Raunchy Roommate

by Bethany Morgan

  Chapter 33

  Stuart

  Annabel was sitting cross-legged on the couch, a porcelain bowl filled with cereal on her lap. She was dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a white tank top that was naturally bunched up at the end, revealing a tiny part of her sun-kissed skin. She was so beautiful, even when she was just lounging around without any effort.

  I could feel my heartbeat quicken just from viewing her appear to be so comfortable. A beam of light from the large window was shining on her face, making her seem to glow in a heavenly manner. It seemed pretty accurate, since I think she is an angel. Especially when she eats her cereal in small little bites with her lips just barely curved into a smile as she watches something mildly entertaining on the television.

  She looked happy. And that makes me happy.

  "Morning, baby," I finally greeted, stepping out from the bedroom's doorway to stroll over towards her.

  Annabel's eyes lit up with joy at the sight of me. I perched down on the cushion next to her, bending my head down to plant a kiss on her forehead.

  "Hi, Stu," Annabel nearly exclaimed, scooping up some more of the cereal and lifting it to my lips, which I gladly took a bite of.

  "You're so cute," I blurted out, since I found the almost motherly-like action to be absolutely adorable. "What are you doing today?"

  She leaned her head back in frustration, letting out a groan under his breath. "I have to do this stupid photo-shoot for a magazine today. And then I just got a call from my dentist that they are pushing my wisdom teeth removal for Thursday, so I'm going to have to get surgery even sooner now which is just fantastic."

  I couldn't help but laugh at the mere thought of her when she's going to talk incoherently and be hilarious while under all of the dentist drugs. "I'm sure it will all go smoothly though, Ann. And I bet you're still going to look great even when you resemble a chipmunk."

  "Thanks," She replied completely sarcastically, rolling her eyes at me. "Will you be able to drive me there though? I don't think I can drive when I'm on laughing gas. I mean, I can always ask Grace if you're in the studio or something-"

  "Ann," I said firmly, interrupting her from rambling. I placed my hand on her thigh, giving it a slight squeeze. "Of course I'll drive you. And I'm in the studio tomorrow so I will be free Thursday. I got you."

  She grinned, kissing my cheek before she leaped to her feet. "Thank you so much. I have to get to my shoot early so they can do all my hair and make-up. You should invite the boys over or something."

  "Maybe I will," I agreed, thinking that it would be nice to see my friends since I haven't had any proper guy time in awhile.

  Bradley's jaw dropped, letting his mouth hang open as he gaped at me. "Are you kidding me?"

  I shrugged nonchalantly. "C'mon, you know it's true."

  He shook his head back and forth, crossing his arms across his chest. "No, it's not. I would totally beat you at a dance battle."

  "But Stuart has better hip rotations," Benjamin argued, shoving some more pretzels into his mouth. He chewed on the snack loudly. "You kind of look like a snake when you dance, Bradley."

  Bradley rolled his eyes at him, throwing the pillow he was sitting on at Benjamin's face. The four of us all chuckled in unison. I've missed our stupid conversations, and I've missed living with them. Of course I wouldn't trade up the opportunity to live with my girl, but it scared me that someday we're all going to live separately and be settled down.

  A knock on the door interrupted our nonsense chat, and I pressed my palms into the sofa to aid me in standing up. I sauntered over towards the front door, opening it up hesitantly. Ethan was standing there on my doorstep.

  I shut the door closed again immediately.

  She pushed it open with force, making me growl underneath my breath. "What are you doing here?" I interrogated with irritation clearly evident in my tone.

  "Well I was kind of in the mood to do something. Or rather, someone," Ethan purred, placing her hand on my shoulder. The boys all cackled from the living room, placing their hands over their mouths to smother the sound. But she definitely noticed them. "Oh, I didn't realize they were over."

  "Actually we were just about to leave," Clayton stated quickly, standing up with Bradley and Benjamin following him. They were all still hysterical. "Have fun, Stu."

  "No, you guys stay! Ethan is the one who should be leaving," I insisted, but they just shook their heads, still snickering as they ran out my front door. "I hate all of you!"

