I Blame Wattpad for My High Expectations of Men

Chapter 10 - Your place or mine?

*Author's Note: This is what Lola (left) and Kelsey (right) were wearing to the party that is to be mentioned in this chapter. Feel free to imagine their hairdos and shoes in any way you like, though, or even their outfits in general if you don't like what you see here. This goes for any and all outfits that are ever described/shown in any of my stories, by the way. Imagination can be a great tool, so use it wisely! Stay blessed! :)*

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~Flashback Continued~

~One Month Later - October 2016~

"You sure you don't mind folding the laundry tonight, G? I can always do it when I come back."

"You know," I tell Kelsey as I finish folding one of my shirts before picking up one of hers, "the whole point of me being your little bitch is for me to make your life easier, right? So, no, I'll fold the laundry." Kelsey sighs at my words.

        What? Not my fault she's still in denial about that whole challenge thing that's been over with for a month now.

"I don't care what you say, but I myself refuse to let you throw in the towel. I don't care if it's been an entire month since the last time you've exchanged a word with the idiot, the semester isn't over yet."

"You're delusional." I shake my head at her.

"No, I'm a believer of faith and miracles. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm already late for my date."

        Hehe, that rhymed.

        I fight back a smile, though.

"Tell Hayden I said hi."

"And you tell Connor that my bed is off limits."

        I chuckle at her words and she's out the door, leaving me alone until Connor arrives.

       Yeah, a lot had happened in that past month. For one, Kelsey and Hayden had been hanging out nonstop for three weeks. They were so cute together -still are- that it was beyond adorable, meanwhile his best friend and I had yet to cross paths again, not even on the rare occasions that we had spotted each other in class. Nevertheless, I had wasted no time creating my college fuck buddy list since the house party, and Fuck Buddy #5 was stopping by that particular night. 

        I fold the last of the laundry and go to put on a new laced lingerie set that I've recently bought, and just in time to hear a knock on the door. I check the peep hole and there he is. Connor Miller: straight-A student, captain of the men's soccer team here at UCSB, and his size isn't that far away from the soccer ball that he kicks around itself, if you're picking up what I'm putting down...okay well, it was obviously not the same shape, but you get the idea.

"Connor, hey."

"Hey! Sorry I'm late," he rushes his words out as he closes the door behind him and proceeds to take off his leather jacket. "My roommate ended up taking both apartment keys with him, so I had to wait until he got back." He then takes the time to give me a quick glance, a smirk lingering at the side of his mouth. "Fuck, is that a new set?"

        Needless to say, the smirk I return says it all.

        He snakes an arm around my waist, bringing me closer to attack my neck.

"No worries. Kelsey won't be back until later tonight, so we have plenty of time."

"Perfect," he murmurs against my skin and then cups my ass to raise me up, carrying us all the way to my bed.