The Guy On The Couch 소설 & 이야기

He was in full relax mode, with his basketball shorts and old high school t-shirt on. "I take it from how late you were out that there was some Bow Chicka Bow Wow instead of just coffee?" I shoved his shoulder as I made my way around the arm of the couch before plopping down on the empty cushion. "She agreed to give me a chance… as friends, but it still counts!" My head fell back onto the couch with a wide grin as Jones Whooped loudly next to me. "There you go, man! You're in!" Jones turned back to the television. I noticed that it was one of our old game films, but I was too distracted to watch it.

His beard was shaved elegantly and so was the way he sits on the single-seater couch with one leg resting on the other. But the silence of the night suddenly crumbled when the door creaked open and in came a guy whose hair was strangely colored red. He only wears jogging pants with nothing to cover his upper body, exposing the detailed eight-pack midriffs and biceps. Beside him was a woman with short hair and on its alternating strands, it was colored black and blue. “Honey, we have a visitor,” she blurted and continued walking toward the man on the couch. “A visitor in the middle of the night?” the mustached man repeated austerely which the woman nodded in reply.

I realized then that I wasn’t alone. An absolutely beautiful specimen of a man lay on the couch against the wall. He was too tall for the couch so his head was on the arm and his feet hung over the edge. He was wearing a set of scrubs which confused me; was he my guard? Or my doctor? Or, crazy thought, both?

I asked, shaking my head and he smirked in response. "You are smart. I like that." He grinned widely and I looked over at the dance floor to find Jenny rubbing herself against some guy and she looked like she was having the time of her life. She was so carefree and candid sometimes. Mandy was trying her best to dance with some guy but she clearly looked like she wanted to get the hell out of here. "I have something for you." The Hunter guy spoke again, gaining my attention and I watched him pull out a small ziplock bag from his pocket which had some pills.

But it's far too fancy for it to be vacant. He unlocks the door to 701 and he practically pushes me inside. I was right, it is an apartment, and a large one at that. But it isn't vacant. A man is sitting on the couch, and he was watching some kind of documentary. He switches the television off as soon as he sees us and gets to his feet. He's wearing a white shirt and dress pants, and there's a gold watch on his wrist. He's in his thirties, and balding. He has a kind face, and he's shorter than me. "Enzo, everything is prepared."

Not that it's any concern of mine. Speaking of the devil, I spot him sprawled on a leather couch, at a spot from which he has a complete view of the entire debauchery. It isn't hard to find him, and I hate to admit it, that even through the rowdy mess, he stands out like a god. The tan skin of his broad shoulders are exposed, the black silk he has on being slowly pulled off by one of the eight women curled around him on the large couch. Wait, what—

"Or with a hot ass bachelor." I watched her walk toward the dance floor. I just shook my head, chuckling alone like a crazy woman. I decided to drink the bottle of Jager on the mini table in front of me. "Hey!" I looked up at the man, standing in front of me with a red cup in his hand. His white polo made him look so clean yet sophisticated though Ezra was still incomparable. "Mind if I join you?" the man asked. "I mean, I do not own this couch." I joked with sarcasm on my face.

The only difference is his color grew grey because of his dull completion. Wh- who are yo-yo you? He stammered. Mm... Quite a romantic atmosphere you guys have created. It seems like you'd like to die while fucking your wife?" He smirked standing in the door as his red orbs glinted in the semi-dark room saturated in the yellowish lights of candles. The man sitting on the couch shivered as a cold chill went down his spine, drops of sweat emerged on his forehead and glinted as he hurriedly rushed towards the phone resting on the chest of the side table, but he was cut off by a hairy creature.

I hadn’t touched the switch. “Interesting instincts you’ve got there,” a musical male voice speaks up. Duke’s signature yowl rings out in the air, freezing me in my tracks. A head of reddish brown hair peeks up from my couch. “As expected of his fiancée.” The voice says. The man on my couch gets to his feet and turns to me. He’s dressed like he just stepped off a stage performance; glitter smattered across his cheeks, his white shirt crisp with the top three buttons undone, and well ironed black slacks. He’s handsome, but his baby blue eyes are dead. Bright but Murky.

I asked as I glanced around his office, I don't see a bed here. “Yes, or haven't you tried couch sex before?” He asked me and I gulped. I haven't done it on the couch before, my ex husband preferred it in bed, that's all we ever did. “Okay,” I said and his hands held me firmly under my ass and lifted me up and he gently dropped me on the couch. He took off his shirt tossing it to the couch and then his shirt and my eyes landed in his abs and I gulped. This man must work out to be this ripped.