Alphahole (Alphahole Roommates 1)

Why didn’t it occur to me it could be her in my shower? Because I’m still steaming from Sienna’s stunt last night, I guess.

Fuck sakes.

A minute later she’s in the kitchen in a bathrobe, her hair up in a towel and her eyes are still wide.

I’m drinking bourbon. Bourbon courtesy of Sienna from last night.

“I’m sorry. I… the other shower was broken. I didn’t really have a choice. I was all sweaty from the gym and…I didn’t think it’d be a problem.”

I glare at her. “That’s my fuckin’ space. No one’s space but mine. This isn’t a corporate apartment where you’ve got the fuckin’ run of the joint. It’s my fuckin’ apartment and I made a deal with my father that he can use the spare room. That’s what you’re entitled to. Fuck roommate rules. My condo. My fuckin’ rules. If the other shower’s broken, you’re not automatically entitled to use mine.”

She’s got her front teeth rooted in her juicy bottom lip and I belatedly get the beginnings of a fucking erection, remembering the eyeful I got of her luscious fucking tits with those perfect pink nipples, her round ass, the peek I got of her cunt.

Fuck me. Fuckin’ fuck me.

I thrust my hand through my hair, brain still blitzing, too goddamn angry at all the bullshit that’s my fuckin’ life right now and now my brain is filling with images of this little goddess with the hottest body I’ve laid eyes on in… maybe ever.

I’m glad we’ve got the kitchen bar between us, hiding the motherfucking tent in my suit pants right now.

“I’m really sorry,” she whispers meekly and spins to head the other way and I feel a stab of guilt. This is an emotion I haven’t felt in a long time.

“I didn’t know it was you or I wouldn’t have broken the door,” I call out.

She stops but doesn’t turn around to look at me.

I refill my glass and take another gulp. She’s still standing there, her back to me.

“When that bitch was here last night waitin’ for me… she shouldn’t have been. She wasn’t welcome. I thought you were her again.”

She peeks over her shoulder, still looking meek. “Okay.”

She starts walking.

“I’ll have the other shower fixed tomorrow,” I mutter and take another swig of my Booker’s.

“If you want I can just go stay with Ally. They have a couch.”

“No,” I shake my head.

“I should. I’ll just…”

“No. Stay here,” I demand.

“Okay. Thanks,” she whispers and closes the pocket doors behind herself as she gets into the mouth of the hall.

For what purpose, I don’t know at first, but then I realize she’s putting as much distance between us as she possibly can right now. Because I’ve scared the shit out of her with my temper.

And now I’m pissed at myself.

Fifteen minutes later, I’m on the terrace, smokin

g a cigarette and I see her move through the living space, all dressed up in a tight little black dress with spaghetti straps, her hair wild and curly. Sky high heels on her feet, making her legs seem a mile long. That ass. I wanna fuckin’ fly in there and take her to the carpet and bite that perfect fucking ass. My dick twitches. My jaw is tight. Yet I’m still seething with anger.

She leaves the apartment, shutting the lights out as she goes, probably not realizing I’m out here.

I grab my phone and call my father.

“Aiden, hello. What a nice surp---”