  I turned back around to face Ethan, who now had her hands on hips. "Why do you want me to leave? We have the house to ourselves. And you haven't asked me to come over in awhile, so I'm sure you've missed me."

  Her fingers were toying with the bottom of my t-shirt and I swatted them away from me. "Actually, I haven't. I haven't missed you at all."

  She laughed, coming closer to me and pressing her lips to my neck. It felt nothing like the way Annabel kissed my skin, and it didn't even give me any pleasure. In fact, it made me cringe away from her due to how uncomfortable I was.

  "Ethan, stop. I have a girlfriend now," I informed her, distancing myself from her even more.

  Ethan's mouth dropped wide open, similar to how Bradley had looked earlier. "Am I hearing correctly? Did Stuart Robinson finally learn about commitment?"

  I huffed. I was only pretending to be offended. I knew I was awful to girls that I hooked up with in the past and that I would have never expected myself to actually commit to one person. But everything was different when it came to Annabel.

  "Yeah, I did," I muttered, making her eyebrows raise up in surprise. "Don't look so jealous, Ray. Neither of us ever had any feelings other than lust for each other."

  She chuckled in a condescending manner, leaning against the kitchen counter as if she was entirely comfortable with being in my home. "Oh honey, I'm very aware of that. I would never want to date an asshole like you. But I'm happy for you."

  "That's what every jealous girl says," I protested, scowling at her. I just wanted her to leave.

  Ethan smiled, an actual true smile which I have never seen before. "That is usually true, but I mean it. I'm happy you've finally fallen in love, Stuart. It will be good for you. You're going to finally lose your famous-rock star-ego thing you've had."

  I wasn't offended by that either. I knew that when I first got a taste of fame I made some bad decisions and took advantage of that, but being around Annabel has completely reminded me of my past. She has made me a better person.

  "I'm not in love, though," I reminded her. It was too soon to fall in love. I wasn't sure if I was ready for it. And I had no clue of what love even felt like.

  Ethan shot me a look. "Keep telling yourself that, Stuart," She snidely remarked. "If you weren't in love with this girl we would have been in the bedroom right now. Who even is she?"

  "Annabel," I explained. Her name flowed off of my tongue with ease and it instantly caused my heart to bubble with even something as simple as thinking of her. Maybe, just maybe, I was already falling for her.

  Ethan pushed a lock of her hair behind her ear, a grin spreading onto her face. "Oh sweetie, I could tell you loved her even way back to weeks ago when she walked in on us. You're such an idiot."

  I gulped. Ethan was planting all of these thoughts into my brain that I've never even processed before. All I knew for certain was that Annabel made me the happiest I've ever been. Jesus Christ, I'm such a sap.

  I opened my mouth to ask her if she had ever been in love, but I stopped dead in my tracks when my beautiful girlfriend walked through the door, her eyes widening at the sight unraveling in front of her.

  Chapter 34

  Annabel

  I knew who this girl was immediately. I mean, it was nearly impossible for me to forget the image of her on top of Stuart. It had scarred me, along with how my shriek could still be heard in my eardrums from time to time. I was horridly embarrassed for invading their privacy.

  But now I was horridly co
nfused as to why she was in our house.

  A part of me grew immensely paranoid. I could feel my heart begin to pound against my chest. Maybe Stuart had invited her over because he was sick of waiting for me. Maybe he couldn't control his hormones. Maybe I'm completely over-thinking this, but I can't stop myself from becoming jealous simply by her presence.

  "Um, hi?" I greeted awkwardly, feeling the tension in the room begin to multiply.

  Stuart, who was standing on the other side of the kitchen away from her, stepped closer to me. "Ann, this isn't what it looks like. I swear."

  My eyes flickered from his pleading face to Ethan, who was leaning against our counter with her arms crossed over her chest. "Well, what is she doing here?"

  "She came over on her own. I promise. Nothing happened," Stuart stated quickly, practically rambling due to how fast he was talking.

