Page 2 of I Blame the Club

I knew Stephanie was on the younger side, but I didn’t expect her to be this immature. Her phone number is getting blocked the second she walks out my front door.

“Is that right?” I lean in, closing the distance between us. She licks her lips, her eyes dropping to my mouth.

As if I would want to kiss a child.

“If I remember correctly, you screamed my name no less than five times last night. Which happens to be the same number of orgasms I gave you.” Her face flushes but I continue before she can respond, “I'm sure the DNA you left on my bed could attest to that fact. So, unless you are willing to be sued for slander, Isuggest you make yourself presentable and leave this apartment before I get out of the shower.”

Anger flashes in her eyes, but she keeps her mouth shut.

I force my lips into a smile, “Last night was fun, but that’s all it was. Feel free to take a protein bar on your way out.”

Turning on my heel, I walk from the kitchen without giving her a second glance.

Nico

I've almost made it out the door when he wakes up.

“Going somewhere?” My steps halt and I snatch my hand away from the door handle.

Damn it. Freedom had been so close.

“I was just going to get breakfast.” I wince as the lie slips out of my mouth.

Glancing over my shoulder, I see Dhillon sit up in bed, the sheets tumbling down his naked waist. I fight back a shudder when my eyes drop to the dark mass of hair covering every inch of his chest. Drunk me must have wanted an ape to play with.

“You were taking your backpack to get breakfast?”

I nod, pasting a bright smile on my face, “Better to be prepared than not prepared.”

“Uh-huh.” Dhillon studies me for a moment, his Mediterranean complexion almost making up for the lack of manscaping. The thick hair was not just on his chest, let me tell you.

“Give me two minutes to get dressed and I’ll join you.”

“I don’t mind going by myself.” I inch closer to the door, hoping I can make a break for it before the gorilla puts some pants on.

“I have a feeling I won’t ever see you again if I let you go by yourself.” Dhillon grins at me, and I curse my drunken self for choosing a smart one.

“You got me. I don’t like to overstay my welcome.”

He goes to swing his legs out of bed, but I hold up a hand to stop him.

“Look, I had a really great time last night, but I don’t see this going anywhere.” Honestly, I can barely see anything from all the hair assaulting my vision.

He frowns, “I thought we were going to get to know each other.”

God, I hate this part. You have a drunken, unmemorable one-night stand, and suddenly you’re the bad guy for hightailing it out.

“We got to know each other multiple times last night.”

“So, that’s it then? You’re just going to leave?”

I do my best to look disappointed, “It was great, Dhillon. But now I have to go.”

Hiking up my backpack, I yank the door open.

“Nico, wait!”

Despite my better judgement, I pause to look back at my drunken hookup.

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