Chapter 7 Hot Roommate 4

• Ledger
• Micah is such an ass, I curse blatantly at him for putting me through such an impromptu stress.
• Getting an apartment in New York is such a hard task, and given the short notice, it’s hard getting a realtor to work with.
• All the realtors I called and chatted with claimed to have been fully booked.
• And now, here I am moving from street to street, looking for signboards that notify an available apartment.
• Fuck me, but this whole searching shit is crazy. I rake my hand through my hair, feeling Fall’s weather kissing my skin.
• I’m quite lucky it’s fall already. I can’t imagine myself trudging from street to street under Summer’s harsh sun. I’ll fucking burn.
• Oh, Micah! I pray any bitch you're gonna sleep with again will rob you of an orgasm. I cuss at him again.
• Now on 8 Avenue, I see an old building with a sign of an available apartment.
• Even as I step inside the lobby, I’m already cussing and feeling irritated. I had to carry the rickety door of the elevator with my hands as I stepped inside.
• “Hell, the old thing doesn’t even have a panel. How am I supposed to get to the second floor?” I mutter under my breath.
• The walls of the elevator are dank and I see ants climbing up and down.
• Putting on my torchlight, I see written information perched on the wall of the elevator that says, “Fix the wires yourself. If not, you'd get stuck, and trust me, no one's coming to your rescue.”
• They finished the writing with a winking emoji.
• “What the hell? I’m screwed!” I bite out.
• Tucking my phone between my lips firmly, I reach for the wires jutting out from the walls.
• Well, thanks to my dad, he was an electrician and I learned a few tricks from him when I was eight.
• Summoning old knowledge, I watch the wires intently and try coupling the ones I figured were necessary.
• And boom! The fucking elevator starts moving.
• Thank my ancestors I’m not stuck in here. Finally, I reach the second floor and uncouple the wires. I carry the doors again as I open them.
• Treading down the weathered hallway, I reach the door of the empty apartment. Turns out not to be empty after all.
• Noises emerge from the inside as I knock. Doubt reels inside me like a nagging bitch but I stand firm.
• Until the door scoops open with five bare-chested dudes, standing by the door frame.
• My eyes dance over theirs and their lips curve up in a lazy smile.
• “Is this where the empty apartment is?” Are my gritted words.
• “Oh, there was an error in the information written out there. It’s another roommate we're looking for.” One then says while the others nod in agreement.
• They’re looking for a roommate? There are five already and they want to still fix another roommate in this small space?
• “Nah, I’m out!” I find myself saying. Without blinking, I twirl on my heels and start walking away.
• “Dude, c'mon. We can share the same bed!”
• “Can never be me and you!” I say much to myself than to them.
• The moment I leave the place, I thank my fucking sky.
• Imagine staying with five hot-blooded guys and sharing the same bed with them? Jeez.
• Morosely, I walk through the streets, checking out other options I come by. Well, it appears luck's not on my side. I find nothing soothing.
• It's either I bump into pornstars that use their apartments for porn shows, or I bump into some weirdos that make me have blue balls.
• I ran out of options way quicker than I thought. After a while, I stop by a crowded ice cream stand.
• Man, some cool liquid will help calm my nerves, I say to myself as I queue up in the line.
• The servers are quick with their servings and literally the customers are satisfied with their service.
• When it's my turn, I order a mixture of vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry.
• I spot an empty bleacher by the corner and head there, settling my tired ass there with a long sigh.
• That’s one of the perks of living in a crowded city like New York.
• While munching on my ice-cream, a few fan girls drop by, requesting to get my autograph and take pictures with them.
• Sluggishly, I oblige. Of course, these girls will find it rude if I refuse to oblige with them.
• When that set of girls leaves, another people--- two guys and one girl with Mohawk hair, troop in.
• They come over to the bleachers after buying their ice-cream. They take pictures with me and my autograph before minding their business.
• “The bird was just being impatient!” The blue-haired bitches, scooping his ice-cream.
• “Wonder if she’s looking for a saint to take over the room!” The green-haired girl says, hissing.
• “Don’t mind her, pals. I tell you she’ll never find a roommate!”
• I wasn’t eavesdropping but when the last word flew into my ear, I bristled.
• “Excuse. Is there anyone looking for a roommate?” They stare at me like I have grown two heads. They sure don’t expect a famous hockey player like me to be looking for a roommate.
• At that, I quickly add. “I’m…just asking for a friend of mine.”
• Approval flashes through their expression. “I see. Just three buildings down there. You'll see the place. But I warn you the owner is an asshole.”
• Not minding their last words, I quickly thank them and shoot into action. Tossing my remaining ice-cream into a nearby dumpster, I grab my bag and leave.
• Three buildings down, I retort in my mind as I walk there, desperation powering my movement.
• In record time, I get to the building. There’s no sign showing there’s someone in search of a roommate but having gotten the room number from those Mohawk-haired guys, I take the elevators boldly.
• Landing on the floor, I saunter in rapid steps to the room number and press the bell.
• I bet the owner will notice my agitation.
• When the door slams open, my breath catches in my throat at the sight of the curvy girl with a slip dress and chestnut hair.
• “Hi, I’m Ledger. Here for a room check. Tell me it’s still available!” The words rush out of my lips on autopilot.
• Damn, this chick looks incredible and sexy. For the first time, I feel something for an extra curvy chick.
• I swallow an invisible lump in my throat as we stand there for a while staring at each other.
• My God, she’s drooling? A smile lit up my heart at that reaction.
• I get a lot of that reaction from girls but for the first time, it fucking turns me on.
• Even though I’ve not heard her voice, my balls are already tingling.
• Damming all shits that living with a female roommate can bring, I swear under my breath I must take a room here no matter how bad it is.
• Seemingly getting her voice, she says. “Uh…yes. It’s up for a check. Come in.”
• I step into the big living room. The decoration looks feminine but I don’t have a single problem with that.
• Her scent seems to linger in every corner of the living room and ensuite kitchen. I must commend her neatness, it makes everywhere breezy just like I love.
• I follow her in tow and she shows me the room. It’s big but being in here with her makes it feel so small.
• When I struggle a bit to open the closet, she rushes to my side, her skin brushing mine as she tries to help me open the closet.
• “It must be rusty ‘cause my old roommate is rarely around. So there’s no one to open the closet always.” She croaks out.
• The feel of her skin on mine still lingers, and looking at the way she sucked her lips after talking adds to the insane tingle I feel down at my groin.
• Instinctively, I cup my cock, begging. “Dude, calm down she’s just our roommate. We can’t fuck her.”
• “Are you okay, Mr. Ledger?” She asks when she sees my lips moving.
• “Ah, of course. I am…” I stammer.
• “Okay. You seem nervous…”
• No, I’m horny, thanks to your sexy body, I growl inwardly.
• “Not at all. You know what, I’m paying extra to take this room.”
• Her eyes widen at my words.
• Hell, I didn’t know when those words slipped from my mouth. Thanks to this horny man down here. I touch my dick feeling it building a tent in my pants.
• My new roommate chirps excitedly, jumping. I don’t know if she did it deliberately because her ample breasts jiggled deliciously and I can’t help thinking...
• Man, those breasts will taste good.
• Fuck me, I’m going to taste those, just let me settle in first, I swear under my breath, watching her creamy boobs bounce.
• TBC.