All Chapters of Dangerous Pleasures: Chapter 1131 - Chapter 1140

A story about the two roommates in Apartment 202. (Enjoy reading).Part OneI was seeing double. Unfortunately, however, I was hearing nothing. I tore my gaze from the identical twin sisters discussing my housing fate in the nearby kitchen. There was no point in staring at the two blue-eyed brunettes anyway... Despite Apartment 202's open-concept design, their voices were so hushed, I couldn't hear one syllable from where I was sitting. Recalling that old saying about a watched pot never boiling, I admired my aesthetically pleasing surroundings to distract myself.The pictures I'd received didn't do the place justice... A kitchenette, dining section and living room constituted its common areas. While two bedrooms connected by a 'Jack and Jill bathroom' made up its private spaces. As suggested by the outdated bathroom-between-rooms layout, the building was an older one. In terms of square feet though, compared with the modern condo units that fell within my (unimpressive) price range,

The dreary weather mirrored my gloomy mood perfectly. It was as if the cloudy evening sky had been computer-generated to highlight how miserable I was. Envisaging myself as the star of a nonexistent movie might've seemed egomaniacal... But the thought wasn't rooted in narcissism. For as long as I could remember, I'd just been obsessed with movies. A lifelong personal interest of mine that not only engulfed my whole childhood but also steered my entire academic life, leading me to the career path I was now traversing.Fueled by a deathless desire to write and direct my own films someday, I'd taken innumerable steps in the hopes that they'd bring me closer to my ultimate goals. Some of which were inconsequential, like starting an unofficial film club in my old high school. Some of which were life-altering, like attending an expensive film school that'd pretty much guaranteed I'd be drowning in student debt for the foreseeable future. Yay. I might've damaged my credit score, but at least

Cindy meets someone who challenges everything she believes.Start of fall semester, 2009, UGA, Athens, Georgia.I was so late.The sound of my sneakers hitting the sidewalk echoed in my ears, my backpack bouncing against my shoulders as I ran. It's a good thing I was in shape.Why did this place have to be so freaking big? I mean sure, it sounded great. After growing up in a little town and going to a tiny high school, the University of Georgia had seemed like such a grand adventure.Finally Miller Hall loomed in front of me, four intimidating stories of red brick. This one single building was at least three times the size of my high school, with two more floors.I pushed open the doors. I needed to find room 207, and quickly. I took the stairs two at a time. It had to be on the second floor, right?As I crested the stairs a couple of guys were standing next to a bulletin board. I turned on my smile and tossed my sandy blonde hair. It got the effect it usually did, and I instantly had

I told him my roommate would be back a little after midnight, another lie, just to get rid of him. After he left I had a little cry, wondering what the hell was wrong with me. I mean, he was handsome, kind, smart and funny, every girl's dream. I should be melting inside at the thought of his touch.I wouldn't admit that, though, and I talked up the whole experience to Carrie and Mitch after our workout the next day. Mitch seemed particularly eager to change the subject, so to follow up I invited Ethan to join us for lunch the next Saturday, and I spent the time hanging on him while Mitch fought back scowl after scowl.I was being petty, I guess, but Mitch had the annoying habit of showing up with stories about her own exploits with some girl she'd met at a party, or in the laundry room, or wherever. I dutifully scowled my way through them, but the things she said would often echo in my mind as I tried to sleep."Why does she have to carry on about it all the time?" Carrie and I had me

"I didn't say anything." I intentionally looked away, but I could see Mitch shake her head.Carrie was just grinning. "So was she very appreciative?""You could say that. After the jackass left she leaned forward and asked 'What do I owe you for my rescue?' I just said that I'd settle for a dance. She was MORE than happy to oblige."I scowled at her. "Another notch on your bedpost. You must be so proud.""She left happy. How was true love with Mr. GQ last night? Did he ring all your bells?"My mouth just hung open, and I felt like I'd been stabbed through the heart. I took a deep breath and stood up. "That's none of your damn business." I turned on my heel and stomped off back toward the locker room, grabbing my bag and wiping a traitorous tear from my eye. I was out the door and down the walk moments later, turning through a quad back towards my dorm."Spencer! Hey, Spencer, wait up." It was Mitch, I could hear her running to catch up."Go away, Mitch." I tried to walk faster, my arm