Good Girl : An Enemies-to-Lovers, Roommate Romance (Alphahole Roommates Book 2), page 43
“I’m good. Have a good night.” He waves and goes back to the split screen surveillance monitor his eyes were pointed at.
“Raven seemed disappointed you couldn’t come,” I say, smiling. “I’m thinking that if you ask her out, she’ll probably say yes.”
Andrews eyes hit mine and they look more than annoyed. They look angry.
“I’m not interested in Raven, the heiress mommy porn queen. I was interested in you, but you’d rather date that rich prick. Even sat through that funeral and you barely gave me the time of day.”
I’m taken aback by the venom in his voice as well as his words.
“My father died,” I whisper.
“Yeah and I would’ve been there for you through that if you’d let me.”
Raven talked about the type of stuff she writes the last time the three of us went for coffee. I’ve told Andrew I write but have never gotten into the types of things I write. And I’m sad that he looks down on Raven for her literary choices as well as obviously has a problem with people who have money.
“A lot of what you just said was not nice, Andrew. I thought we were friends, but…”
“Yeah, naw. I don’t do the friend zone. You’re not into me, I’m not interested in bein’ pals. Whatever. Fuckin’ bitches are all the same. They pick the rich guy over the working guy even if the rich guy is a dick. I’m gonna be one of those dicks someday. Until then, I get passed over.”
“Bitches?” I stare in shock.
“Good night, Jada,” he growls. “Have a nice life. Don’t bother calling me when things go south with him. I won’t be taking calls.”
I swallow hard and then I walk out.
I’m floored.
59
Austin
I walk into the front door of the building and Andrew’s gunning me as I walk to the elevator. He’s got a big problem with me.
“Hey,” I greet.
“Fuck you, prick,” he grumbles half under his breath.
I straighten up and cock an eyebrow.
His face goes red as he stares at his screen, lip curling.
I wander over and wait until he looks up at me.
“You need something?” he clips.
“What’s your problem?” I ask, completely casual.
He shakes his head. “Got no problem.”
“No? What’s with the attitude?”
“Just sittin’ here doin’ my job man; didn’t realize I need to kiss your ass every time you walk in the place.”
“Don’t want you kissin’ anything of mine. Don’t expect attitude from you for no reason, either.”
“No reason? Yeah.” He scoffs. “Whatever, man.”
“Might wanna learn a thing or two about customer service if you expect to excel in the security industry, Andrew,” I advise.
“This isn’t my chosen profession,” he informs.
“No, but if acting is, you should be able to at least act professional, man. Make sure you do, or I’ll have to put in a complaint.”
He throws a pen across his desk. “Oh yeah? Getting’ two security guards fired? Make you feel like you got a big set of balls because you can do that?”
Fuck, this dickhead has a chip on his shoulder where I’m concerned. It’ll be good to be done with him when we head to San Diego.
I lean in. “The other guy, the guy you were hired to replace? Smoking a bong in my brother’s apartment during his shift. That’s why he got fired. If you’re gonna be an asshole with no cause, I’ll be talking to your boss again.”
“Rich pricks like you can snap your fingers and fuck someone’s life. Too bad you’re gonna fuck Jada’s life, too.”
“What makes you say that?”
“That redhead that was here a few weeks ago might’ve said a few things about you when we went for drinks the next day.”
“What?”
“You get me fired, maybe I’ll tell Jada what I heard.” He smirks.
“Jada knows everything already. Go fuck yourself.” I walk away. Then after I get in the elevator, I turn around and smirk at him. “Have a good night. I know I will.”
The jackass glares at me as the doors close.
I have no idea what bullshit Sienna is feeding people about me. If what he said was even true. Security guards are not Sienna’s bag.
But I also don’t give a fuck right now. Fuck you, Andrew.
Jada’s mine.
I hired someone else today whose onboarding is going to mean I get to go back to California sooner than later and word is traveling about how our competitor Franklin was pulling shit with Bassell and their reputation is mud. Things with work are good. I’ve got my girl. I’m looking forward to taking her home and showing her what life will be like with me.
Of course I’m still in limbo with the Sienna shit, but beyond that, things are good.
I get into the apartment and fuck me, but Jada is standing there at the kitchen island in lingerie.
I freeze, taking in the eye candy.
She’s wearing a French Maid outfit. It’s sheer and she’s not wearing a bra or underwear.
She’s got stilettos on.
Her lips are red, her eyelashes are thick and black, and she’s standing there with her palms on either side of her hips against the counter.
I drop my stuff and head to her, undoing my shirt.
She lifts up a black feather duster and slowly dusts my chest with it, a focused look on her face.
I grab her by the back of her thighs and lift her onto the kitchen counter, going for my fly.
“Sir Groucho, I must dust… how about you inspect while I do?” She’s tried to put on a French accent. It‘s awful. But it takes the sex appeal up another notch for some reason.
“Fuck the dust,” I growl as I find my way under her uniform.
“Fuck zee dust?” she asks in mock horror, but then gasps as my fingers get to their goal. She’s drenched. I drop to a squat and bury my face under it so I can attack her pussy with my mouth. She comes all over my face in about two and a half minutes, then I’m carrying her to the master bedroom. I throw her on her back and get my clothes the rest of the way off.
