Baby Mine – Hunter & Lennon (Roommate Duet 1)

“Nada.”

“He did say he wanted to watch the sunset, so he probably went for a longer drive.” I shrug, making my way down the hall to my bedroom. I change into some yoga pants and a tank top and decide to make myself something to eat, hoping it’ll soak up the wine.

“I see you finally figured out the dishwasher,” I call out when I’m in the kitchen and see the sink isn’t full for once.

“No, I just put everything back in the cabinets,” he immediately retorts.

“You better be joking!” I scold, instantly opening the doors to call his bluff.

I hear his feet pad against the floor as he makes his way into the kitchen. “I’m not completely incompetent. I had a date over. She did it.”

I slam the door I left open and avoid his gaze. I can’t tell if he’s messing with me, but if his dates want to do his chores, then I’m all for it. “Well, whatever.”

Turning, I walk toward the fridge and grab the ingredients to make a sandwich. I think back to the conversation Sophie and I had about Brandon and Hunter and how she’s basically going to be Hunter in her situation—the third wheel roommate.

I’d feel bad for Hunter, but he’s the reason things are so tense between us. If he wouldn’t make my life a living hell, maybe help out a bit, and stop being an arrogant bastard, we’d get along just fine. Part of me wonders if he acts out because he feels I stole his best friend from him. Or that I invaded his space. Whatever the reason, it doesn’t merit acting the way he does toward me.

“Where’s the deli meat?” I ask, looking in the fridge.

“Uh…” Hunter stands close behind me, and considering he’s almost a foot taller than I am and shirtless, I don’t dare turn around. “In my belly.”

I look over my shoulder to scowl at him when he rubs a hand over his stupid abs.

“I literally bought two pounds of turkey last week,” I say between gritted teeth, slamming the door.

“Guess you’ll learn to buy double next time,” he says smugly, flashing a grin.

“Ugh!” I crash into him as I walk by, but it doesn’t even faze him. But damn, it makes my shoulder throb.

“I don’t know what you’re getting so worked up about. Untwist your panties and chill.” He strolls back to the couch and plops down, spreading his legs out like an animal.

“Because I’m hungry, and you’re constantly eating everything!” I shout. “Perhaps we need our own shelves, and you can buy your own food since some of us are children and don’t know how to share!”

His chuckling only angers me more. I wouldn’t be so damn pissed if I wasn’t starving with a bottle of wine swirling around in my empty stomach.

“Fuck it, I’m ordering food,” I mutter mostly to myself as I open the delivery app on my phone.

“Sweet. Where are you ordering from? I could eat.”

I slowly glare at him so hard I’m sure my eyes will pop out of my face. “Are you fucking kidding right now?”

Hunter holds up his hands. “Fine, geez. Someone needs to get laid.” He chuckles, lowering his arms.

I take a seat on the chair and try to ignore him. Scanning through my food options, I finally pick something and place my order. “Speaking of laid, my date and I were on that chair earlier.”

I leap up so fast, I nearly lose my balance. “You’re a goddamn pig.”

He’s sitting on the other side of the couch, and when I walk past, I smack his head and don’t even feel bad about it.

“What the hell was that for?” He rubs his head as if it actually hurt him.

“For having sex in the living room! Don’t you have any decency? What if Brandon or I walked in when you were naked and…” I shudder, unable to finish my sentence and walk down the hallway to my room.

“For the record, I wasn’t naked! Blow jobs don’t require nudity,” he shouts.

I want to scream, but instead, I slam my bedroom door shut once I’m inside. I can’t wait until Brandon and I move out, and if it’s not sometime in the very near future, I might actually choke Hunter in his sleep. Hell, knowing him, he’d probably think it was foreplay and enjoy it.

Thirty minutes later, I hear the doorbell and am relieved my food is finally here. I’m so hangry that if I don’t eat, Hunter will be on the receiving end of my wrath.

“Our dinner is here,” Hunter singsongs, rushing toward the door and beating me there.

“Fuck off.” I push him with my hip, and he chuckles, backing out of my way.

“C’mon, you’re the one who said we’re supposed to be sharing.” He flashes a childish grin, and I grimace.