King Asshole

“Is he your boyfriend?” he asked.

“He’s someone. He asked me on a date a couple of months ago. We hit it off, but he’s been out of town. He came to Arnold’s, and I offered to cook him dinner. We can go out if you’d rather have the apartment to yourself.”

“No. Would you like me to stay here?” He pointed to his bedroom.

“Would you really stay in your room if I asked you to?”

“Not a chance.”

“Then come out and join us. How are Ryan and the guys?”

“They’re doing good. Lily wants to meet you.”

He saw the way her back seemed to tense at the mention of Lily’s name. He’d been trying to get the two women together, but for some reason, Dani was pretty resistant to the idea. He filed the information away for later.

“Everything okay?” Fred asked.

Jax didn’t like him. There was just something about the asshole that he didn’t like. There was no way Dani was into that.

Keep your thoughts to yourself.

She’s not been judgey to you.

“So, Fred, what do you do?” Jax asked, pulling out a chair, scraping it across the floor.

“I’m an accountant.”

“A math whiz?”

“Something like that.”

“Ah, you stare at numbers all day.”

“Yes. What do you do?”

“I work in a bar.” He glared at the man opposite him.

Dani bent over, pulling a lasagna from the oven. He’d already been noticing her killer curves that he liked to look at. Her full hips, slim waist, huge tits, and thighs that would look good wrapped around his waist as he fucked her hard. He wondered if Dani was a screamer or the kind of woman to keep those sounds to herself.

His cock started to harden, but he refused to cover it. If Dani caught sight of it, whatever.

This prick didn’t deserve her.

“Sounds thrilling. Do you work with Dani?”

“Nope. We work in different places.”

“How did you find this place?” Fred asked.

“I saw it in the paper. There was an ad. That was kind of a funny story, actually. I called him at three in the morning. Can you believe that? I’m surprised he gave me the time of day. I woke him up.”

“I’m sure he’s glad to have someone like you here.”

“Yep, she pays her rent up front. Cooks, cleans, does the laundry. It’s like having a girlfriend.”

“Just without the added extras,” Fred said.

Dani placed the lasagna in the center of the table as Fred put an arm around her waist. Jax didn’t like that, not one bit. Forcing a smile to his lips, he looked at Dani and saw her frowning at Fred. She clearly didn’t like being handled.

“So, Dani, how was your day?” He’d noticed she rarely spent time relaxing. Not only did she work two jobs but she had plenty of hobbies. The latest was sewing. He’d been watching a horror movie as she was stitching something together.

They did that from time to time. Share moments together.

“It was good. Not a lot to talk about, to be honest. You?”

“There were a lot of people sick. It’s why I’m invading your date.”

Dani cut into the lasagna, and he saw Fred caressing her ass. Jax flipped the fork through his fingers, twirling it back and forth. Jealousy wasn’t something that he was used to, but it didn’t matter because he wasn’t feeling that way. Not now, not ever. All that was happening was that he was looking out for his roommate.

Fred was clearly an asshole of giant proportions.

Dani deserved a lot better. She lifted up a piece of lasagna and placed it on his plate first. He smirked at Fred, who wasn’t impressed with the fact he was getting served first. He didn’t give a fuck.

This was his apartment, and he’d be served first.

She cut Fred a slice, then herself.

“They were sick? Is something going around? Are you going to get sick?”

“Nah, I never get sick.” He took a bite of her lasagna, closed his eyes, and moaned. “This is heaven.”

“Thanks. I love to cook.”

“You’re very good at it. I’ve not tasted something this nice in a long time.” He took another bite, ignoring the fucker across his table.

He finished his portion within a matter of minutes and served himself some more. The silence around the table irritated him.

“So, what are you kids doing tonight?”

“I’m going to stick around. Dani and I are going to get reacquainted.”

“In the apartment? You make her cook for you, fuck her, and then leave.”

“Jax! Enough.”

“What? Seriously, you’re going to give it up for this douche right here. He didn’t even have the decency to take you out to dinner.”

“You know nothing,” Fred said.

“Fred, it’s fine.”

“It’s not fine, Dani. Fred’s a fucking loser that wants his cake and is eating it. You should make him work for it.”

Fred stood, and Jax did the same. He was a good few inches taller, more muscular, and he wasn’t afraid of this piece of shit.