Roommates With My Best Friend's Boyfriend
Leaving Jane's words of wisdom behind me, I walked out of the changing room and cleared my mind of everything else until I reached room 47.
Two soft knocks, and the door opened automatically.
But the minute I stepped it, I could tell something was… off.
Now I'd met different types of men with different weird fetishes and fantasies. What I hadn't ever seen before, was a fully clothed, dark-haired 6’2 that instantly gave me the same vibes as Mufasa’s brother.
He turned away from the floor to ceiling window, and smiled when his eyes met mine.
“You must be Mia” he said. “I'm Sullivan. Sullivan Cross. But you can call me Sully.”