Page 40 of Bully Roommate

What did I do to Maverick Booker?

“Please,” I said, standing up. Maverick’s chest heaved heavily. I tried to hurry and expect an answer from him because I knew that noise woke someone up. “Tell me what you’re talking about.”

The moon cast enough light inside my room to show him shaking his head. He reached forward, grasping my neck and he hungrily kissed me. Like someone starved of water.

A sound I didn’t mean to let out filtered from me into the quiet room, and Maverick deepened the kiss as if he hadn’t broken my lamp or stormed into my room drunk in the middle of the night.

Like he hadn’t screamed and unleashed anger and sadness onto me.

AndI took it. I let him take his anger out on me in a dirty kiss that tasted sweeter than candy.

It felt stupid and reckless, but I loved the feeling of his fingers tugging at my hair, and his mouth demolishing any chance for anyone else to please me.

I knew this would make it hard for King to outdo him, but at the moment, I didn’t care about anything other than this.

My door swung open, light brightening the room, and I took a step back, our mouths made a giant pop sound when he pulled away, and I knew Jordan knew what we’d been doing.

“Oh,” Jordan said softly. “I’m not sure if I should leave or not, that broken lamp looks like a hazard. Is it weird to say that I don’t know if you’re fighting or ... getting it on?”

I cleared my throat when Maverick didn’t turn to acknowledge Jordan, who stood staring at me.

“We’re fine, Jordan,” I said, taking a step around Maverick to give him the go-ahead.

That’s when I saw a girl standing behind Jordan, wrapped in his sheet. She looked vaguely familiar, but it wasn’t until Maverick finally turned and looked that I recognized her.

“You’ve got to be shitting me?” Maverick said.

She shifted, and the light from the hallway hit her face. The girl from the art exhibit, the one Maverick dismissed, smiled at him. What was her name? Something with a W?

It didn’t bother me to be caught making out with Maverick when she’d been screwing Jordan, but the smirk on her face made my skin crawl.

Maverick balled his fingers into fists. “Leave us.”

Jordan asked me with his eyes and I nodded slowly. He walked back to his room, leaving the girl to stare at us with amused eyes. “Do you need something?” Maverick spat.

She shrugged her thin shoulders. “Nope,” she said, popping the ‘p.’ “Not a thing.”

She skipped off toward Jordan’s room, leaving us alone again. “What was that about?” I asked.

Maverick rubbed his palm down his face. “Nothing, just some slut trying to get my attention by sleeping with Jordan.”

I scoffed.Figures.Sighing, I straightened my hair and looked down at my clock which read two am. “It’s late. I need to go to sleep.”

Maverick didn’t budge. He pulled his t-shirt from his body and held it tightly in his fist. “Forget tonight.”

I laughed, pulling my covers back to slip underneath them. “Right, because I’ll be able to forget about my broken lamp—,”

“I’ll replace your lamp, and I’m not talking about that, and you know it.”

I glared up at him. “What are you talking about? About your ability to speak in riddles and leave me more and more confused.”

He chuckled humorlessly. “Let me clear things up for you. You’re not dating King anymore. This,” he said, motioning between the two of us, “will happen, because I want you, and I get what I want. Forget what I said.”

So, he’d been sober enough to remember what he said, but tipsy enough to say it anyway. I desperately wanted to know what he meant but judging by the stern look on his handsome face, it wasn’t going to happen.

I turned my back to him. “Whatever, Maverick.”

The silence in the room weighed on me while I waited for him to leave. When I didn’t hear him move, I turned and glared at him. “I need to go to sleep—,”

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