Trouble: A BWWM Bad-Boy Billionaire Romance Read Online Free Page B
Author: Alyse Zaftig
blood drained from my face.
"It's not the walk of shame," Trouble announced. "I'm walking her home. God knows how many drunk assholes there are on the streets at this hour." He looked at his roommates pointedly. They just laughed.
"You want some pizza?" one of them said to me.
"No, I'm good, thanks."
Trouble opened the pizza box and stuffed an entire slice into his mouth. I don't know if he chewed. He just inhaled it. I shouldn't be surprised anymore, since Chris was pretty much the same, but the volume of food that swimmers ate was just insane.
"Let's go."
I looked down at him. "I don't mind seeing you in your boxers, but what about the early morning drunks?"
He looked down at his boxers. "Shit."
His roommate said, "Gonna give the girls a show, is that it?"
"Fuck off." Trouble went back into his room and put on pants. He came out looking hot as hell, his hair sticking up, as if we had spent the night making sweet love instead of sleeping off our hangovers.
"Let's go. I mean it this time."
His roommates went back to their video game, and Trouble walked me back across the street to my dorm.
"We have to call Andrea to get you in. You don't have your keys." He sighed. "But before we do that, we have to talk."
"Okay." Wasn't that my line?
"How much do you remember of last night?"
"Um, I went to a party with Andrea, but I was super uncomfortable because she was practically fucking this one guy, so I went to go find you, but you were kissing Samantha, and I started drinking...it's really fuzzy after that."
"Fuzzy how?"
"Fuzzy, like I don't remember anything between drinking my first shot of vodka and spewing the vodka up this morning."
I saw his whole body relax. "Okay."
"Why? What happened last night?"
"Nothing."
"The look on your face says that it's something. What went on last night? How did I end up in your bed?"
"I had to take care of you. You were sloppy drunk. You don't have any tolerance, you know. You can't drink that much. Some guy was trying to take advantage of you last night. That's why you woke up in my bed."
I was a little bit sad, because that means that drunk Laila did not seduce Trouble into taking her home last night. Trouble did just what Chris would. I hated myself, because I had pushed him even harder into the big brother role that I wanted to get him out of.
"So, um." I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "Thank you for taking care of me last night."
"No problem," he said, his eyes on the ground. "I'm just glad you're safe. Bye."
He walked away, and my heart was breaking a little bit. I had wanted to be with him for so long, and I had finally gotten my wish. But I didn't remember it at all, and apparently most of the whole night with him was vomiting up vodka.
I swore then and there not to drink any vodka anymore. It was not good for me, and it had made what should have been the best night of my life one of the worst.
10
Sex Shop
Laila
T rouble didn't talk to me for months after I woke up in his bed. Bits and pieces came back to me in dreams, although I wasn't sure if the erotic parts were part of my fantasies or if they were real. Had I felt his dick grow to the size of a Red Bull can? Had he pushed it into me while our clothes were still on? I didn't know.
Andrea was in our room with her boyfriend all the time. She saw how mopey I was. I was getting better grades than her, but one day, she walked over to me while I was writing an essay for my literature class.
"You have a whopping case of sexual frustration."
"Oh my god. Just because I'm not fucking some guy 24/7 does not mean that I have a whopping case of sexual frustration,” I snapped.
"Sweetie, your nails are bitten down the quick. You don't go out anymore. We're going to get you a vibrator."
I blinked and looked at my nails. "I've never had one of those."
"I'm going to get lingerie tonight. You're getting a vibrator and some rechargeable batteries. Come on."
"But I have to finish my homework."
"Later, babe.
"It's not the walk of shame," Trouble announced. "I'm walking her home. God knows how many drunk assholes there are on the streets at this hour." He looked at his roommates pointedly. They just laughed.
"You want some pizza?" one of them said to me.
"No, I'm good, thanks."
Trouble opened the pizza box and stuffed an entire slice into his mouth. I don't know if he chewed. He just inhaled it. I shouldn't be surprised anymore, since Chris was pretty much the same, but the volume of food that swimmers ate was just insane.
"Let's go."
I looked down at him. "I don't mind seeing you in your boxers, but what about the early morning drunks?"
He looked down at his boxers. "Shit."
His roommate said, "Gonna give the girls a show, is that it?"
"Fuck off." Trouble went back into his room and put on pants. He came out looking hot as hell, his hair sticking up, as if we had spent the night making sweet love instead of sleeping off our hangovers.
"Let's go. I mean it this time."
His roommates went back to their video game, and Trouble walked me back across the street to my dorm.
"We have to call Andrea to get you in. You don't have your keys." He sighed. "But before we do that, we have to talk."
"Okay." Wasn't that my line?
"How much do you remember of last night?"
"Um, I went to a party with Andrea, but I was super uncomfortable because she was practically fucking this one guy, so I went to go find you, but you were kissing Samantha, and I started drinking...it's really fuzzy after that."
"Fuzzy how?"
"Fuzzy, like I don't remember anything between drinking my first shot of vodka and spewing the vodka up this morning."
I saw his whole body relax. "Okay."
"Why? What happened last night?"
"Nothing."
"The look on your face says that it's something. What went on last night? How did I end up in your bed?"
"I had to take care of you. You were sloppy drunk. You don't have any tolerance, you know. You can't drink that much. Some guy was trying to take advantage of you last night. That's why you woke up in my bed."
I was a little bit sad, because that means that drunk Laila did not seduce Trouble into taking her home last night. Trouble did just what Chris would. I hated myself, because I had pushed him even harder into the big brother role that I wanted to get him out of.
"So, um." I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "Thank you for taking care of me last night."
"No problem," he said, his eyes on the ground. "I'm just glad you're safe. Bye."
He walked away, and my heart was breaking a little bit. I had wanted to be with him for so long, and I had finally gotten my wish. But I didn't remember it at all, and apparently most of the whole night with him was vomiting up vodka.
I swore then and there not to drink any vodka anymore. It was not good for me, and it had made what should have been the best night of my life one of the worst.
10
Sex Shop
Laila
T rouble didn't talk to me for months after I woke up in his bed. Bits and pieces came back to me in dreams, although I wasn't sure if the erotic parts were part of my fantasies or if they were real. Had I felt his dick grow to the size of a Red Bull can? Had he pushed it into me while our clothes were still on? I didn't know.
Andrea was in our room with her boyfriend all the time. She saw how mopey I was. I was getting better grades than her, but one day, she walked over to me while I was writing an essay for my literature class.
"You have a whopping case of sexual frustration."
"Oh my god. Just because I'm not fucking some guy 24/7 does not mean that I have a whopping case of sexual frustration,” I snapped.
"Sweetie, your nails are bitten down the quick. You don't go out anymore. We're going to get you a vibrator."
I blinked and looked at my nails. "I've never had one of those."
"I'm going to get lingerie tonight. You're getting a vibrator and some rechargeable batteries. Come on."
"But I have to finish my homework."
"Later, babe.
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