“What the fuck?” Someone chuckles.
My head whips around to see someone standing in their doorway. Fucking hell.
“Dude, where are your clothes?”
“In there,” I grind out through gritted teeth. “And my dickhead of a roommate won’t open the door.”
“Maybe next time, bring a towel. And your clothes.”
“I did!” I shout back. “He took them.”
The dude just laughs.
“Easton?” Taylor appears at my other side. “What are you doing out here naked?”
“Taylor?” My brows furrow. “What are you doing out here, period?”
“Bennett came back from his shower, he was in a towel and needed to change, so I went to get something to drink to give him privacy. Did you forget to bring your clothes?”
“No. I didn’t. That fucker in there took them.” I grab Taylor and pull her in front of me, using her as a shield as more people start coming into the hallway.
Taylor’s eyes light up. My lips part in shock. “You are not trying to hold back a laugh right now.”
“No,” she squeaks. “I’m sorry. This is funny.”
“No, it’s not!” I growl. “I’m out here naked.”
“I mean, it’s payback for last night.” She shrugs. “Got to hand it to him.”
“Please tell me you are not being a damn traitor right now and taking his side?”
“No. I’m not. I’m on your side, always your side.” She chuckles, then reaches over to knock. “Bennett. Could you open the door, please?”
“Yeah, sure that's going to work,” I grumble.
But to my surprise, the door opens.
“Since you asked so nicely, of course.” A very smug-looking Bennett swings the door open.
“Come on.” Taylor snickers, grabbing my hand and pulling me into the bedroom.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I storm over to Bennett, getting in his face. “What the hell was that!?”
The bastard just stands his ground, arms crossed, with a smug smirk on his face. “Shouldn’t have taken my shampoo without asking.” He shrugs. “I think we’re even.” He shoves past me and leaves the room.
“Oh, like fuck we’re even!” My chest is heaving with anger.
He wants to play games? He fucked with the wrong guy. I’m a very competitive person. This isn’t over. This is far from over.
Chapter 8
Bennett
Monday morning was the last time I saw Easton this week. Awake, that is. For the last three nights, he wasn’t there when I went to bed. I thought he might have slept over at Taylor’s place after I took his clothes and locked him out of the room. But when I woke up the next morning, to go to my early workout, he was passed out in his bed.
I’m not sure where he’s been going at night, and why he comes back after I’m already asleep, but it’s none of my business. He hasn’t been waking me up, so that’s what matters. He’s free to do what he wants.
As long as it’s not having Taylor over and fucking her in the bed again, when I’m five feet away. I still can’t believe he did that.
