Alphahole (Alphahole Roommates 1)

What. A. Slob.

I lock the door and test the doorknob to make sure it worked. Last thing I need is him walking in on me in here.

A quick test and I see that his shower works. And it’s the freaking bomb. It has multiple heads pointing from several directions.

I brought my bodywash, bath puff, my shampoo, conditioner, and my razor so I look for places to line up my bottles, so they’ll be in reaching distance. There’s a shelf on the wall with a bottle of men’s head to toe hair and bodywash.

I put my bodywash beside it and my hand touches something jelly-like. There’s a … is that… no.

I blink at it, making sure my eyes aren’t playing tricks on me.

A head honcho? Flesh light? Elastic Lassie. It has many names and I’ve only ever seen them online before but, yep, this is definitely one of those. It’s a clear jelly-like flashlight-shape with a distinctive vagina-looking jelly top opening.

Oh shit. I cringe and back up.

And then I envision him using it. Pumping it on his dick. I can’t envision his actual dick, since I’ve never seen it, but I’ve seen a lot of the rest of him. The sexy v of his hips. His thighs. His bulging muscles that’d ripple as he pumped his man meat.

Whoa. I’m doing the opposite of cringing now.

He would totally freak if he found out I was in here. Totally. I’ve invaded his privacy.

I can’t abandon my plan, though. I have to meet the girls in the lobby in twenty-five minutes. I’m going to have to make this a super-fast shower and make sure there’s no sign I was here, run to my room, dry my hair super-fast, and get moving.

20

AIDEN

Dealing with my mother in the office just added insult to injury with the shitty day and my foul mood.

She strutted in and shut the door hard.

“Stop it.” was how she greeted me.

My eyebrows shot up.

“You are hurting our family, you know that?”

“Don’t know what you’re talkin’ about. I’m busy here, Audra. You wanna see me during office hours, make an appointment.”

She proceeded to pull down cords of all the blinds that were pulled to the top of the windows until the office was completely private.

“Quentin doesn’t like that. Likes his staff to have access to their managers. Prefers transparency at work. Unlike at home…”

“Why do you hate me so much?”

I cocked an eyebrow at her as if to ask, really?

“You walked in on an unfortunate indiscretion more than two years ago, Aiden. Surely, you’re over it. Be an adult. It’s not like stories about your sexual escapades haven’t reached my ears. Or my eyes. I walked in on you and Sienna that one time, remember?”

“How can I forget? Of course I’m over it,” I stared dead into her eyes. Her frosty blue eyes. “Not like seein’ your mother getting spit-roasted by two men in the filthy garden shed would leave scars or anything.”

She flinched. “I don’t know what you’re up to, but I know it’s something. You’re having me followed. It needs to stop.”

I snickered. “If you got nothin’ to hide, what’s it matter?”

She was right to be uncomfortable. I’ve been having things shaken up and made sure she knows it.

“I know you’re up to something,” she blurted.