Page 8 of Beautifully Conflicted

“Wash his hands? Are you some type of germaphobe?” Damien rolls his eyes at me.

I glare in return. “About two seconds before you crashed the game, that hand was on Jagger’s dick, and I have a rule about getting dick juice all over the game controller.”

Damien shrugs his shoulders dismissively. “It’s DNA, not germs.”

“I don’t give a shit what’s in it. If he doesn’t wash his hands first Jagger might as well rub his cock all over the controller.”

“That’s not my kink, man.” Jagger shakes his head.

“You some type of homophobe or something?” Damien gazes at me with narrowed eyes.

“Would I be living with five gay dudes if I was?”

“Technically we’re bi.” Jagger points between him and Cam.

“You haven’t fucked any chicks since you started banging each other,” I retort.

“That’s not how bi works,” Liam chimes in.

Now Liam’s on my case? Fuck.I close my eyes and inhale deeply, willing my body to stop vibrating. “The point I’m trying to makeis I’m not homophobic. I just don’t want you fuckers marking your territory every time I turn around.”

“They aren’t dogs,” Damien snorts.

“More like rabbits.” Aiden looks like a deer in the headlights when he realizes he said that out loud, but he’s not wrong. At least one person in this room isn’t trying to twist my words.

“Fair.” Cruz bobs his head thoughtfully.

Make that two.

“Not gonna apologize for having a killer sex life. Besides, don’t you have noise canceling headphones for that?” Jagger asks Aiden.

“They only drown out sound, not shaking walls,” Aiden says.

“At least yours work,” I mutter. “Mine keep changing to the damn jazz station like they did when I lived in the frat house. I swear that ghost followed Aiden over here.”

“Ghosts are bound to the location of their death. Everyone knows that,” Damien says matter-of-factly, earning himself another glare from me.

“Or Aiden’s the frat house ghost.” Jagger’s smirking mischievously as he watches Aiden, who’s about as red as a strawberry.

“What the fuck is he talking about?” I ask Aiden.

“I, uh, might have paired your stereo to my phone so I can take it over any time I want to.” Aiden fiddles with the hem of his t-shirt instead of looking at me.

“You’ve been fucking with my music for the last two years?”

“I didn’t think it would go on this long when I started.” He casts me a sheepish look. “But one of the brothers said it was a ghost and since the house was so old everyone bought into it so…”

The ghost thing was a lie?

“That one creepy chick saged my room to get rid of spirits because of you. My shit smelled like burnt herbs and patchouli for weeks afterward.”

Aiden wrinkles his nose. “Yeah, that part was unfortunate. The whole house smelled, but your room was definitely the worst.”

“And you thinkmy mindis a train wreck.” Damien scoffs, which makes his stupid prince charming jaw look even more pronounced than usual. “At least I know the difference between a prank and a ghost. Besides, ghosts can’t even touch stuff since they don’t exist on the physical plane, so no way they could change your music.”

“If they can’t touch stuff, wouldn’t they sink through the floor instead of standing on it?” I point out the flaw in his logic.

Damien shrugs. “Who says they stand on it? Maybe they just float. I can’t say since I’ve never seen one.”

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