All Chapters of SEX IN A GLASS HOUSE: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

002 AUGUST The sun was harsh. It bled through the curtains, stinging my eyelids and piercing my skull. My lips were swollen, my thighs were sore in the worst and best way. The sheet reeked of sex, sweat, whiskey, and expensive cologne that didn't belong to me. Nightshade’s cologne. I groaned, rolling over dragging the sheets with me. The memories of last night hit me like a bomb. We went round after round, until I cried and passed out. Everything hit me. The way his hands memorized every inch of my body, how I trembled under him. He was rough, but he wasn't reckless. Like he was taking his time. I remembered faintly how he patted my head to sleep, slowly taking off the blindfold. The last thing I heard was, “Sleep August, you had earned it.” There was some sort of familiarity with the way he patted my head. My phone vibrated on the nightstand, bringing me back from my thoughts. I reluctantly grabbed it, squinting at the

004 AUGUST BE HERE BY NOON. BRING YOUR ESSENTIALS. No congratulations, no emoji, nothing. Just straight to the point. This was very Levi. At least I was getting a thousand dollars a week. I couldn't care less about the strictness. Once I had saved enough, I would leave. I leaned over, showing it to Ama who was stuffing her face with Cereal while glaring at me. She brought me food yesterday when I almost fainted then she stayed over. She cleared her throat. “Let me get you straight. You're moving into a stranger's house, a man you barely know all because of money?” she asked flatly. “Yup,” I said “I can't talk you out of it can I?” she asked. “Nope. A thousand dollars weekly is a lot, plus I won’t have your landlord breathing down my neck.” I responded. “At least send me the address. And if you’re found dead in their house, I’ll hunt every one of them and kill them.” She threatened. “Yes ma'am. Plus they're just two.” I said shoving

CHAPTER SIX AUGUST It had been hours since dinner. I couldn't sleep. The clock on the nightstand turned, showing 3:09 AM. The bed was too big, bigger than the bed I was used to. The sheet was too thick, and the room was too cold, unlike the temperature in my room. The silence was deafening. I wasn't used to this kind of silence. I was used to the chaos, the noise from my landlord whenever he came back home, Amy coming in at early hours just to give me a gist of what I hadn't experienced yet. I grabbed my phone from under the pillow, time to call Amy. She picked up on the second ring, her voice thick with sleep. "Amy” “Dumb ass, what the hell? Who calls someone at 3:00 AM?” she said. “Whatever, I'm in a mansion. Like inside. You need to see this place.” I rolled on my tummy, dragging the sheets. “ Guess what? Levi's slate is Sexy as fuck!! That man is a walking sex. Like illegal hot. The media don't do justice to him. He cooked me dinner, like actual food, on the

AUGUST I walked out of the room feeling refreshed. I mean who wouldn’t, i’d fucked myself to sleep. I stood at the door of my room, my bare feet against the floor as I watched Levi. I wore my smallest tops, my pajama pants hanging below my waistline, just enough to irritate Levi. The mansion was silent, Levi's breathing filling the room. I didn’t understand while I enjoyed getting him riled up. Something about this man makes me want to test his patience, waiting to see if he would crack. But he didn’t. He walked out through the back door, with the cup of coffee in his hands. He stood there, backing me as he answered his call. I rummaged through the kitchen, looking for the cold orange juice Levi had stocked up on. I popped the bottle open as he walked in, startling me. Right about time. Levi was fully dressed in a three-piece black layer suit, a different brand of shoe which I am sure is very expensive. He stared at me, his eyes scanning my clothes. His gaze l

AUGUST Levi slate left me standing there, Hard. He acted like he hadn’t just dropped the most insane, yet fucking hot confession of my life. I thought nothing would top the charts with night shade, but Levi is onto something. Goodness me. I pressed my back against the wall, slowly falling down to the floor. He made Sex poetic. And fuck, he tasted like mint and coffee, he smelled so fucking good. Good enough to make me hard again. The door clicked shut behind him. Quiet. Final. I pressed my hand against my hard on, thinking about jerking off to his taste still in my mouth, and the fiery sensation from the kiss that caused my lips to tingle. He left just like that. Like he’d decided he was done, and that was supposed to be enough for me. Fuck no. With Levi, a kiss was nothing. He moved like a greamreaper, but one that was capable of fucking like a god. I sat there for a full minute, staring at the space he’d occupied, trying to remember how to breathe. My chest felt t