She had no idea how she got mixed into this shit. No, scratch that, she knew EXACTLY how she got into this shit but the blame shouldn't fully be on her.
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Roxanne's and his eyes and phone vibrated, indicating either a phone call or a text. She reached over from her bed and answered it. She sighed.
"What are you doing?" the text asked.
Roxanne rolled her eyes, he only wanted asked because he wanted something. He only called when he wanted something.
"I'm sitting, bored, in my room."
"Why are you bored?"
"Because my obnoxious roommates are throwing a party and they're loud as fuck. I just wanna go to sleep."
Jarrett waited a while before texting back.
"You can sleep over here :-)"
She scoffed.
"I'm not walking all the way over there," she text back.
"Come on...I'll make it worth your while ;-)"
She could hear his voice in the text, so slender and smooth but sinister at the same time. She liked that the most about him. She was at his apartment door within minutes.
"Took you long enough."
Jarrett smiled a wicked smile. Roxanne rolled her eyes.
"I'm just here to go to bed."
"I'll put you to bed all right," he smirked.
She paid him no attention. He always played around with his sexual advantages but he'd never try anything with her, or so she thought. She noticed the apartment was barer than usual, more peaceful.
"My roommates are out tonight," he said as if he was reading her mind.
"You didn't wanna go out?"
"Nope, I wanted to sleep," he smirked.
Jarrett was the type of guy that every girl fell for; typical blonde hair, blue eyes, suave personality, and a killer body. He was also an asshole. Roxanne wasn't the type that he'd normally hang out with but she was the coolest black girl that he knew when she wasn't being a smartass or a total bitch. That and she's sexy as hell. Everything from her bold brown eyes, her full black lips, and her incredibly large breasts, thick hips...he could go on and on. It was a problem. He'd have to fold his arms while they talked to avoid touching himself or touching her. He didn't give a fuck either way.
"How long have your roommates been partying?" he asked considerately.
Roxanne shrugged.
"I don't know, they were partying since before I got home and that was five hours ago."
"You wanna go to my room?"
Roxanne glared at him.
"I won't try anything," he said. Unless you let me, he thought.
They got comfortable in his bed. It wasn't the first time, they'd been close for months and when she didn't want to deal with her crazy roommates she stayed over. He was a gentleman, well as much of a gentleman as he could be with a girl in his bed. Sometimes she'd catch herself staring at his sculpted body when they talked. He never wore shirt in the house. He did that on purpose. Occasionally he'd pull her closer, like now, and wrap his arms around her. She didn't seem to mind.
"Are you wearing boy shorts?" he asked as he peered under the sheets.
She didn't answer him.