“I was gonna pick the game tonight, sweetheart. Now I’m gonna have to do it tomorrow.”
“You have a game in mind?” she breathes, wild-eyed, forgetting her fake accent.
I smile. “Now you’ll have to wait.”
She pouts. Her lower lip protrudes adorably.
And then I slam my cock into her tight heat and her lips part as a gasp escapes.
***
“What’s for dinner?” I ask, snuggled with my little capuchin monkey afterwards.
“Peanut butter sandwiches,” she says sleepily, yawning.
“Slackin’ on the job now that you figure you got me wrapped around your finger?”
“Nope. Just can’t cook after having my brains fucked out,” she whispers.
I laugh.
“There’s a lasagna in the oven,” she amends.
“Mm.” I thought I smelled something cooking.
“A vegetable and seafood lasagna actually.”
“Seafood?” I make a face. “Are we gonna survive the night?”
“Fingers crossed. We’ve got twenty-four rolls of toilet paper, so we should.”
I laugh.
“And I ran to the bakery to buy some cannolis for dessert.”
“Ooh. Good call. Glad I’ve got a home gym in my house since I’ve put on five pounds in the last month,” I remark.
She giggles and pokes my belly. “Still got a six pack, I see. I’ll stop feeding you so well if your buff turns to fluff.”
I chuckle.
“Actually, I could totally handle it if you get a Dad bod. I don’t only want you for your body,” she whispers.
“No? You want me for my math skills?”
“Yeah,” she chokes out a laugh. “That’s exactly why I want you.”
“Well, I want you just as you are.”
She cuddles in closer.
“No wait,” I say.
Her eyes dart up to mine.
“One thing I’d like you to work on. Would you please, pretty please, clean up your computer desktop? I have no fuckin’ clue how you run that thing like that.”
She barks out a laugh.
“So many fuckin’ icons. Drives me batty to even think of it. Though if your computer was tidy, I could’ve missed out on discovering my favorite new soon-to-be-published author. My sweetheart.”
She lets out a little purr and nuzzles in closer.
And then she goes rigid.
“What’s wrong?” I kiss her nose.
“When you joked about why I want you, it kind of reminded me of an unpleasant exchange tonight with Andrew down in the lobby. He was rude to me. I don’t think he liked the hickey and then he got a little nasty.”
“He what?” I sit up, now serious.
“Made comments insinuating I’m after your money.”
“You know how much money I’ve got?” I ask.
Jada shakes her head.
“For all you know, I’ve got nothing, don’t get a trust fund until I’m forty and I’m up to my eyeballs in debt. Lotta business execs aren’t rolling in it nowadays.”
“Are you? In financial trouble?”
“Would you break up with me if I was?”
She shakes her head again. “I’d get a second job to help you pay off your debts.”
I pull her close, feeling warmth through every vein in my body. “I believe that. For the record, I’ve got more than a little money in the bank.”
“I’m not after your money,” she whispers. “I want your body.”
“I own my house, a boat, two cars, and a condo in the Canary Islands as well as one in Glasgow.”
Jada’s jaw drops. “Glasgow?”
“Love it there. Spent a semester there in my last year of college. Can’t wait to take you. And I’ve got money put away for future kids’ college funds already. I know money, I’ve been saving it since I got my first job at sixteen, and yeah, I got part of my trust fund at twenty-one and put it into good investments, get the rest in a few years, plus I’ll stand to inherit a whack of money when the unthinkable happens and I lose my dad. I don’t believe in prenups, never have, so when I get married I won’t be asking my bride to sign one.”
“But I would,” she declares. “I don’t care about your money. I mean… if I was that bride, not that I think I’m gonna be or anything, but-”
I cover her mouth with my hand. She looks mortified.
“What did he say to you, exactly?”
“Mmf mmmf,” she tries.
I take my hand away from her mouth.
“Are you gonna go beat him up?” she asks.
“Maybe.”
She bites her lip.
“And because he already pissed me off, saying shit to me tonight, too. The guy’s a dick.”
“He is. What did he say?”
“Just being a dick and then threatened to say something to you about whatever Sienna said to him. I knew he let her up without buzzing up intentionally that night. Told him you know everything there is to know. Anyway, we’ll be out of here soon. I got a real estate agent lined up to meet us at your dad’s house this weekend.”
“Oh good.” She relaxes. “You know what? Let’s go have some dinner and forget about Andrew. I thought he was my friend, but clearly he wasn’t, so forget about him. I’m going to.”
“Fine. As long as he doesn’t utter another negative thing or give you any dirty looks.”
“Fine.”
“But I still wanna know what he said.”
60
Jada
It’s Sunday night and Austin and I are just leaving from dinner with Suki and her sister Aurora. Suki is the lady who raised Austin. His nanny. And I love her to death.
A sweet older black lady with a slight Caribbean accent, she was not only sweet and welcoming, but she was also bossy with Austin in a way that was endearing. And he was as doting with her as I suspect he’d be if she was his grandmother.
