My Roommate Is A Greek God (ON HOLD)

10| My Roommate Can't Sleep

10| My Roommate Can't Sleep

dedicated to this dick, because we all knows that she wants the D. Guys I'm joking, don't sue me ;_;

p.s the song assigned to this chapter is my favorite song right now so please listen to it throughout the whole chapter. ._.

the song is Stay High (Habits Remix)

It's been two weeks since that night. Two fricking week of avoiding Sasha. At first, on that night, he was angry. I heard him break something, a glass. The day after he tried to talk to me and his hands were badly bruised. I obviously didn't speak to him not give him a chance.

After the first week of avoidance, he got even more angry. He started coming in late like around 12-3, and he started bringing other girls in as usual. Unfortunately, I caught the sense of weed on his clothes. And he informed me before, that he smokes when he's stressed.

He looked more rough as well with his hair getting longer and not being tidied. It only made him even hotter but made me more scared that I even still thought of him as a hot Greek god.

Worse of all, I actually started to miss him. I missed his touch and his warmth. His annoying remarks and, of course, the sex.

Once I told Lanie and Anders they were all over it.

"Dangerous," Anders cooed over the phone, "I like it. You should like it."

"Of course she doesn't like it!" Lanie countered him. "She doesn't know him!"

Lanie was right. I felt like I didn't know him. Him confessing about his family being...mobsters only unfolded a thought that made me say: Who is Sasha Rumancek, really? And what was worse was that I knew that the whole mobster thing was most likely the starter in the domino affect of age events in his life. The rest of it would be too much.

"I just don't know what to do." I said exasperated. I rubbed my temples as I held the phone tightly to my ear.

"Truth may not be always be want you want to hear," Anders countered, "either you face the rest of the truth and get it out of him, or be paranoid and kick him out, babe."

The blunt and simple tone in the answer made me angry as much as it was right. It was easier said than done. I can go in like a rock, ready for the full story and then come out like a puddle on floor, overwhelmed by the answers.

But I had to do it. I was just too chicken, but I wasn't ready yet.

"It's easier said than done, Anders," Lanie retorted, "she doesn't know what she's getting into and its better to go in prepared."

"Explain to me what 'prepared' means." I could see the plain look printed on Ander's face.

"I don't know!" Lanie panicked, "with a weapon, I guess."

"A weapon is what got me into this predicament in the first place. I terrified to be in the same room with him now."

"Well you can't do it over text or over phone." Lanie said defeated, "just swallow your pride, grow a couple of pears and talk to him."

"Guys-" I jumped in fright as I heard the door behind me shut. I instantly got up from my seat at the computer desk in the living room. I already knew who had entered. And my body ached for his touch but I wouldn't dare satisfy it.

I couldn't even utter words as my back was towards Sasha's frame. Then I made a run for it but he was faster than me and beat me to my bedroom door. His hand was firmly on the wood and my back was against his chest. His breath was uneven and he smelled of aftershave and weed. A, surprisingly, not bad sent.