Cheater (Complete)

Chapter Forty-Six: Unexpected Friends

Dean’s POV

Memory Continued

I groaned mentally.

What the fuck was she doing here?

She was wearing a pair of the smallest shorts I’ve ever seen, looking more like a denim belt than anything else, showing me that she had a pretty small butt. Perky but small.

That didn’t do anything for me. I liked to have a nice handful. This just didn’t compare.

Paired with the tiny shorts, she was wearing a crop top. No bra. Know how I noticed? Her nipple was in danger of falling out of the wide neck of her top.

This must have been to the purpose of seducing me. There was no way she’d wear this on a regular basis. She was a slut but not that big of a slut. This just wasn’t very practical.

“Hey baby” she smiled at me, leaning against the doorframe, looking like she was about to welcome me into her apartment instead of her just being in the hallway.

I blinked.

How the hell was I going to get her to leave me the fuck alone?

“I’m not interested” I said simply, starting to close the door.

She seemed shocked. Maybe not so much that she was sure I would give in and fuck her but that I was so blunt.

Well, what did she want? I wasn’t interested.

“Aren’t you a little fucking full of yourself?” she asked, making me pause.

That was unexpected.

She scoffed, pushing past me to get into the apartment.

“I came here to ask for a favor, you ass” she told me, leaning against the counter, the action pulling her shorts up tight against her crotch.

I looked away a little too late, having gotten an eyeful.

“What do you want?” I muttered.

I didn’t like anything about this.

Even if she was just going to ask me a favor, I would be pissed if Rosie somehow heard about her getting a little too fucking comfortable in our apartment.

The last thing I needed with her is more problems. We just got over the whole sex thing (to some extent. Really, it was more of a truce).

Ruby took out a cigarette from her tiny shorts, not hesitating twice before lighting it.

“What did you want?” I repeated.

She gave me a little smile.

“Do you have any condoms?” she asked.

I must have looked absolutely dumbfounded because she felt the need to explain.

“We ran out and kinda realized it a little late. Since we’re neighbors, I figured I would ask. It’s the neighborly thing to do” she said, taking a long drag from her cigarette.

That explained the hastily put on clothes at least. And the lack of panties and a bra. She must have left in a rush to come over here.

“Uh, no sorry. I don’t have any” I muttered.

Why did I need them when I wasn’t having sex anyway?

She seemed surprised though.

“With a pretty girl like yours? Is she on the pill then? Or did you run out too?” she smirked knowingly at me, as if we were sharing a joke.