My Brothers Best friend (REWRITTING)

2|She has the laugh of an angel, and the smile of the devil

Adrien

I patted down my tight, red dress as I knocked on the door awaiting for Jack. The past few days have been surprisingly normal, but I wasn't too eager to tell my boyfriend about the new roommate. I smiled, as the door opened and Jack's beautiful green eyes met mine. He looked me up and down, and I frowned at the look on his face. 

"You look great, but were not going out no need to dress up." 

I sucked in air, refraining from any sarcastic comment. I liked dressing up, and damn I looked good. No man should be complaining when a lady is standing outside your door in a tight, dangerously short dress. 

It wasn't to my surprise when Jack also informed me he forgot to make dinner. "The takeout is fine," I sighed looking at the boxes of Chinese food that laid on his table.

I took my heels off and plopped myself on the couch scrolling through Netflix for a movie. My eyes finally landed on a perfect one, as jack sat down next to me swinging his muscular arm around my neck. I loved those arms... those perfect quarterback arms got me every time. 

"Babe I know you like all your violent movies, but  are you sure about this one?" He questioned as I started the movie. 

I assured him he'll be fine, throwing a blanket over our lap. Over the year binge watching movies seemed to be our usual Friday night date. It was simple, and easy just like Jack. He had never really been the adventurous type, although apart of me wishes for more. 

A little danger, a little mystery. 

Thirty minutes into the movie, and I  was using my hands to cover jack's eyes as my eyes scanned the tv with excitement. "How can you watch this?" He murmured in disgust.  

I couldn't answer that question, I mean was it normal for a girl to watch guts being spilled,  people getting tortured, and like it? I spent more time watching action movies then I did romance. After a while you realize maybe the villain has a point, I mean the power it takes to have so many fear you, must feel incredible. 

I looked over at jack he had messy honey blond hair, which was thick and Lustrous. His eyes were a beautiful green, and his face was strong and defined. He was squinting with his eyes closed, and shaking his head in disapproval. I smirked, I liked seeing him like that it made me want to kiss him. 

My lips brushed his softly and he locked his lips between mine, I gently bit the bottom of his lip as he groaned. "A little rough there babe." 

I darkened my eyes, I was being gentle. "Sorry." I grinned against his lips. I straddled myself on top of him, as the sounds of screams from the tv filled the room. I moved my hips back and fourth on his groin, as a grunt escaped his lips. Our kissing was slow and soft, he was always so gentle as if he was afraid to hurt me. Sometimes I have fantasies of  him pinning me against the wall and fucking me like it was the last thing he ever did. 

Cries of mercy went off in the background, I slipped my dress up exposing my lace panties. I kissed him rougher, the screams filled my ears. 

"Im-im sorry I can't." I looked at him confused as to why he was resisting me. 

"I jus-are you getting off on this?" He pointed to the tv, "I mean theres people getting murder, and you want to fuck." 

I stared at him blankly. God what does a girl got to do around here to get her needs met? I grabbed the little black remote and turned the movie off. "Im going to go." I tell him slipping on my heels, I loved jack but sometimes he just needs to know when to shut up and fuck me.

He insisted I'd stay, but the night was already ruined. I ended our date by giving him a kiss on the cheek it wasn't what I had planned but the night had other intentions.