Roommate - SEASON 1 EPISODE 7

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Roommate - SEASON 1 EPISODE 7

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Nicole

No matter how hard I tried to avoid this man, he always found a way to be around me. It was infuriating how determined he was to "protect" me. All he was doing was making me hate him even more.

At least that's what I kept telling myself.

I stood up from my chair when Blake opened the door and greeted an older lady. He took the bags from her before guiding her into the lobby. "This way, ma'am." She followed him towards the elevator and I smiled at her when she looked my way.

"Good morning, ma'am." I greeted with a small wave.

"Good morning," she replied, holding onto Blake's arm when he offered his elbow to her. "Oh, my. You're a strong one." She squeezed his upper arm and he glanced over at me as he awkwardly thanked her. I stifled a laugh with my hand.

They both stepped into the elevator and Blake smiled when my eyes met his. I quickly looked away, because I hated the way I reacted to his smile now.

I watched the number above the elevator, going up and up until it reached the twelfth floor. The door swung open again and I pushed back my shoulders as I turned towards our new guest. Except, instead of giving the usual greeting, I froze. Because a handsome man just walked in. He looked rich. Like... rich rich. The type of rich that wore suits and ties and expensive dress shoes wherever they went.

I didn't know what to say.

He turned towards me and grinned, showing off a perfect, white smile. A smile that had my knees buckling. "Good morning, young lady."

"Good morning, sir." My voice sounded breathless. Useless.

Instead of acknowledging how embarrassing I was being, though, he walked past the desk I was standing behind and waited for the elevator to come down. The elevator that was already arriving at our floor.

The doors opened and revealed Blake, who was grabbing his shoulder and rotating his arm to release some tension. He'd been carrying bags all day, so he must've been exhausted.

When he caught a glimpse of the man now standing in front of him, whatever pain he was feeling must have vanished because the next thing I knew, he was beaming. And I felt the same butterflies I felt every time he did that. Showing off his perfect, straight teeth.

Fuck me.

"Good morning, kiddo." The man said as he patted his head. His smile widened like a child looking up at their hero. It was actually quite adorable to witness. He looked proud to be in his presence.

The man stepped into the elevator as Blake stepped out. But instead of walking back to the entrance, where he was paid to be, he turned around. I could no longer see his face. "Good morning, dad." Blake finally said as the doors started closing.

His dad's smile widened before it was hidden behind the closed doors of the elevator. Blake spun back around and even started whistling as he walked over to his position by the door, his hands clasped behind his back. He caught me staring and had the nerve to wink at me.

"Like the idea of me potentially looking like him when I grow up?" He asked as he removed his hat, combing his fingers through his hair before placing it back on his head.

I shook my head and busied myself with the computer. "You wish you looked like him."

He chuckled, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. "Well, I obviously can't look exactly like him. I'm a mix of him and my mom after all."

"Wow, you actually understand the concept of genetics? I'm proud of you, buddy."

"Yeah, and I'm a pro when it comes to reproducing..." he paused to think his words over. "Except, without actually reproducing. Want me to show you?"

"The day you let me touch you is the same day I'll thank God I was born."

I shut and locked the door behind me without saying anything, but the shiver that ran down my spine ended right between my legs. And I hated myself for it.

• • •

"You're disgusting."

"Am I?" Blake smirked as his sister rolled her eyes at him. "Not my fault you're nosey."

She gaped at him and Justus chuckled to himself, stopping the second Patricia turns to glare at him. Throwing his hands up, he winked at her.

That only made her blush, confusing Blake. He looked at his best friend to see what he could've done to make his sister blush, finding no answer because Justus was busy on his phone now.

The four of us were in Blake and I's dorm room after they all insisted we had to hang out somehow. Even if we didn't go out.

I actually didn't mind this time, because I really didn't want to be alone. It felt like my chest was getting more and more constricted the longer I spent time alone. Though, I chose not to drink like them.

Opening another beer for himself, Blake took a few swigs from it before leaning his head against mine. Justus looked over at us and smirked at me, making me scoff and move my head away. Blake's head dropped a few inches before he raised it on his own again, frowning over at me.

"Don't look at me like that, doofus."

"So mean to me." He pointed, looking and sounding like a child.

It was actually kinda cute. Kinda.

"Why aren't you drinking again?" Patricia asked me over the length of the can she was drinking out of.

I shrugged, mindlessly being the one to lean my head into Blake this time. I almost laughed when he immediately froze, not risking me moving away from him. "I've only drank once in my life, and I was a lightweight."

"What got you drunk that you were such a lightweight?" Justus asked after taking another drink from his beer.

"I think I just took like four shots and I was done for the night."

"Straight shots for your first and only time?" Blake questioned beside me. "Of what?"

"Tequila."

"Tequila is where it's at." Justus nodded. "I could go for a shot or two right now actually."

"Let's go buy a bottle!"

I turned to raise a brow at Patricia as she stood with a bit too much excitement. A little too steady as well, considering she's drank like eight beers. "Right now?"

"Sure, why not?" Justus stood next, offering me a hand to help me up.

Blake wrapped a protective arm around me and flipped him off. "She's mine."

Pulling my head away in the speed of light, I gave him a weird look, only to have a wink returned. "I'm not yours, you weirdo."

"I claimed you."

"Ew, please shut up." That came from his own sister, and he laughed. "Let's go buy a bottle now. Hurry up."

It was a much better option when Patricia offered her hand to me instead, which I quickly took so she could help me up and pull me away from Blake. She wrapped an arm around me as she steered me out of the room with Blake and Justus in tow.

By the time we got back to the room, we had two different bottles of tequila and a pack of mini red solo cups. Along with a variety of snacks.

"I guess one wouldn't hurt," I mumbled as Justus poured tequila into my cup. "Wait what about chasers?"

Patricia snorted, "I chase my shots with water. It's better. Helps you drink more than enough water so you don't get a hangover."

"I wouldn't get one anyway, cause I'm not drinking much."

Blake pat the top of my head, earning himself a glare from me. "It's never just one shot, sugarplum."

And there were the dumb nicknames again. I was kind of enjoying hearing my name coming from his lips.

And on that note, I threw the shot back and held back a gag before I took a bug gulp from my water bottle. The taste of alcohol coated my tongue and I barely managed not to make a face. Thankfully. Because when I turned to look at everyone, they were looking at me expectantly.

"Took that like a champ," Justus nodded, looking impressed.

"That's my girl."

My face dropped. "Shut up and pour me another."

"Slow down there, tigress."

Yet Blake was already pouring me my next shot, which I threw back just as fast before chugging more of my water. When the tight feeling in my chest got replaced by a warm feeling instead, I decided I wouldn't stop at four this time.