Chapter 5 Hot Roommate 2

• Anna.
• I take the sidewalk to Lizzy’s apartment on autopilot as I think of how to pay my rent that’s due in five days. Hell, I didn't know when I reached the apartment complex.
• I walk away from the elevator, strutting down to her door. Surprisingly, Lizzy left her door open, and I pushed the door further apart, striding in.
• As the door creaks shut behind me, I pad down the hallway and that’s when I heard the moans of pleasure shooting into the air.
• Rounding the corner to the large living room, I see Liizy perched over the sofa with her bare ass hanging in the air.
• Her eyes roll skyward and she has her lips between her teeth while Josh in his naked glory rams into her powerfully from behind.
• “Fuck, Josh! Yes, keep doing that, baby!” Lizzy’s screams of ecstasy ripple through me.
• Damn, this is definitely wrong timing, I think to myself.
• “Like that, Lizz” Josh growls, powerfully taking my friend from behind. Lizzy’s titties flail deliciously as she bumps her ass backward to meet Josh’s thrust.
• Fuck me, I can’t stand this erotic scene, I whisper under my breath.
• At that, I whirl, making my way out. Unfortunately, the strap of my bag slings over the bottle of Chardonnay on the small coffee table.
• With a loud crash, the bottle shatters on the floor, drawing their attention. My eyes go saucer wide, realizing what I had done.
• “Shit! What the fuck was that?” Josh’s voice echoes…
• And the two pairs of eyes turn towards me. A dirty smile curls up Lizzy’s lips. She usually gets this insane satisfaction when I watch her pussy getting whipped.
• “Aww, guess my little friend was enjoying, huh?” She taunts, biting her lips when Josh resumes his masterful thrusts.
• “HI, Anna. been a long time, huh?” Josh rattles, pounding into Lizzy without mercy.
• “Sorry for the intrusion. You guys, uh…left the door open. That’s why.” I manage to say and Lizzy shakes her head wantonly at me. Then…
• “It’s okay. It’s not like this is your first time seeing this.”
• ‘“Listen, Lizzy. I need your help.” I groan, slipping my eyes shut.
• “Fuck, Anna. I need to cum right now. I promise, I’m almost…” Before she could finish, Josh's pace increased and then I heard him whimper, showing his just about to come down from high. Lizzy follows too, whimpering as she tweaks her nipples between her fingers.
• The air reeks of sex as Lizzy and I settle on the Island in the kitchen. Josh had just left immediately after showering, leaving Lizzy and me in the whole apartment.
• She hands me a drink of coffee while sipping hers before settling into the seat opposite mine.
• “So, what were you saying before, Anna?’
• Sighing, I recount the shit Etta told me to her. “Now, where in hell am I Supposed to get money to pay the rent in five days? I grouse.
• Lizzy snorts. “I always knew that girl is shitty.” Lizzy cusses, dropping her mug of tea on the table with a thud. Heaving, she says. “You’ve got to find someone to pay the rent with you.”
• I chuckle bitterly, saying. “See? That’s the problem! Where am I Supposed to find someone that quick?”
• “I can help you!” Lizzy brightens, grabbing her phone that’s idling a few meters away from her.
• “All I need to do is an ad online and you’ll see people showing interest. I don’t think it’s that hard!”
• Before I can even think it through, Lizzy has put up an ad on her Instagram story, adding my number.
• Looking at me with a smile, she says. “Case solved. I set your interview tomorrow and next. Trust me you’ll find someone.”
• Giving her a skeptical look, I hum, “Are you sure about this?”
• And Lizzy nods wordlessly.
• ______
• Ledger.
• The hockey practice just ended and my guys and I exited the rink, deciding to hit our favorite pub. Ross, Eric, Dane, and I dive into Ross’s sedan, chattering as we roll down the street.
• It's already dusk with the streets buzzing with its usual night walkers. I’ve been playing hockey since I was in high school. Hell, it all started as a hobby before turning into my means of earning a living.
• Of course, I and my team have bagged some honors, and I’ve won some medals, making me one of the most famous hockey players in the State.
• Regardless, the money I make now only serves to feed me. That’s why I still live with my buddy, Micah, whom we’ll meet up with at the pub.
• Micah’s cool, and we’ve been buddies from college. I play hockey while he works in a tattoo shop.
• And I got my beastly tattoo from him. In record time, Ross pulls his Sedan into the pub’s driveway, the tires squealing.
• We all alight from the car, teasing Ross for his rough drive just now as we troop into the vociferous club.
• The punk band are already delivering hits for the night, and I see people clustering around, singing and dancing to their hits.
• “Fuck, yeah. Just what I need.” Ross mumbles, his eyes taking in the girls gyrating by the corner.
• “Well then, I’m gonna get us drinks. You fetch the girls.” Dane says to us, strutting over to the bar.
• Dutifully, Ross and Eric strut across the room to the girls.
• My eyes wander around in search Of Micah.
• Where in hell is he? I think to myself, weaving through the tangled bodies on the dancefloor.
• The pub isn’t this modern kind of pub with fancy decorations. It’s old with raunchy chairs and tables. Even though the interior seems old, my buddies and I fucking love the vibes.
• Unable to find Micah amid the rowdy pub, I take a seat, waiting for the rest to return with their conquests.
• Lazily, my eyes wander around, taking in the scene around me. I do notice those making out in the corner.
• The pub isn’t a debauchery one but doesn’t stop people from sharing kisses or getting handsy.
• When the tune of the punk music turns to classics, my favorite, my head begins bobbing to the rhythm until I hear the brash, angry voice coming from behind me,
• “Where the fuck is he, huh?”
• Curious, I whip my head around, wanting to figure out what’s going on.
• Hell, on turning my face backward, I feel a stinging blow on my face.
• “What the…” I pause, letting my dazed gaze adjust, and that’s when I see Micah, a crazed look mar his features, jaw drawn tight. “Micah?” I gush in shocked horror.
• What the fuck is going on with him? I think to myself, watching as Micah makes more attempts to hit me. Only Ross and Dane are tugging him backward, restricting his movements.
• Is he drunk or what? I wonder. Then I blurt out,
• “What the fuck is wrong with you, Micah?”
• Micah makes some horrible noise at the back of his throat before spilling out. “You sonofabitch!” He curses at me, making my brows draw together in confusion.
• “You think I won’t find out you’ve been screwing my girl, huh? I fucking saw her panties in your bathroom.”
• “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I murmur, glaring daggers at Micah.
• I actually want to take his words as a joke, that’s why I gave a little laugh but…
• Wait a minute, he is serious?
• My face swiftly blanches and I cuss, launching to defense.
• However, Micah’s not having it. "You think I fucked your girl, Micah?”
• A wry chuckle vibrates from my lips. More surprise flashes through me when Micah fishes out his phone, showing me the said pictures.
• The others look at me with mixed expressions on their faces—doubt, shock, questions.
• Just as I try to spill another word, Micah growls. “I want you out of my apartment tonight,”
• TBC.