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Standing in all his shirtless glory with a white towel wrapped around his waist is Kalum leaning against the doorjamb, tilting his head with a brow raised. Are those tattoos all over his arms and chest?
Come on, Aura, get a grip.
“I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t know you were home.” I lower my gaze so he doesn’t notice I’m staring at him.
He pushes off the doorway and walks farther into the room, and my eyes move, looking at the floor. I have never seen a man naked in person before, but Kalum St. Claire is all man, and the lower half of me recognizes it. The man is beautiful. Everywhere. He is gorgeous with a chiseled body, but he has the worst attitude when he speaks.
My cheeks heat. I bend my knees, lowering slowly to pick up the rag and turn to keep wiping down the furniture, hoping he will go back and change in the bathroom, preferably with the door closed.
“What are you doing in here?”
I freeze and angle my head toward him, and he is still clad in the towel.
“What does it look like? I’m cleaning your room. It is what your mother had instructed me to do when I came home. I’msorry. I didn’t know you would be here. I was trying to be quick and get it done before you made it home.”
“I didn’t agree for you to clean my room, and I prefer you didn’t unless I’m here. I don’t want you going through my stuff.” He opens a drawer and takes out some boxers, the ding of the brass handle sounding against hard wood when he slides the drawer closed.
I’m about to leave the room when he suddenly drops the towel, and my eyes widen when they land on his cock. Oh my God, he’s huge. Everywhere. I’m stunned, not believing he would do something like that, but I’m more shocked at the sheer size of him.
I spin around. “What the hell, Kalum.”
“Like I said, I didn’t agree for you to clean my room. You’re in my room, and I’m getting dressed.”
“I could leave and come back,” I quip.
“What’s wrong, Aura? Are you nervous?”
“No. I’m just not interested in seeing you get dressed,” I snap.
Iamnervous. The guy looks like an Adonis with straight dark-brown hair, a perfect nose, a chiseled jaw that can cut my panties in half with a hard body and a cock that is freakishly big. His body makes me feel hot and wet. I have never seen a man naked except when I was curious and Googled what a man would look like without their clothes on, but I have to say, Kalum looks better. I have no one to compare his cock to because I’ve never been intimate with a man before. The most Marcus and I have done is kiss, and he felt me up on my breast my junior year when he drove me home. We were kissing, and he began to lower his hand and touch my breasts, but it didn’t feel right, so I made an excuse for him to stop. Marcus was understanding and patient. He respected my wishes, and that made me like him even more.
He scoffs, “Yeah, right. Every girl does.”
“Well, I’m not every girl, and I have a boyfriend.”
He chuckles. “Yeah, I’m sure he takes great care of you. That’s why you’re here cleaning my room. Please. I’m almost positive he hasn’t called you since you got here and is most likely balls deep in pussy.”
I flinch because he is right. Marcus hasn’t called me to see if I arrived. Gina texted me that she was busy with school and would text me later, but she never did.
“You’re such a pig.”
“No, I’m honest. If he hasn’t called, it’s because you’re easy to forget. Don’t get all high and mighty with me like you’re too good for me or some shit. You don’t have to worry about me because I don’t fuck ugly chicks.”
Trying not to look at his chest, I look him straight in the eyes. “At least we can agree we both find each other unattractive.”
His eyes flicker with something I can’t describe. Like it bothers him for me to find him unattractive.
“Good. I’m glad we understand each other. Now clean my room and get out.”
My eyes sting. Kalum has been such an ass since I got here, and I have done nothing for him to act like that toward me.
Grabbing the sheets that I piled on the floor, I head to the laundry room, blinking back the tears threatening to spill. I refuse to cry in front of him.
I place the soiled sheets and pour the soap inside the washer, and when I close the washing machine door, a sob I was trying to keep at bay escapes. The tears spill, and I sniff, missing my mother and my father desperately. How could this have happened?
How could my life be turned upside down? One minute, I’m happy with my parents, my boyfriend, my best friend at school, and in a split second, I’ve lost my parents and everything I have ever known, leaving me with practically no money, no home, anda job as a housekeeper to a privileged family with a rich snob for a son who apparently hates the fact that I’m here.
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