King Asshole

Dani wasn’t either so far.

They weren’t avoiding each other.

Their paths hadn’t crossed once.

“Hey, hot stuff,” the blonde he pointed out earlier said, coming to the bar.

“How you doing, baby?” He leaned forward, giving her a smile.

Just the look of her lips had him desperate to be in her mouth, down her throat. He wondered if she swallowed cum or would spit it out.

This was another reason settling down was not for him. He spent a lot of time thinking about other chicks and how good it would be to play with them.

Dani was his roommate.

Nothing more.

Nothing less.

“So, I was thinking I could give you my number.”

“I don’t do numbers. You want me, tell me now, otherwise move on to someone else.”

Rather than be offended, her eyes seemed to dilate and he saw her tits pressing against her shirt. She was ready for it.

“I’ll wait for you.”

His night was now sorted. All he had to do was get rid of Ryan and Lily and he was good to go.

****

Dani flicked through the magazine she was reading and took a sip of her hot chocolate that she’d made herself when she suddenly heard yelling.

“You’re a piece of shit. An asshole!”

Cleaning out the chewy candy she’d also been eating, she stared at her door.

“I cannot believe I even fell for your bullshit. I mean, you wouldn’t even take my number at the bar.”

“I don’t offer promises. You gave me what you want, and now you’re acting like I took what wasn’t freely offered.”

She winced at Jax’s comeback.

This wasn’t the first time she’d heard a fight start out.

She did, however, storm toward the door when something was thrown and collided with hers. She had on a pair of sneakers.

“What the hell?” she asked, opening her door.

She saw a blonde, semi-dressed, her tits still hanging out.

“Great, is that your girlfriend as well? Your boyfriend is a piece of work.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.” She stared at the shattered vase. It was one she’d picked up at a market the other day and had liked instantly. Water covered the floor and the roses she’d also paid for were there. “Do you have no respect for other people’s things? That was mine. How dare you!” She felt her temper building.

“Don’t even think of blaming me. It’s all his fault.”

“Did he pick up the vase and throw it at my door?”

The blonde paused. “He’s a piece of work.”

“Yeah, well, you should have realized that before you picked him up wherever you did. Get out of my apartment, now! Get out.” Dani stormed toward the blonde, pissed off and annoyed that something she’d found had been destroyed. Slamming the door closed behind Jax’s one-night stand, she spun around to find him laughing.

“That was fucking awesome. If I’d known you’d be like that I’d have found you earlier in my life.”

“Do I look amused right now?”

“You look really fucking pissed, to be honest.”

“That’s because I am.” She went into the kitchen, grabbing a mop and bucket. “Do you make a habit of this?”

“Are you going all judgey on me?” he asked.

“I don’t care who you bring back to this apartment, Jax. I have no problem you pissing women off left, right, and center because you screwed their brains out and didn’t want to repeat. I don’t care about any of that. It’s your problem, not mine. What I care about is when my things get destroyed in the process. I liked that vase. I bought it. I paid for it, and instead, it got destroyed because of you. That’s what I have an issue with.” She cleaned up the mess and threw it in the trash. “Not only was that a waste of money, but I liked it.”

“It wasn’t brand-new.”

“No, you’re right. It wasn’t. That belonged to someone else before me so it made it something more to me. Something of value. Do me a favor, keep your women to yourself or at the very least, piss them off once they’re outside that door. How would you like it if I brought a guy here and he threw your precious television across the room, or smashed up your damn stripper pole, huh? How would you like it? You … child!”

She slammed her bedroom door.

This was the first time she could ever recall raising her voice. She didn’t even know why she was angry at him.

Resting her head against the wall, she closed her eyes, locking her fingers together, counting to ten.

One.

Two.

Three.

It had been the total act of disregard for someone else’s things. She would never behave in such a way, and to have her stuff broken because of him had pissed her off. Rolling her neck from side to side, she lifted up her magazine but was no longer interested in the words on the page. Closing it up, she saw it was a little after two in the morning.