  Ethan rolled her eyes at me as I was still frozen in place, due to a mix of shock and confusion. "Annabel, it's true. You better believe the poor kid. We didn't do anything. He's too far up your butthole, anyways," She spoke, then snickered. "Well, not literally, of course. Obviously you aren't the anal type."

  My eyes widened, feeling my cheeks heat up just by her accusations. Stuart glared at her, his eyes practically shooting daggers in her direction, which only made the obnoxious girl laugh. "Trust me, all Stuart and I did was talked. And our conversation was about you anyways. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to leave," Ethan declared, shuffling past me to exit out the front door.

  Stuart exhaled a deep puff of air, as if he had been holding it in during this entire exchange. I was still a bit puzzled by everything I had just witnessed.

  "So, how was your photo-shoot?" He asked nonchalantly.

  I furred my eyebrows together. My tongue glided against my lips, dampening them since they had grown incredibly dry in these past few minutes. "Um, it was good," I responded timidly, not even making eye contact with him.

  Stuart sighed heavily, picking up my hand and lifting it up to his lips. I nearly flinched. "Ann, I'm sorry. She just barged right over. But you have to believe me when I say that nothing happened. I tried to get her to leave, but we just ended up talking. And it was a conversation I needed."

  I swallowed. I desired to be the girl he could confide in. I didn't want my own boyfriend to think that he couldn't speak to me about whatever was on his mind. We always have told each other everything. "Uh, what, what did you guys talk about?"

  His face paled within seconds. That same look of guilt that I could always spot swept across his features. His jaw clenched together, making the bone protrude even further than normal. "I can't tell you."

  I snapped my head towards him, anger suddenly bubbling through me. "What do you mean?"

  "It's nothing bad, Ann," Stuart assured me.

  "If it's not bad then you can tell me. Hell, even if it is bad you can tell me. You can tell me anything," I stated, feeling my lip begin to quiver. "Didn't she say you were talking about me?"

  "Well, yeah. That's why I can't tell you," Stuart murmured, nibbling on his bottom lip as a nervous response. I huffed, taking a few steps away from him. "Ann, it's complicated."

  "Right," I responded sarcastically, involuntarily rolling my eyes at him in a disgusted manner. "Right, Stuart. It's so complicated that you can't tell your own damn girlfriend what you and your little groupie were saying. Actually, never mind. I don't even want to know."

  I knew I was overreacting. I knew I was, like always. But I hated the idea of secrets, especially when secrets always lead to the possibility of creating some kind of discrepancy.

  The main root to this problem was that I was jealous. I couldn't stand the fact that some girl who had spent so many nights with the boy I was crazy for might have the possibility of knowing something about him that I didn't. I was always scared that he was going to leave me for someone better, someone more experienced, someone who wouldn't freak out at him because of something as stupid as this.

  "Where are you going?" Stuart called after me, as I stomped in the opposite direction.

  "I need to take a shower!" I screamed, which was completely true. I had layers of make-up that was airbrushed onto my face, and my hair was downed with nearly an entire bottle of hairspray. However, I truly just wanted to get some time away from him to calm down before I said something I would regret.

  "Annabel, stop!" Stuart shouted, darting in my direction to catch up with me. He gripped onto my hand, tugging on it gently so I would turn around to face him. "I really don't want to fight with you."

  "Neither do I," I admitted. I hated fighting with him. But I couldn't help my jealousy and stubborn personality from taking over. "I'm sorry for being so nosy. But can you just tell me what the topic of your conversation was before I go insane? Please?"

  He shook his head. "I'll tell you soon."

  "Bye," I grumbled, opening up the bathroom door and shutting it tightly. I twisted the knob to the shower, letting the hot water begin to rain down from the twisted coil of the shower head.

  Steam tickled my face as I rid myself of my clothing, stepping inside the shower once it was at the right temperature. I washed my hair first, massaging my scalp and temple in an effort to soothe my brain from the stress it currently felt.

  After a final rinse of my body and face, I hopped out of the shower, enveloping myself in a plush towel and letting my wet hair cling onto my neck. A sly smile crept onto my face as I stared at my reflection in the foggy mirror. I had an idea.

