It was great! I finally had the apartment to myself and didn't have fo worry about cleaning up after Mason, putting my headphones in to not disturb him with my music, I could watch whatever I wanted on TV and I could walk around in my pjs without a bra on!
I'd smashed out all of my homework in two hours and made myself dinner and froze some leftovers. From now on, Friday night wasn't party night - it was me night.
I'd called Mel to see if she wanted to come around for a facial and mani pedi but she had decided to go to the party as well. She was definitely the more adventurous of us. So, with my green tea pore cleaning facial on my face, my wet hair wrapped up in a towel and my toes painted bright pink with toe separators, I was having the time of my life watching episodes of 'Gossip Girl' and eating ice cream from the tub.
I could get used to this.
Just as I was about to doze off, I heard the door open and close with the sound of rustling clothes and soft moans. I could hear them even through the door of my bedroom. Gross.
"Ugh." I scoffed, lifting my pillow and slamming it over my head to reduce the noise as Mason moved himself and his 'guest' into their room.
I wasn't planning on laying awake all night listening to their kerfuffle so I reached into the draw on my bedside table and connected my headphones to my iPad, blaring JayZ before dozing into a peaceful slumber.
No such luck. No matter how loud it had my earphones all I could hear was their noise. All. Night. Long.
I think it was about 4 o'clock in the morning when they finally shut up and when my alarm went off at 8 I had to frag myself out of bed to make the biggest pot of coffee in my entire life.
Rubbing my eyes and padding along the floorboards to the kitchen I nearly walking right into the red haired girl dressed only in a bra and undies. And I when I say 'red haired' I don't mean natural red, I mean fire hydrant red that takes a team of specialists to create. She had tattoos all along her arms and then some on her stomach.
"Uh...sorry." I stated awkwardly walking around her and walking to the sink to fill up the kettle.
"Hey, do you have any juice?" She asked in a nasally whiny voice. I thought the glasses were going I break at the pitch.
"Maybe, check the fridge." She opened the door and bent over leaving me in the awkward position of being in a too small kitchen with a girl in only her bra and a G-string.
After what seemed like a century, a shirtless Mason finally walked out rubbing his eyes. I have him a look to let him know that I was going to kill him if he didn't get this girl out of our apartment and he smirked before turning his face to horror stricken.
"Babe! You're home... I thought your flight was coming in tomorrow!" Confused I just stared at him with wide eyes. Miss Fire Engine Red closed the door of the fridge and looked between us just as confused as I was.
"Babe, I'm so sorry please don't be mad..." He nodded his head in her direction and gave me a look as if to say 'get to the point faster'. What the hell was be talking about? He just slept with her and now he wants to get rid of her? Oh.
"What the hell is this!?" I screeched, slamming the coffee pot onto the table, causing the water to slosh around and spill onto the table.
Mason looked pleased with me before reaching his hands into his hair and tugging in faux frustration.
"You think you can bring home an another girl just because you assume I'm going to be out for another day? I don't think so!" I threw my hands into the air and marched towards him, jabbing him in the chest with my finger before turning towards Fire Engine and pointing at her.
"Get out of my apartment now. And, if I catch you anywhere near my man again you better start running." She looked shocked and ran to Mason's room changing quickly and running out of the apartment closing the door softly behind her.
I looked up at Mason who had a huge smile on his face. He bent down and picked me up by the waist swinging me around. I squealed holding onto his shoulders. He put me on the ground again still holding my waist. My shirt had ridden upwards and I felt his warm hands on my skin at my stomach.
"That was great!" He said, and I laughed.
"Not a bad actor am I?" I joked, flicking my hair and he chuckled.
"That was awesome! From now on, you're my ditch girl!"
"Come again?"
"My ditch girl, every time I bring a girl home you do exactly that." He said walking past me to the kitchen whistling to himself.
"Mason, I don't think so. I followed him through and sat on the counter.
"Oh come one, why not?" He asked not paying attention to me as he took out a carton of eggs and other ingredients.
"Because I'm not helping you be a player, that's why."
"Are you jealous?" He asked and I choked on my saliva.
"Jealous? Are you joking?" I was incredulous as to why he thought I would be jealous.
"Oh come on sweetheart, you're a good girl and I'm a bad boy surely you want to ruin your rep a little?" He asked cracking eggs into a pan.
"Nah, I'm fine thanks." I turned my nose up at him and twisted to reach for the coffee and my mug, when I returned with a full cup of coffee he was standing in front of me.
"So, you're not even the slightest bit attracted to me?" He asked, a smirk on his face as he reached for my mug and placed it on the counter.
"Nope not even a bit." He stepped in between my legs and ran his hands up my bare thighs, leaving a trail of searing heat in their wake.
"Not at all?" He asked, his voice a little husky and it sent a small shiver up my spine.
"Nope." My voice betraying me, wavering a little causing him to smirk as he dragged his nose gently up my neck to my jaw.
My pulse was racing and my breathing hitched in my throat.
"Are you sure?" He placed a hot kiss above my pulse, chuckling at the speed of the blood pumping through my veins.
"Mmhmm." It took all my strength to not reach up and twine my fingers through his hair and hold him there with his lips on my throat.
"Your body says otherwise." And with that he moved away, leaving me sitting on the counter panting and with my heart in my throat.
I could feel the air hitting where his tongue had been on my neck and it sent goosebumps all through my body.
He turned back to me with an omelet on a plate, cutting it in half with his fork and passing it to me.
He was a good cook, a really good cook. An unintentional moan escaped my lips after the first bite, and my eyes went wide as I stared up at him realizing what I'd just done.
He winked at me as we both ate the omelets and I couldn't help but chuckle.
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Roommates
Romance"Something tells me that this won't be the last time." I said, still holding his hand but looking up into his eyes. "I hope it won't." He whispered in a husky voice, leaning in the lifting my chin with his free hand to gently press his lips to mine...
