“Seriously, Jake-ass! It only take two seconds to change the fucking toilet paper roll. Two! Or do you think that you’re so damn special that you’re above such menial tasks? Common freaking courtesy! Don’t you have your own damn bathroom?!? Why were you using mine?”
I close my eyes when my head feels like it’s going to explode. A minute later she’s storming into the living room and falling backwards with a huff on the couch. Which causes her short ass dress to ride up and my cock to swell. Bitch.
“If it’s so damn easy to change the roll, then why all the bitching?” I ask.
“You’re such a jerk,” she grumbles right as the doorbell rings.
Who the fuck? Since Addy doesn’t make a move to get it, I haul my tired ass out of the chair and go jerk the door open. I’m surprised to see Zack standing on the stoop, but at the same time I’m hoping he might want to hit up a bar and get drunk.
"What's up?" I finally say in greeting.
"Not a damn thing. You busy?" Zack asks looking over my shoulder into the house. Dammit. Addy’s gonna probably lose her shit meeting him, just like every other woman.
"Fuck no,” I respond then yell loud enough for her to hear me, “Unless you consider getting yelled out by a batshit crazy cunt about changing the roll of toilet paper busy.”
"I heard that, you asshole!" her raised voice carries.
Here goes nothing. I hold the door open for him. "Come in and meet the bitch. She's so fucking sweet it hurts." I don’t want Zack to encourage her, and I want him to think she's nuts so that he'll stay away from her.
I follow him into the living room where he stops short when he sees Addy. He’s probably thinking the same thing I did. She doesn’t look anything like you’d imagine Satan’s daughter.
"Holy shit!" Addy exclaims, quickly scrambling to her feet while practically drooling. "You didn't tell me Zack Bradford was coming over, honey. I would've put on something nice."
"Oh, baby, the only thing nicer than what you're wearing right now would be nothing at all," Zack tells her, making her face flush and red lips part on a gasp.
Fucking great. Of course he’d have to hit on her. Like having all the women in the world fall to their knees for him isn’t enough. But Addy’s not like all the rest. She’s a classy woman that doesn’t go around fucking asshole football players just because they’re famous. This I know for a fact, so he can have at it.
"Good fucking luck," I snort when I slouch back down into my chair and start flipping through channels as a distraction. “She’s colder than ice, man.” I try to warn him away. “And quit the act, bitch. He knows you're paid to be here."
I can practically feel her hatred burning through the back of my head.
"Addison, right?" Zack asks.
"Sure am. It's really nice to meet you. I'm a huge fan," she says, making me scoff and roll my eyes.
"It's nice to meet you, too. Really nice," Zack says, sounding way too fucking flirty for my liking. He’s gonna be pissed when she actually shoots him down for probably the first time in his life.
"Can I get you anything? Maybe a drink?" Addy asks, and is it just me or does her voice suddenly sound…sultrier?
"Rum and coke?" Zack ask.
"Coming right up," she says, and that definitely sounded more breathy before I hear them walk into the kitchen.
I can’t make out their conversation, but I’m sure Zack’s putting his best moves on Addy. She'll likely be star struck and flattered, but ultimately she'll decline. I’ll never hear the end of it.
I turn the volume down on the TV when I notice how quiet it is. Nothing. Not a sound. Time to go investigate.
There’s an empty glass on the kitchen counter but neither Addy nor Zack are around. No, no, no. I walk down the hall and don’t hear any talking. Wait, was that a whimper?
“Ah, Zack!”
You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!
It feels like a fist nailing me in the gut when I get to the door and see them. Addy’s on her back, dress hiked up to her waist, thighs spread around Zack's shoulders while he eats her pussy like a starving man.
"What the fuck?" I exclaim in shock, but Zack barely acknowledges my presence with an over the shoulder glance before he lifts her hips and goes back to tongue fucking her.
And Addy...God she’s so damn gorgeous, and the sounds she’s making as she grabs handfuls of the comforter are the sexiest things I’ve ever heard. Then she’s looking over at me still standing in the doorway. Her amber eyes are clouded with lust, and her lips part as she gasps and moans. Seeing another man pleasure her is almost enough to bring me to my knees. My throat suddenly tightens, and the lack of oxygen makes me sway on my feet. I grab onto the dresser to keep myself upright.