  I opened the door to the bedroom, not even bothering to knock. Stuart was laying on the bed, his phone directly in front of his face like usual. The light from the screen illuminated his tan face, making his brown pupils shrink and making the bridge of his nose seem to glow. He glanced up at me, but I simply ignored him.

  I sauntered over towards the dresser to pick out some clothes with my back to him. I could feel his gaze on me, and without any hesitation, I dropped the towel, leaving my nude butt and backside to be on complete display.

  He gasped. I grinned.

  "Ann," Stuart mumbled, his breath seeming to be caught in his throat. "What- what are you doing?"

  "Getting dressed," I responded with shrug of my shoulders, as I finally decided on a black bra. I clipped it behind me carefully.

  "Can you- can I-" Stuart stuttered, and I could hear fidgeting coming from behind me. It was just a butt, though. Nothing he hasn't seen before.

  I slid on a pair of underwear, along with throwing a baggy t-shirt over my head before finally spinning around. Stuart had a pillow over his lap, along with his teeth biting down on his lip. "Baby," Stuart whined. "Please come here."

  "You're such a boy," I teased, strolling over towards him and climbing onto his lap where the pillow had conveniently been place. I straddled his waist, making his eyes widen in lust as his hands gripped onto my hips.

  "Are you still mad at me?" He questioned, his palms sliding underneath my oversized shirt to feel my clean skin and to rub it in a soothing manner. "Because if you are, this is a really weird way to show it."

  I wasn't mad. I was never really mad at him. I was mainly just curious, which only led to further frustration.

  I linked my arms behind the back of his neck. "No, I'm not mad. I think I was just jealous, and curious. I don't want there to be any secrets between us."

  He frowned, pulling my hips closer to him. "There aren't any secrets between us," He promised me, with his eyes staring into my own, which somehow conveyed the message in a way that made me fully believe him. Stuart pressed his lips against my neck. "And there's no need to get jealous, Ann. You are, without a doubt, the only girl I want."

  I smiled, feeling butterflies begin to take their daily route through my stomach. I ran my fingers through his dark hair. "You're only saying that because I showed you my butt."

  He chuckled loudly, making his laughter echo throughout our room. "And your butt is wonderful," Stuart complimented, sending a flirty wink in my direction. "B
ut I mean it, baby. You are the only girl for me."

  I crashed my lips against his, since I was overwhelmed by how hearing those few words could make me feel like I had travelled to cloud nine. I wasn't sure how I had gotten lucky enough to be with him, but I knew for certain that this amazing feeling between us was much bigger than simply lust or liking each other. I was falling for him. And falling hard.

  Stuart's eyelids opened up slowly as we pulled away from each other, a smug smile lying on each of our faces.

  "I'm sorry for being a pain," I apologized, feeling embarrassed by my previous behavior when it was now so obvious that Stuart only had eyes for me.

  He shook his head. "The only pain I feel is from the way we're positioned."

  I laughed nervously, feeling my cheeks flush with a shade of pink as the heat rose to my face. I climbed off of him, and he stood up, making the pillow fall off of him and revealing the little tent he had pitched in his black skinny jeans.

  "I'll just go to the bathroom to take care of this," Stuart joked, grinning at me without a care in the world.

  "Wait," I called, grasping onto his forearm to stop him from moving any further, as a sudden wave of confidence swept through my veins. "Maybe I can help you."

  Stuart's mouth parted open, his body tensing up immediately. "Um, uh, are you sure?"

  "Yeah," I said shyly, since his reaction was not what I had expected.

  I wasn't sure where this seductive side of me had come from today. Maybe it was a response to Ethan's visit today and I wanted him to forget all about her. Maybe I was finally trusting him more than ever. Maybe it was because he looked really hot today, especially with his cheekbones appearing to be even more sculpted than usual and his large lips that were curved into an enticing smile, practically making me swoon every time he looked at me with complete adoration.

  Stuart stumbled over his feet as he stepped backwards to lean his tall frame against the bed. I stood up on my tippy-toes to kiss him, letting my hands roam from his neck to down his chest, feeling his heart thumping rapidly against it.