Page 11 of The War Revision
His apartment is, for lack of other words, a fucking mess. Books are in piles near the huge sofa. Clothes are lying haphazardly on the back and armrest. The table near the French windows is covered in papers—some are on the floor as well. The kitchen island—which divides the kitchen from the living room—is littered with empty take-away boxes, cans of beer, and dirty dishes. God, he’s a slob. The only organized thing is the large wall on my left filled with records—which I have to admit is quite impressive.
Kaiden is fiddling with a calendar on the wall, and the light coming in through the open windows illuminates the side of his face with a soft glow. The slob is handsome, though. Since the first moment I saw him I thought so. But he’s also a conceited, irresponsible, childish manwhore.
He grabs a sports drink and an obnoxiousglug glug glugnoise fills the room, until he finishes the bottle. An annoyingahhhleaves his lips and then he looks at me like he forgot I was here.
“Do you know what happened this morning?” I ask him angrily.
“Do I have two more guesses if I get it wrong the first time?” He smiles. His deep green eyes are always filled with mischief.
“I have rats in my apartment!” I growl loudly and deeply.
His eyebrows kick up in shock. Yeah well, I’m royally pissed at him.
“You found your welcome gift.” His smile trembles with uncertainty.
“Welcome gift? Do you think it’s funny that while I was having breakfast, I witnessed what can only be called a wrestling match between rodents right there in my kitchen?”
“I bet Kate won. Meghan is too impulsive, always tries to get her from behind. But Kate goes straight for her eyes and jugular.”
“I have two rats in my apartment!” I repeat, stopping his yammering.
“They are pets. Cute furry fancy rats. But don’t worry. Randall, the kid I bought them from assured me they are both girls. Bitches, by the way they fight.” He has the audacity to chuckle.
“The place where we sleep is sacred,” I spit out.
“Really??” He point a finger at me. “Last week you put spiders here. Spiders! You are a sick fuck!”
“What the fuck are you talking about? I didn’t put any spiders. They must have come from your open windows,” I yell at the nutcase.
“I should have bought a snake instead of two cute fancy rats. You’re lucky the movieAnacondatraumatized me.” He sniffs
“God, you are infuriating,” I snarl, stalking toward him with only one thing in mind: shut him up.
“And handsome. If you want to be critical, also be fair!”
“And so damn irritating.” I keep advancing on him even after he backs himself against the wall.
“Please, don’t feel shy. Keep insulting me,” he counters.
“An intolerable man-child.”
“I-I finally found your berserk button, but where’s the off switch?” He laughs nervously. Good. I take great pleasure in seeing him this unsettle and unsure.
There’s only one foot between us now. My nose is almost touching his. I can count the gold flecks around his dilating pupils. As soon as my hand closes loosely on his neck, his fingers wrap around my wrist, but he doesn’t attempt to release himself. Instead, his tongue comes out to moisten his lips. I look back into his eyes. There’s no fear there. They are half-lidded, and I can feel his pulse jumping under my fingers.
Interesting. The brazen top likes to be pinned to a wall.
The burning anger inside me turns to ice, and a wicked image fills my mind. I know he finds me attractive, and this time, I’m going to take advantage of it. Because he fucking deserves it after what he did.
“Do you really want to know what it’d take to switch it off, darling?” I whisper menacingly on his lush lips.
He blinks rapidly, and then gives me a few short nods. Kaiden is speechless…are pigs flying too?
I let out a long grunt before pulling him off the wall and dragging him toward the sofa. And he lets me. I sit on the worn cushion and yank him unceremoniously astride on my lap. He makes anoomphsound when his face hits the sofa. He’s belly down, arms trapped under him, ass up over my thighs, legs over the armrest. I have to say that I like manhandling such a big, strong man.
“What the fuck?!” His swearing is muffled by the cushion. He’s trying to lift up, but my arm on his back keeps him pinned down. When his legs start kicking, I quickly pull down his sweats and briefs in one go and deliver a hard slap across his left cheek. He freezes under me, maybe too shocked by what just happened. So I spank his other cheek.
There’s a sexy tan line around his waist. The red imprint of my fingers looks stark against the pale skin of his ass. And what an ass. It’s high and plump and gives a sexy jiggle under my next slap. He whimpers but pushes his butt slightly upward in invitation when I pause.Fucking hell, he likes it.
