“Damn, somebody must have PMS today,” says Dee with a smile on his face.
“This isn’t a game, asshole. I draw the line at messing with my GPA.”
“Oh, that physics project was due today, wasn’t it?” asks Nix with mock innocence.
I raise my hand to slap him across the face, but he catches it in midair. He pulls me close until our noses touch.
“You don’t want to do that,” he says angrily, his breath brushing across my face.
I snatch my hand away. “That bastard has gone too far this time. I’m going to his house right now.”
“His room is the third one on the left,” says Dee, causing Nix to give him a sharp look.
I walk away. I’m a ticking time bomb right now.
I hear Nix ask. “Why did you tell her that?”
Dee replies, “I’m tired of the whiplash happening between them. This shit needs to be settled once and for all. Don’t call Mav. He made his bed so let him lie in it.”
Dee is right about one thing; this thing between Maverick and I will be settled today.
A short Mexican woman answers the door when I arrive at Maverick’s house.
“Hello, how may I help you?” she asks in a strong Mexican accent.
She looks miserable.
“Hello, I need to speak with Maverick.”
“He’s not available.”
“Please, it’s really important.”
“I’m sorry.”
“No, I’m sorry,” I say, pushing by her into the foyer.
I run up the stairs, stumbling a few times in my quest to get to his room quickly because the Mexican woman is right behind me. I open the door to the third room on the left, stepping inside then slam it shut before locking it to prevent the housekeeper from coming in. Maverick turns from his side to face the door. He sits up when he spots me. The housekeeper is banging on the door. As he gets up from the bed, the blanket covering his body slips to the floor.
He’s naked.
A naked Maverick is a glorious thing to behold. His sleep-ruffled hair adds to his sexiness. Veins are visible along his thick, muscular arms and his broad chest, which is well-developed and tapers down to hard, sexy-as-fuck abs. My gaze moves lower, to his to die for V-line, leading to his well-endowed penis nestled in dark brown pubic hair.
I swallow hard as he slowly walks to me. His dick rubs against my lower stomach as he reaches over to unlock and crack the door open. There’s an ache between my legs now. My body and common sense are at war with each other.
“It’s fine Maria, go back downstairs.”
He closes the door and then locks it again. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“You didn’t show up at school today. You know the project is due, asshole. Ten-percent will be deducted from the final grade because of you. You better be in school tomorrow. I’m not failing physics because of you.”
“Oh, I know why you came here today. You want my dick between your legs.”
“Excuse me? This isn’t a game, you sick pervert. Why weren’t you in school today? You look fine to me,” I yell, mad because his words hold some truth.
“I didn’t feel like going to school today,” he says nonchalantly, and I lose it.
I start punching him in the chest and stomach.
