers when you've hit rock bottom.
I swallow and bite back the little pride I have in asking Spencer Killian this small favour. Because this isn't us. We've known each other since he was a senior and I was a junior in high school. He met me in one of my most vulnerable times when I was at my lowest and weakest, and he took advantage.
Not actually, since I did consent to everything we did, but he took advantage of my mental state. When he knew I craved a distraction from my life, the people and the world the most, he provided that. He's not good to me; he's not tolerable or kind. He's the lowest of lows. Doesn't even reach the barest of minimums for expectations.
There's the line for bare minimums, scumbags, and then there's Spencer.
He's arrogant, ill-mannered, short-tempered, and misogynistic. I should have stopped whatever it was we were doing years ago. But with everything that happened, I just couldn't. I lost everyone I've ever cared about, and he was just someone I couldn't afford to lose then. And so, a bad habit prospered.
With the knot still wound up tight in my lower abdomen, the stifling need to come slowly receding, I catch my breath and turn my head to face Spencer. Coarse hair runs along his tanned, sun-kissed arm that rests along his forehead as he attempts to control his rapid breathing. His blond hair flops messily against his pillow, slightly shorter fringes tickle his forehead.
Blinking his dark blue eyes up to the ceiling, I can almost see why I agreed to this mess of a situation with him. He's beautiful in a dangerous way. He appears gentle and nice, the boy next door vibe. But it's only when you get to know him that his dark, negligent side comes to fruition.
Inhaling, I draw a shaky breath into my lungs as I cover my boobs with his thin camel-coloured bedsheets. I lick my lips and clench my hands into fists under my armpits. "I have a question."
He tilts to stare at me, study me. His eyes dilate as his gaze roams over my naked shoulders, my crossed arms, the dark tan I'm still sporting from the summer despite my lack of outside activities. As much as I would love to go for another round with Spencer—please note the sarcasm—I'm not looking forward to another fruitless ending.
