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Chapter Four

Ashanti POV

I woke up to the sound of knocking on the door and groaned, rolling over in bed before sitting up.

Dragging myself to the door, I opened it with a glare. Harden stood there with a grin. He was wearing just a pair of boxers and a sleeveless sweatshirt, showing his athletic arms as he leaned against the doorframe, staring at me.

"What do you want?" I demanded, noticing his eyes travelling down my body. He stood silently. I snapped my fingers in front of his face, bringing his gaze back up to mine.

"Just making sure you woke up on time." He cleared his throat, "Mr. Sky's orders."

"Well, aren't you the dedicated alarm clock?" I quipped, raising an eyebrow.

He leaned in slightly, "Thanks, breakfast is in an hour. Don't be late."

I scoffed, stepping out of my room and he watched me. "Where's that asshole's bedroom?" I inquired, glancing around at the doors.

"Which one?" Harden queried and I chuckled, turning to him.

"The grumpy bear." I clarified with a shrug. He raised an eyebrow, looking confused as he asked, "Tristan?"

"Is he the one with the green eyes?" I smirked, eager to know more about the guy who clearly didn't want to know me.

"Definitely Tristan." Harden confirmed, pointing to the door across from mine.

"Thanks, cherry." I smiled, playfully patting his cheek. He nodded, but then his curiosity got the better of him.

"Why are you being so nice?" He asked, probably trying to figure me out.

"I could ask you the same thing." I replied as I headed over to Tristan's door.

"No...stop!" Harden exclaimed just as I was about to knock on Tristan's door.

"Why?" I raised an eyebrow, turning to face him, my hand poised to knock.

"He doesn't like anyone waking him up in the mornings." He explained, "He insists on getting up whenever he's ready."

"Really?" With that, I knocked on the door, nonstop. Soon, I heard a groan from inside the bedroom and knocked even harder.

Oh, bitchy me?

"Fucking go away, Harden!" A voice yelled from inside as I kept knocking.

"Ashanti! Stop!" Harden whisper-yelled and I noticed the other guys started to emerge from their bedrooms. I smirked, ignoring them and continuing to knock.

"That's it! You're dead!" I heard the angry voice again.

When the door flew open, I came face to face with the green-eyed boy named Tristan. Despite his messy hair, he didn't even have a typical morning face though I just woke him.

He was shirtless, revealing small, intricate tattoos that adorned his forearms and chest, adding to his rugged appeal.

We locked eyes and I noticed his gaze drift down to my chest. I suddenly remembered I was still in my black lace bra and matching shorts.

Rolling my eyes, I met his glare with one of my own. "Enjoying the view?" I quipped, crossing my arms over my chest defiantly.

"Who's brat is this?" Tristan sassed, staring me down with an intense gaze.

I let out a fake chuckle. "I was just looking for the bathroom."

"Bathroom, huh?" His eyes narrowed, clearly not buying it. "Last time I checked, bathrooms don't require a parade of knocking."