Free The Arrogant Architect by LK Collins Page B

of us if he
moved on, I think it’s necessary to his happiness.
    Pulling up to my place, I give my dad a big hug and a kiss
on the cheek. “Thanks for hanging out today. Sorry again that I overslept.”
    “It’s okay sweetheart, I only want you safe and happy.”
    I hug him again and then walk up to my apartment. On the
way, the bike rack catches my eye and makes me laugh. How did things go from
sheer annoyance and hatred to so much fun and sexual tension?
    I set my stuff down and unwrap the skillet King bought me–
it really is gorgeous, probably my favorite one to date. Leaving it as is, I
hang it from my pan rack on the ceiling. I don’t think I’ll cook on it. It’s
too perfect. 
    My phone chimes with a text and immediately my adrenaline
spikes. Pulling it out of my pocket, it’s King. I want to see you.
    You just did.
    But I need more.
    Snapping a sassy pic of myself doing my best pose. I send it
to him. Please don’t start with that.
    Why?
    He sends me back a zoomed in picture and says, Nipples.
    I look at the photo and had no idea. He’s so observant. What
did you have in mind?
    Payback?
    For what?
    The disgusting lunch you made me stomach.
    Oh stop, it wasn’t that bad.
    YES IT WAS!
    Ohhh, shouty caps. Someone’s getting feisty.
    That’s it, I’m coming over and I have a key, so you can’t
stop me.
    No. You can’t barge in here like you own the place,
King.
    Yes I can, ‘cause I do.
    Don’t come here.
    I wait for his response. Who does he think he is? I just saw
him. Jesus, he’s so much to be around. I need time to process everything. I’m
not even sure if I like him or I loathe him. Flopping on my bed, still waiting
for him to answer, I decide to do a Google search for “skull fuck,” and oh my
God. It’s like the whole thing.
    Flipping through the photos, I get kinda turned on. Maybe
I’d let him do that to me? Clicking on a link for a video, the guy is so gentle
as the girl takes him deep in her throat. I’m sure my phone has now been
infected with some sort of virus…but the way he brushes her hair off the side
of her face and…“What are you watching?” King asks me, standing in the doorway
to my room. Tossing my phone aside, I fly off the bed, “You motherfucker. You
can’t come in here like that, without knocking.”
    “Why not?”
    “Because you don’t live here.” I push him backwards and he
looks over me at my bed. Glancing back, I see the video is still playing on my
phone and then a devilish grin plasters his face as he darts around me and
hurdles on top of my bed, watching the video himself.
    Jumping onto his back, I reach for my phone, but he
outstretches it in front of us. The girl is moaning and the guy is talking
dirty to her. “Would you stop?” I ask still on top of him and fighting for my
phone.
    “Would you let me do that to you?” he asks looking at me out
of the corner of his eye.
    “No. Are you nuts?” 
    “Maybe.”
    Giving up on fighting, I roll off him and lie on my back.
What the fuck are we even doing here? He locks my phone, the noise stops as the
video ceases. Then he leans over me with an arm covering my chest. I can’t
control my heart rate when I’m this close to him. His other hand touches my
lips, and I ask him, “Why do you always do that?”
    “What?” he asks, oblivious.
    “Touch my lips like that.”
    “Because they are perfect.”
    “No one’s perfect, King.”
    “Says who? You?”
    “Says everyone.”
    “Then why does the word exist if no one can hold the title?”
    “What are you a fucking poet too?”
    He smirks and says, “I like when you curse.”
    “Why?”
    “’Cause it tells me that you have a dirty side.”
    “But I don’t,” I tell him, struggling to not smile.
    “Yes, you do…we all do. You’ve gotta be with the right
person to bring it out.”
    “So what? You like to be rough and skull fuck women?”
    “Would you like that?” He touches my face and I lean into
his warmth.
    “We haven’t even