Can any moment go right between these two? Maybe it's not Zeus that has Clay striking out, but Clay has terrible luck.
Shit, this is going all kinds of wrong. And I can’t even blame Zeus. He was on the couch the whole time. So it’s my damn fault that I stepped on the excess fabric of the robe. It’s my fault we fell, but at least I was smooth enough to turn us, so I hit the floor. It hurts like fucking hell. Hardwood is not a forgiving place to land. I’m not going to let her know how bad it fucking hurt. I’m trying to maintain what’s left of my chewed-up man card. Besides, it's not like I’ve never fallen before. Shit happens on construction sites, no matter how careful you are. The difference is that I have a hard hat on, and the only people who would see me fall and possibly mock me are my coworkers and not the half-naked woman I’m looking to fuck. For a moment after I fell, I thought I saw stars. Then I realized I was, except they weren’t like the cartoon stars. No, it was the blue galaxy print of Xenia’s bra and underwear. So not a cartoon or real stars but something much better. Stars on the fabri
Seriously, what the hell was that? We go from a bit of back and forth to a hot as fuck kiss to this? I am not this clumsy and not strong enough to pull a sink faucet off. So what gives? I don’t usually believe in superstitions, but that’s the second time in the last hour that something had happened when things heated up between us. And the third time we’ve landed on our asses, or he landed on his ass, I landed on him.I need to listen to the Universe and get as far away from this man as possible. The damage escalates each time we get close. I’ve got this bad feeling that if it got to us, one of us would end up in the hospital. And I do not want that on my hands. So despite that brief kiss blowing all my past kisses out of the water, I’m getting the fuck out of here ASAP.
“Fuck!” I shouted, slamming my fist against the wall by the elevator. Makayla’s neighbor Mrs. Pederson-Morgan-Slaugh poked her head out. She’s a three-times divorced socialite that according to Makayla, didn’t like her because she thought she was too poor for the building. The opinion only changed when her parents visited, and she realized Makayla’s dad was in politics. Then she suddenly wanted to be friendly with Makayla. Makayla wasn’t about that shit, especially when she realized the old bitch was angling to try and get between her parents. Not like that shit would happen. Josalyn is way too much like her mother for that. This means she’s a blunt bitch when the situation calls for it and sometimes when it doesn’t. Which is where Makayla inherited her personality. “Back in your hole Mrs. PMS. I told you when he moved in to stay out of my cousin’s business, especially his pants. That hasn’t changed.” Makayla dismissed our neighbor, waving her hand as she walked over to me. “Come o
I don’t understand what happened. Why did we have to leave Zeus’ house? I thought our humans were getting along nicely. But another woman showed up, and Xenia left instead of marking her territory. Why would she leave like that? She wanted to breed with Clay, so why not send that other female running? It made no sense. I certainly didn't want to leave. I liked Zeus and his home. It was so much bigger than the kennel I live in with Xenia. And that sofa Zeus and I were lying on was super comfy. It was nice to be somewhere with enough room that I didn’t feel claustrophobic. The only downside was that Xenia could leave my sight, which made me nervous, but I had Zeus next to me, so I didn’t panic. At least I didn’t till I heard her shouting. I hope my slipping on the water and making them fall wasn’t why we had to leave. I know it was part of why she initially wanted to go. I thought Clay had changed her mind when they got close again. I don’t know how long ago that was. I don’t exactly
Four days. Four days ago, Xenia stormed out under the assumption that my stupid cockblocking cousin was my girlfriend. I did watch over Makayla’s shoulder as she deleted the security footage from my interaction with Xenia. I wanted to be sure it was entirely erased, even if I wanted to keep it for myself. Not for anything weird, just as a reminder of why hooking up with Xenia would not happen. We are a fucking disaster when together. Makayla quickly fixed my phone, so I was bombarded with missed messages from Missy and Sheila. I didn’t even read them till this morning. I wasn’t in the headspace to flirt and deal with women. Instead, I went to the gym, put in hours at a construction site in Harlem, and hung out with Makayla. But I needed to break the monotony and finally read the texts from the girls. And while at the end, they were starting to think I ghosted them, the first few days were some seriously hot texts. They are very down to fuck with how graphic they got in an attempt to
I don’t know what I thought would happen when I returned the clothes to Clay. But overhearing him setting up what I can only assume is a threesome was not on my bingo card. Running into Makayla was on the bingo card, but I hoped I wouldn’t. It was nice to have her confirm they were cousins, and I overreacted and ran away before letting him explain. I’d have felt bad if he hadn’t just gotten into a car to have a threesome. Makayla telling me that bit of exposition, as she called it, doesn’t change things. I’m unsure how she thought telling me he was upset that I left or that he waited all four days to set up a threesome would change my mind. I don’t have the time or patience for a player like him. All that conversation with Makayla and what I overheard about Clay’s call convinced me that giving him any other chances was a bad idea. I don’t have time for this nonsense. I’m pulling extra shifts at work because I want to save up to get a bigger apartment. The tug-of-war with Tink proved
I don’t even know what possessed me to walk over to Xenia, let alone talk to her. I should have just left, called an uber, and gone home to ice my balls and sleep off the bullshit that was an epic fail of a threesome. But I’m a glutton for punishment because I walked over and started a conversation with her. And by some miracle, she didn’t tell me to fuck off. If she did, I’d have left. I’m not going to force anyone to be in my company. I didn’t mean tonight. My offer to make up the other day to her was open-ended. So her offering to take me to her place to break her curse caught me off guard. Knowing my luck, her idea of breaking the curse has something to do with some voodoo shit from Puerto Rico. But honestly, whatever ways she wanted to try and break my curse, if it meant getting to spend time with her, I was in. It’s fucking weird. I know it’s strange for me to want to spend time with a woman. I’m not against getting to know a woman, but I generally seek out the ones who don’t w
I shouldn’t have enjoyed sharing nachos with him as much as I did. I want to not like this guy. Right? But even knowing he was just with two other women, even if it went worse than the day we met, hasn’t managed to deter me from wanting to be around him. It hasn’t stopped me from wanting him. And mother issues aside, he’s freaking adorable. His whole face lit up when he talked about his close family and showed me the pictures. Shit, you’d think the kids in the photographs were his on how he beamed as he told me their names. He is close to his sister and cousins. I love my family, but I don’t think I look that happy when I talk about them. I didn’t learn how Makayla is related, but I will assume it’s on his mother’s side. Given his reluctance to talk about them, I guess he doesn’t have the best relationship with that side of his family. He said Frost, that name sounds very familiar, but I’m not sure from where. I’m sure I’ll remember it if it’s important. “Come on. My building is thi