SIX

SIX

It has been a week since that incident and Wesley and I haven’t had sex since then. It was like our movements were monitored and it was disturbing for me. Dogs bark wildly at each other outside as children zip past the street on their bicycles. And I thought this place was lonely. All the while, laughter spills in through my window.

I stand by my white desk, which I have made my own and start organising my resume for my new job. I have yet to be bothered by Croix again even after taking the hottest shower I have ever had in the shared bathroom with no sign of him.

I spent my time working to make this room feel homey by hanging my clothes in the closet, setting up a corner for my cello and music stand and organising my makeup on the dresser. I take out my phone and begin to text Markie.

ADELINE: I am in a terrible situation. The agent is my step brother. Mission aborted.

MARKIE:Hot step bro is the agent? Super hot if you ask me.

I laugh at my friend’s comment. My friendship with Markie isn’t something I would trade for anything. We haven’t met each other before but we met online through a Christmas Grinch group chat. Apparently, Christmas wasn’t her fun part of the holiday too and we bonded over that and more.

Not only that, we shared love over rock music and horror movies and selective Rom-coms. She’s the only person I’ve ever exposed selective pieces of me to and that means a lot coming from a person like me who has traumas and whatnot.

I cursed at the heat blasting in here. The guys deliberately did this to get me to come downstairs to ask for their help or something and I wasn’t going to back down that easily.

ADELINE: I’m burning alive in my room right now. He’s trying to get me to go and talk to him and the others. I just know it but I won’t do it. Send a custodian to mop up my remains.

A few seconds later, my phone vibrates.

MARKIE: Please tell me you’re still in solid form.

I type back. 

ADELINE: I can’t take this anymore. Wesley said he isn’t coming until eleven to fix the AC and I just can’t go out there to face the dickhead who know the face I make when I’m reaching my limit and the ass who heard me faked an orgasm

MARKIE: I think your step brother just likes to see you wet. And don’t dare to use my love of eating women out against me. Maybe they are playing sword fights with each other’s dicks or thumb wrestling in assholes. Just check and see if anyone’s there. Dehydration is a thing, you know. 

I chuckle at her comment. And she texts right back.

MARKIE: Let me know if you sleep with any of them.

ADELINE: Sure. It’s truly too bad we didn’t meet earlier in life. Why did we have to waste so many years before finally becoming friends through our shared love of modern rock bands?

MARKIE: One of life’s greatest mysteries.

ADELINE: Alright I’m going to text you later. I have an internship today and cello practice.

MARKIE: Proud of you though. I mean who learns cello in two years. Although I enjoyed the darker you who dabbled in dicks.

I toss my phone aside and put on an oversized shirt and pad my way to the door. Slowly it creaks open, and cool air feathers across my face. I sighed in relief before looking at Croix’s door. It’s closed and there’s no sound emitting from it.

I tip-toed out of the main area, the kitchen only illuminated by light. Making my way to the fridge, I crack it open searching for something to quench my thirst. I spotted a water bottle sitting on the top shelf, humming in pleasure as I grabbed it and gulped down its contents.

As I was finishing the last drops, I heard sounds like a frustrated groan echoing from the other hallway, the other hallway where the other roommates live. 

 Curiosity gets the best of me, and before I know it, I’m sneaking towards the sound and resting my head against the wall near the door of one of their rooms.

Muffled sounds of guns firing and voices screaming come out from what I assume is their headphones, followed by another exacerbated moan. My hand falls to my chest, my head pressing closer as my heart races.

“Fuck, you know how to make it hard.” A strained voice whispers alongside sloppy, sucking sounds.

I bit my lips at the man’s lust filled voice. Silently and carefully, I pushed the door slightly so as to not make a sound.

“I’m not gonna make it.” He rasps. “Ah, fuck.”

Bright light flashing from a computer screen hits the opposite wall illuminating the shadow of a man in a gaming chair and another on their knees before him. 

The sucking sounds continue as the man in the chair continues playing some shooting game.

I nearly jump out of my skin when the controller falls off his hand with a thud and he throws his head back as one hand holds the other’s head to his groin. I swallow nervously watching the two roommates taking part in oral sex.

I know those sounds. The throat fucking. I hear gagging before I see another man’s hand palming the armrest of the chair. 

Seconds later, a head of pink shaggy hair pops up from his lap. “I won.” He taunts.

I should walk away while I can, sneak back to my room before I get caught but I can’t when I hear them continue. 

“Lean back Sigh.” Eli whispers. “Give it. Finish for me.”

Sigh leans back further into his chair, his thighs spreading wide and he’s moaning and groaning loudly. When he’s finished, I hear a loud laugh.

“Enjoying yourself?”