The Roommate Clause(2)

Chapter 2

I didn’t sleep.

Every time I closed my eyes I saw him standing in that hallway. Arms crossed. Voice calm. Eyes locked on me like he’d already decided what I was going to do next.

By morning the embarrassment had turned into something sharper. Something restless. I told myself I would act normal. Pretend last night never happened. Pretend I hadn’t left the bathroom door cracked open on purpose when I finally went back to bed.

Kai was already in the kitchen when I walked out.

He didn’t look up from his coffee.

“There’s food,” he said. “Eat.”

That was it. No smirk. No comment. No mention of the toy or the note or the way he’d watched me come.

I hated how much that bothered me.

I ate in silence. He scrolled through his phone. The quiet between us felt heavier than it should have. When I finished and stood to rinse my plate, he finally spoke again.

“I’m working from home today.”

I nodded once. “Okay.”

He set his phone down and looked at me properly for the first time. “The guest bathroom door stays open when you use it. That’s not a request.”

My hand froze on the faucet.

“I didn’t agree to that.”

“You signed the contract,” he said, calm as ever. “Personal needs. Privately. Without disruption. Leaving the door closed after last night counts as disruption.”

I turned to face him. “You’re twisting it.”

“I’m clarifying it.” He stood, walked past me close enough that his shoulder brushed mine, and headed toward his room. “I’ll be in my office. Don’t make me come looking.”

The rest of the morning dragged.

I tried to study. Opened my laptop. Stared at the same paragraph for twenty minutes without absorbing a single word. Every sound in the penthouse made my shoulders tense. The quiet click of his door. The low murmur of a call. The soft pad of footsteps when he went to the kitchen for more coffee.

He never looked at me.

That was worse.

By early afternoon the tension under my skin had turned into something I couldn’t ignore. I lasted another hour before I gave up, closed my laptop, and walked to the guest bathroom with my pulse already too fast.

The door stayed open.

I told myself I would be quick. Just enough to take the edge off. Nothing like last night.

I took the same toy. Braced one hand on the counter. Tried to stay quiet.

I failed.

The first broken sound left my throat before I could stop it. Then another. My forehead dropped against the cool marble. My hips moved harder than I meant them to. I was already close when I heard him.

Footsteps.

Slow. Deliberate.

I didn’t stop. Couldn’t. My free hand gripped the edge of the counter so tight my knuckles ached.

Kai stopped in the doorway.

He didn’t come inside. Just leaned one shoulder against the frame and watched.

“Slower,” he said.

My body obeyed before my brain caught up. I eased the toy out until only the head stretched me, then pushed it back in on a shaky exhale.

“Again.”

I did it again. And again. Every time he spoke my stomach twisted tighter. He never raised his voice. Never moved closer. Just stood there and told me exactly how to ruin myself while he watched.

“Harder now.”

I gave him harder.

“Look at me.”

I forced my eyes up. Met his. Held them while I fucked myself open under his instructions. The eye contact made everything worse. More intense. More humiliating. More addictive.

When I came it tore through me so hard my knees buckled. I caught myself on the counter, shaking, toy still buried inside me, breath sawing in and out of my chest.

Kai’s gaze dropped to where I was stretched around it. Then back to my face.

“Clean up,” he said quietly. “Then come to the living room.”

He turned and walked away.

I stood there longer than I should have, heart slamming, legs unsteady, the order ringing in my ears.

He hadn’t touched me.

He hadn’t needed to.

And that was the part that scared me most.

Because I already knew I was going to do exactly what he said.