Alphahole (Alphahole Roommates 1)

Before I left, I found a single banana removed from the bunch on the island. It had a Post-it on it, telling me he has our whole weekend booked. He signed it, The Banana Thief. I’ve tucked the Post-it into my nightstand to save it.

I’ve already talked to my Mom today, as I was getting ready to go, and she told me Dad’s doing well. He says he’s back to work Monday. She wants him to take a bit more time off, but he refuses.

She asked me about Aiden and I told her he’s great, that we’re officially exclusive, and she sounded super-happy for me.

I decide to book an appointment at a clinic as soon as possible, too, so I can do an STD test. I like it a lot that Aiden resisted the urge to go ungloved. Between the two of us, he was the one being logical by wanting tests.

And they say men think with their dicks. Clearly, I was thinking with my pussy, because I was all, “Come inside me, Aiden…” like a dirty slut.

He turns me into a dirty slut. He’s insatiable, he makes me feel insatiable. He makes sure I get off multiple times every time we’re having sex. I’m on top of the world, today.

I get into the office building and Ally and I hit the Starbucks cart before the elevator. I buy Aiden a coffee along with mine.

When I get upstairs, his door is not only closed, but his blinds are down and I can hear him through the door, shouting. I don’t know who he’s shouting at, but the angry-sounding Aiden takes me backwards for a second. He hasn’t been angry since before we left. Not really, unless you count the thing with his mother.

I put both coffees down at my desk and send him a text.

“I brought you a Starbucks but your door is closed and you’re yelling sooooo…. come get it when you’re ready.”

People are walking by, saying good morning and some are making faces at his door as they go by. The blinds alone look strange, but the shouting has eyebrows raised.

I begin to get into my day and not long later, my phone dings.

Aiden: “Come to my office. Now.”

Now?

Excuse me?

I get up from my desk and go to his office and knock, then open the door. He’s sitting behind his desk, a scowl on his face.

I raise my eyebrows. “Come to my office now? How about, Carly, would you come to my office, please?”

“I said now,” he says, looking dead serious.

I close his door and then fold my arms across my chest.

“Um, excuse me, but whether I’m your employee or your girlfriend, neither is reason to talk to me like that.”

“Come here,” he says.

“Where?” I snap.

“Here. On this side of the desk.” He moves back half a foot and points at the floor in front of him.

“Oh, I don’t think so.” I spin to go, and he exhibits bionic speeds because he’s up and grabbing me and pulling me tight to his body. He’s got a devious gleam in his eye as he backs me against the door.

“Wanted to see if I’d still get that sass I like so much. Good to know I haven’t made you go completely soft, peaches.”

I glare at him.

He grins at me and then fits both hands to my bottom.

I’m wearing a long grey jersey skirt with a deep slit and a burgundy blouse today, with pumps.

“You look smokin’ hot today, baby.” His mouth comes to mine.

I bite his bottom lip.