Chapter 01
“Why are you naked?“
I shrieked as I rushed into my kitchen to find Rhodes fucking Kennedy just standing there, naked as the day he was born, and drinking my coffee. My good coffee.
“I had to make sure you went to this thing today,“
he retorted. With a smirk, he added, “You did lose a bet.”
“But why are you naked?“
I repeated. The naked part didn’t bother me. Why the fuck did he feel he had to be naked and drink my coffee did. Rhodes was as gay as I was. His supposedly larger-than-average dick meant nothing to me, though he was happy to brag about it when we got drunk. His drunken go-to topics always included either his dick or how Star Wars was possible—space nerd.
“I had to do my fucking laundry,“
Rhodes said. “And I’m not paying a stupid laundromat when I have you.”
“The fact that you’ve survived this goddamn long without me is a miracle,“
I muttered as I helped myself to a large cup of coffee. After tossing and turning all night with obsessive overthinking, I slept most of the day. Coffee was a needed investment if I was going to survive the evening.
At least, that’s what I was doing, drinking coffee at six at night. I didn’t have a clue as to why Rhodes needed it.
“Is that what you’re wearing?“
he asked, pulling me out of my thoughts. His gaze raked down my outfit of a simple black t-shirt and jeans.
Three months ago, I’d lost a drunken bet with him and signed up for some stupid strangers’ photo shoot session with this woman traveling the country.
As a result, I had an unwanted date with a photographer and a stranger today—one I had to spend at least an hour getting lovey-dovey with for some ridiculous photos.
Sadie, the photographer, called it a social experiment in chemistry. I called it dumb.
The last time I did anything with chemistry was in high school, and I sucked at it.
Besides, dating of any kind wasn’t really something I wanted right now.
“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?“
I demanded.
“Nothing.“
But the face he made said otherwise. It screamed with his judgmental, internal commentary.
“Damn it, Kennedy!“
I shouted as I stormed right back to my room. Out of the two of us, he had the better fashion sense. “I hate you!”
“You’ll thank me later,“
he yelled after me. Not a chance in fucking hell.
“Get your naked ass in here, and help me find something to wear to this damn thing!”