She had pictures of Adele’s kids on the wall as well as framed pictures of Adele, Aiden, and Austin on the dresser in her bedroom, which she showed me. Adele’s wedding picture was on her wall, too, and she proudly showed me a beautiful watch and necklace she got from them for her last birthday. For dinner, she cooked a dish called Callaloo soup, fresh rolls, and then we ate a delicious and rather potent rum cake for dessert.
I brought her flowers and a box of chocolate truffles that Austin said were her favorites.
“Did I pass a test?” I ask, getting into the car.
He’s looking at me with a huge grin, so I suspect I did.
“She doesn’t hug people she just met, so I’d say you fuckin’ did.”
I smile proudly. Suki hugged me goodbye, grabbing my face with both hands and smiling big at me.
“Brought at least three girls around her and they got nothin’. Carly didn’t even get a hug her first visit.”
I gasp. “Don’t tell her. I don’t want her to feel bad.”
“Carly got one on her second, though.”
“That’s a relief.”
“Now you’ve met Dad, Suki, my siblings, my sister-in-law, my niece and nephew. All that’s left is Dirk and Dirk’s a good guy, so you’ll hit it off, no problem, and … you’ve met Mom, but…”
I laugh. “I don’t think your mom is a fan.”
“Ignore her. Everyone else does. She’s only a fan of herself.”
I snicker.
“She’s gonna act like you have no class, no taste, and she’ll roll her eyes a lot as well as do the typical future mother-in-law thing. Just do you. You’ll be fine. We do semi-monthly dinners with the family - usually at Adele’s or sometimes at Aiden and Carly’s. My mother only comes half the time. And we always serve a lot of alcohol so we can better tolerate her.”
“Future mother-in-law?” I ask. “That’s a bold statement.” It’s not the first one of that type either.
He smiles big and winks.
“But she’s a recovering alcoholic,” I say. “It’s not nice to flaunt booze in front of her.”
I note he says nothing about my question. I let it go because the wink says a lot.
“She told us from the start she didn’t want to be treated strangely because she’d quit drinking.” He shrugs.
“I still think it’s kinda rude.”
“Life goes on, Jada.”
“Is she alcohol-free though? When she was here she asked for booze.”
“She slipped and I’m just hoping she’s back on the wagon. She tried to make it seem like my sitch with Sienna was driving her to drink. It’s a game with her. It usually is. I don’t bite when she dangles these things.”
I shake my head. “I get it.”
“You think you do, but you’ll still have an Audra learning curve. You’ve got the rest of us to help you muddle through.”
I laugh.
He looks at me like I have no idea what I’m in for.
“I’m sure I can handle it. I handled you, didn’t I?”
We’re stopped at a red light, so he grabs me and kisses me.
“We’ll see if you can handle me when I get you to that bedroom tonight.”
***
“Are you my good girl?” he asks.
I’m naked, on the bed, and he’s still fully dressed, looking down at me with a drink in his hand.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Then turn over and get on your hands and knees.”
I roll and rise up onto all fours.
“Knees further apart, Jada.”
I’m definitely wet. He’s being bossy and it’s hot as heck.
His finger slides down my seam and then he leans over and tastes me. But he’s got an ice cube in his mouth, so I jolt.
“Stay still,” he orders. And then his hand glides up my bottom and down again in a gentle caress.
I do my best to stay still, but my knees are trembling.
“Good girl,” he tells me.
My eyes drift shut and I sigh in contentment.
He likes telling me what to do in bed.
But I like doing what he tells me to do in bed probably even more.
61
Austin
Three Weeks Later
San Diego, California
We’re here. Finally, I’m done with New York. For now. I’m concerned I did such a good job of cleaning up there that it’ll mean more of that shit from my father who can’t stop talking about how pleased he is with me.
As far as I’m concerned, Aiden is up next if there’s any travel required.
We’re taking a cab home; I haven’t told anyone we’re coming today. The cab driver, a super-nice guy named Ash, is one that Carly always uses so our clan tries him first before anyone else. He’s waiting with a big smile and he talks to Jada all the way from the airport to my house about some of the perks of living in San Diego.
She talks to him like they’ve been friends for years and it’s no wonder Suki fell in love with her. No wonder Carly wanted to do whatever she could to help Jada out when she was in a jam. She makes a great first impression. Most of the time…
She’s open, and listens to people. She’s got a beautiful smile and shines with a genuine light from within.
I’m in love with this girl and I fully intend to make her mine permanently.
The family thinks we’re coming two days from now. I want tonight to ourselves, so Jada can settle, see the house, not feel overwhelmed.
Her eyes light up stepping inside at the open plan space once we’re inside my house. It’s spacious, bright, lots of windows and there’s a great view out back of the pool and the landscaping, which is a feature of the place I get a lot of compliments on. Buying the model home, all this was done for me, so I just pay someone to keep it looking good.
The kitchen is in the middle of the action and it’s a chef’s kitchen which I’m figuring she’ll appreciate.
Her mouth drops and she stares at me. “This is amazing.”
“You like it? I bought it furnished. It was the model home. I’m totally open to changing things if you prefer another style.”
