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Chapter11
On time, ha!
Avani
My head hurts, badly.
Hangovers aren’t for the weak, and mixing drinks is a big no-no. But I didn’t really get that memo last night when I decided to drink everything under the sun and more.
I reach for my phone with blurry eyes, then hold it in my hand before I open it to read a message from Grayson.
Grayson: Be ready by ten
So demanding. I forgot I agreed to go shopping with him for items for the club. I scroll up and read my other messages as they come back to me, and I cringe. Looking at the time, I have fifteen minutes to get ready. Shit.
I get up quickly and jump in the shower, getting lost in the soothing spray as I stand there. It feels good to shake off the fog in my head while I brush my teeth.
“Do you ever plan to be on time?”
I jump at that voice.
“Oh my God, are you in my shower?” I squeak.
“I’m in the bathroom, not the shower. You are in the shower,” he points out.
“And you are in my house,” I retort.
“Correction, my house, as you cleared up last night. But yes, I guess you do rent it.”
Pulling the shower curtain back, his eyes fall straight to my breasts before they slide down lower and lower until they finally trace their way back up to my face.
“About that. Why did you do it?” I question.
“Why are you naked?” he asks, his eyes hard. I lean in, and when I’m close enough, I see specks of green in his eyes.
“It’s my shower. You invited yourself in.” I breathe in his face.
“I see you brushed your teeth,” he mentions, not making a move to back up.
“I see you’re still an asshole.” My hand goes to my naked hip and rests there. Before I can say or do anything, he moves. I gasp as his hand goes to my throat, gripping it as his lips meet mine.
Holy shit.
What is he doing?
And why am I not pushing him away?
He squeezes a little tighter around my throat, and my hands reach up and hold onto his shoulders. It all happens so fast, and I’m not even sure I’m fully there as I experience it. Somehow my body—my very naked body—finds his, and now I am leaning against him. His other hand slides down my side until it grasps my hip, holding me still.
With his lips moving against mine, my mouth parts. He takes that invitation and slips his tongue in, eliciting a moan that I try and fail to suppress. He tastes like peppermint and something else I can’t quite put my finger on. His tongue plays with mine in a slow, sexual motion, one I have never felt before. It’s like he’s savoring every inch of me.
I pull away with widening eyes, and our lips separate, his hands falling back to his sides. We both stare at each other in a shared state of shock. Then, I lift my hand and slap him across the face.
He smirks at the contact, then turns and stalks out, leaving me standing there with wetness between my legs that isn’t from the shower. That realization has me groaning with frustration. I get dressed as fast as I can, then leave my room to find him at the kitchen counter on his phone. He doesn’t look up at me as I approach.
“I’m ready,” I state, my eyes narrowing when he finishes what he’s typing before glancing over his shoulder at me.
“So you can get ready on time. Look at that.” He slides his phone into his pocket and turns to face me fully. “Your lips are pink.”
