Chapter 6

Alex

I’m livid, fuming, fucking pissed off. I don’t need some snoop around me and certainly not for 24/7. Jeez-us it’s a real spanner in the works not to mention she’ll be in the way. Sure, I like going out like any other guy my age and I like pussy, who doesn’t at my age? Girls are the same. We have high sex drives, well most of us in any case.

Tough shit, she’s going to have to tolerate it. There is no way I am making out she is my girlfriend. No. Fucking. Way. I throw my keys in the aquamarine ceramic bowl that sits on the top of my mahogany table in the hallway. Mom bought it for me on one of her trips to Mexico. It’s the only dash of color in the hallway, hell practically in the whole house since I prefer whites, blacks, charcoals, and neutrals.

My yard is masculine, and I like it this way. From the large stainless-steel fridge in my kitchen, where I have to admit I do the minimum amount of cooking, I grab a diet coke. I guzzle down half a bottle in one go. Yeah, I know at this t