The Heartbreaker

“I called an Uber,” she announces.

“You can’t leave me right now,” I whisper-shout.

“I can’t stay!” Her mouth drops. “Come with me.”

“I can’t leave. This is my house too.” I frown.

“So, you deal with it. I just saw Jagger Cruz fucking a woman and holy shit, Jo.” Her eyes widen.

“We couldn’t even see anything,” I whisper.

“You’re right, but what we saw is enough.”

“I can’t believe you’re going to freaking leave me to deal with this.” I point down the hall.

“Go to your room and go to sleep. It’ll all be forgotten tomorrow,” she says.

“Okay.” I nod. That sounds completely possible. I kiss her cheek and lock the door behind her as she runs to her Uber.

As I undress, sloppily, because even in my drunken state I know I’m being sloppy, I think about what I saw. Jagger. A naked Jagger. Fucking a woman. Heat floods my entire body. I look at the door, wondering if they picked up where they left off, if they’re still . . . I shiver. I shouldn’t care. I don’t care. Absolutely don’t care. Yet, there’s a twist of something deep in my stomach as I recall what I saw. Jealousy? There’s no way. I mean, maybe there is a way. Maybe I’m jealous that someone is getting lucky while I’m just sitting here thinking about it in my underwear. There’s commotion outside my room and I sit up straight. I can’t hear what the voices are saying, but I do hear the door slam shut and the stomping in the hall just before the door opens suddenly.

“What are you—”

“You think this is funny?” Jagger asks. He’s positively seething, shirtless, and seething, and holy shit he is so hot. So, so hot. I hate him, absolutely hate him, but damn. “You think it’s funny to come home in this state and barge into my room in the middle of the night like that?”

I shake my head. I want to say I don’t think it’s funny at all, but I can’t look away from his thunderous gaze and his chiseled jaw or his messy sex god hair and his ripped torso. Jesus. I knew Jagger was hot but this is beyond.

“I’m drunk,” I say instead. “Like really drunk and I don’t ever get drunk like ever and I am so mortified and so sorry. Truly.”

His expression softens, not much, but enough. “We need to set up ground rules if we’re going to make this living arrangement work.”

“Okay.”

“Good.” He breaks his gaze from mine and lowers it to the rest of my body. His jaw twitches and I swear he looks more pissed off than he did a second ago.

“What?”

“Nothing.” He swallows.

“Oh.” I look down at myself and realize I’m wearing nothing but a strapless bra and ivory lace panties. “I . . . I was changing but then I couldn’t find my pajamas and I mean, is it me or is it really hot in this house?”

“Yeah. Really hot.” He lets out a laugh. “We’ll talk in the morning.” His jaw twitches again as he turns around and slams the door shut behind him, making me jump. He slams his own door shut as well, making me jump again.

Living with Jagger Cruz is definitely not for the faint of heart.

Chapter Eight

Jagger

“I’m sorry about yesterday.” Jo’s voice is just above a whisper. “I never, ever get like that.”

I shake my head. I’m not sure I’ve ever been able to hold a grudge against Jo and this is no different, but seeing her barge into my room while I was with Jessa was a lot to handle, especially since I’d been thinking of her. I told myself it was because she was my roommate now and she’d always been my what-if, but if I’m being honest with myself, I think about Jo a lot more often than I should. I shut my eyes and huff out a quiet laugh. It’s pathetic, really, and something I’d never admit to anyone.

“Where’d you go last night?” I turn around with two mugs of coffee in hand and place them on the table in the kitchen.

“Frat party.” She takes a sip of coffee. “Boring frat party.”

“You went to a boring frat party and came home like that?” I raise an eyebrow.

“Yeah.” She licks her lips. I look away. The last thing I need or want is to get caught up in those lips and wishing they were on mine. “I’d never smoked and then I started taking shots and . . . yeah. I guess I overdid it. I’m sorry I walked in on you like that. It wasn’t on purpose.”

“It was probably for the best.” I take a sip of coffee. “But we do need to set up boundaries if we want this to work.”

“I agree.”

“No barging into each other’s rooms without knocking,” I say.