Mistakenly Married

The moans and groans grow louder as I approach the door. I stand there for a second, wishing that my ears are deceiving me. They're not. Realty slaps me in the face as the door swings open. His head is between her thighs and her fingers tug at his dark brown hair like she's holding on for her dear life.

"What-the-fuck, Jason!" I exclaim and he raises his head slowly to find me. I should be looking away but strangely, I can't.

"Welcome back, little trouble" He says casually, like I didn't just notice an anatomical display on shared property.

"Not on the fucking kitchen counter" I groan "Don't you have any conscience?" My eyes dart between him, now on his feet, and the petite blonde. She scrambles off the marble, trying to gather her underwear like it could magically reattach herself if she finds it fast enough.

"Conscience? You weren't supposed to be home this early" he shrugs. I try not to stare too hard at his well-defined torso now soaked in sweat.

"I live here" I walk over to the fridge and grab some juice. "So you just stay home all day and...entertain?"

"It's not like I plan it" He runs his fingers in his raffled hair like he's posing for a camera only him can see. "It just happens''

Of course it does. Women just fall from the sky and land on MY kitchen counter at three in the fucking afternoon! The blonde finally gathers her dignity and her purse. She avoids eye contact as she slips past me.

"Sorry" She mutters and I nod stiffly.

The door closes almost immediately and I sigh.

Jason leans back against the counter like nothing in the universe is remotely wrong. He is too calm for my liking.

"You know, unless you want a threesome, you could knock next time" He says lazily.

I let out a short incredulous laugh.

"I could knock? On my own apartment?"

"Our apartment" He corrects and I scoff.

"You could at least warn me" I feel my chest tighten slightly as I walk in the direction of the sink to wash my hands aggressively. I can feel his eyes on me even with my back turned. His quiet, assessing gaze.

"Are you jealous, little trouble? He smirks as I turn to face him

Of course not. I just hate that I noticed his muscles flexed when he moved. I hate that he's attractive enough to get away with all this. Most of all, I hate that he knows he's attractive.

"Of what?" I chuckle

He pushes off the counter and steps closer.

"You look mad"

"I am mad" I raise my voice slightly as I turn away and walk towards my room.

"Why?" he presses, following closely behind me

Because you are reckless. Because you are infuriating. Because you make it hard to breathe when you stand too close.

"I like clean surfaces. I'll be disinfecting that counter myself." I reply flatly.

I drop my bag on my desk and make a mental note to call the agency. Maybe I could request a new roommate. One who absolutely doesn't turn shared spaces into adult cinema sets.

"You wish you were on that counter, little trouble" His voice disrupts my thoughts and I turn slowly.

"For what? So I could fake moans and orgasms? No thanks"

His eyebrows lift and that teasing look disappears. He narrows his eyes then walks towards the door. I hear the click of the lock echo in the room before he turns. He moves toward me slowly. His eyes are so focused on me that it's slightly intimidating. My feet retreat until my back hits the wall. Then, he presses his hand against the wall, beside my head to cage me in. He's too close. Way too close. I can feel the heat radiate from his tall, masculine body as he allows his eyes to pierce mine.

"Why don't we find out" he murmurs, voice low ''Just how fake those orgasms can be?"

I feel a flush of red spread across my cheeks. How dare he assume that I would want anything to do with him? The audacity!