Page 48 of Fake Game

I turn around, readjusting my twitching dick in my sweatpants.

“This is the best thing I’ve had in my mouth. It’s like an orgasmic cloud.”

I think she’s actually trying to kill me. Why does she have to talk like that? It’s doing nothing to help my situation.

I busy myself with the next pancake, but my foot starts tapping against the tiles as she continues to moan happily behind me.

“How do you cook so well?”

“My mom taught me.”

“Damn, you have to give her my thanks. I’d kill to have this every day. You’re gonna make someone averyhappy girlfriend someday.”

There’s the word again.

Girlfriend.

I work my jaw back and forth as a scene forms in my mind—one of a woman smiling up at me as I bring her breakfast in bed. Her eyes are a shining blue and her lips a soft pink that matches the color of her hair.

“Something smells good.” Aleks’ voice pulls me out of my deluded daydream, reminding me to flip my pancake before it burns. “I’ll take mine with chocolate chips, chef.”

“I’m not taking requests.” I turn and glare at Aleks as he rounds the corner and walks towards the kitchen, yawning.

“Come on, you always make mine with chocolate chips. Don’t be a bitch, dude.”

Aleks claps me on the shoulder, almost making me drop my pancake, before he steals the small mug filled with espresso from the machine.

“That’s mine,” I growl.

“You going to give me chocolate chips?” He raises a brow in challenge, holding the cup in front of his lips. A smirk curls at the corner of his mouth.

“You don’t even like black coffee.”

“I don’t like plain pancakes either.”

He sticks his tongue out, hovering the tip over my precious espresso. My jaw locks and I let out a deep sigh through my nose before opening the cabinet and aggressively grabbing the packet of chocolate chips.

“Knew you loved me.” He tosses me a shit-eating grin, placing my mug next to the stovetop.

“Fuck off.” I scoop the batter into the skillet, forming two pancakes, and sprinkle them with some of the chocolate chips. I down my espresso while I wait for them to cook, letting the bitterness burn my tongue.

“Here you go, princess.”

I slide the piping hot pancakes to my annoying roommate, using just enough force that he has to make a conscious effort to stop them from toppling off the island and onto his sweatpants. He looks up at me and pauses for a brief second before tilting his head to the side slightly.

“What about my chocolate syrup?”

I run my tongue over my teeth before grabbing the syrup from the fridge and slapping it onto the marble.

“You know, he’s a big softie,” Aleks whispers to Deer as he drenches his pancakes in syrup. “Looks like he’s going to rip your head off, but really, he just wants a little tender loving.”

“Oh, I know.” She nods in agreement.

I cock my head and give them the middle finger with a tight smile before turning back to grab my pancakes.

“Did you know he also cooks for Parker all the time? Makes sure he eats and stays alive. Jackson’s almost as much of a mother hen as Sydney is.”

“Keep spewing shit and I’ll put hair remover in your shampoo.”

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