4 Nerds Want Lemons

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Chapter 6

Ryland

Tuesday 9pm

"It amazes me how dumb everyone thinks I am." I complained, kicking off my shoes.

Sammy and I just got back from a three mile run and an hour at the gym. He wanted to bulk up. I wanted to keep in shape.

"I do not think you're dumb." Sammy smiled. His green eyes were full of something I couldn't name today.

"You okay?"

He shrugged, "Sure. I'm gonna go for a swim. In the indoor pool, not the outside one. I'll be up in a little while." He ran away across my house and for a minute he reminded me of Tomlin.

Sly bastard.

I'm glad Sammy liked my house though. The one I'm buying soon looks a lot like this one. My family was from hotel business money. Sometimes it's funded by illegal money, so I've been told by my uncle. But I don't care about that shit.

I have my own money from something I invested in last year. So I don't even need theirs. I was very well off. I'd never have to work a day in my life and I'd still be rich from the royalties from my family's hotel. It's cool with me because I liked having a plan. I also liked being the best dressed in the room and being able to know what that costs. What I didn't like was my friends treating me like shit. Like they did today.

Sammy and Jay both talked to Tomlin about things they shouldn't have. I'd deal with Jay later for now it was time to deal with Sammy.

A while later, after a shower and reading some of my civic homework, Sammy came into my room and sat on my bed looking at me like I hung the moon. His hair was wet and he was only in a pair of clean basketball shorts. His muscles on his abs were moving with his breath and the way he was staring at me made me feel like I was a Rockstar.

"What?" My hormones were screaming at me to touch him. He was bad today and hadn't listened. I knew that would be giving into him and the situation, yet I wanted to do it.

This situation called for it. If I didn't do something soon, Darius was taking this spot from me. And to be honest, he'd deserve it.

"Aren't you mad at me?" Sammy's green eyes bore into me with his seductive, calculating stare.

"Yes. Why?" I was standing across the room at my computer desk, staring at him on my bed like he belonged there. I liked that image. The only thing that would make it better were if he were naked. And possibly kneeling.

"I was hoping today would be the day that you come through with that spanking, bossman." He bit his lip, leaning back, putting his hands on the mattress behind him, showing off his beautiful sculpted torso that veered down to a v.

"Mouse--"

"Come on, just play with me. Once." He pouted. "If you hate it I'll never make you do it again."

"Sammy, you're awful on my nervous system."

"Please, Ryland."

"I can't spank you." He glared, standing, probably to walk away. "I will punish you though."

He stopped his feet from retreating and turned back to me. "You will?" He didn't believe me. He wasn't wearing his shocked face. He looked drab and annoyed.

I lowered my voice and smirked. "Come here, Sammy."

He swallowed like he'd just figured out I was serious. He came to me slowly, almost like he regretted wanting this. "Why do I feel like you're changing your mind?" I whispered, wrapping a hand behind his neck to pull him to me.