Jason and I discussed the implications of the move. I’m trying to ignore my attraction to my new roommate, and I know staying just friends won’t be easy. Even though Jason is glad I moved on, it was fun to be his roommate again. It reminded me of our college days, but he is married and having a baby soon. Jason’s life is on the verge of a transformation, and I won’t interfere with his future.
I follow him back down the stairs to continue bringing in the rest of the furniture.
A few minutes later, as I’m setting up my bedroom for my new mattress, there’s a loud knock on the door.
“Coming!” I shout as I make my way across the apartment and down the spiral staircase. Jason had just left. Thinking he had forgotten his phone or something, I yank open the door with a mocking smile on my face.
Only, it isn’t Jason standing in the doorway, but a face I’ve come to loathe.
Logan.
I cross my arms across my bare chest and lean against the doorway.
“Can I help you?” My tone is mocking. I know why he’s here, but it doesn’t mean I have to make things easy for the spineless prick.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Logan’s face reddens, his tone one of both shock and anger.
It looks like Emily didn’t tell her loser ex-boyfriend who her new roommate was. I feel a genuine smile spread across my face.
“I live here.”
“You live here?” His screech grates on my nerves.
“Yeah. What do you want?” I cock my eyebrow at him, wanting to get him off my property before Emily gets back.
Logan sputters for a moment before he regains his composure and gestures to his truck. I eye the large dresser on the back of it.
“Emily asked me to bring her dresser. Is she here?”
Logan’s hopeful words at seeing Emily ignited a fire of rage inside of me as I recalled the way Logan had dumped her. Frustration burned as I clenched my fists against my chest, my arms and shoulders tensing, desperate to punch Logan. Loganwas unworthy of sharing Emily’s space, much less breathing the same air.
“No.”
“I thought she would be here.” His look of dejection pleased me.
“Sorry to disappoint. You can bring it upstairs.”
I leave the door propped open as I make my way back up the stairs. I wasn’t about to lift a finger to help the douchebag.
“Are you serious?” Logan yells at my retreating back.
A few minutes later, I hear the sound of two male voices. Looks like Logan called in for some help. I walk out into the living room to supervise as they bring in the dresser.
Taking a swig of my water, I gesture for the bumbling duo to bring the dresser into Emily’s room. It sets me on edge seeing Logan in Emily’s private space, but I will not make his life easier. No, the asshole deserves far worse than what is happening.
I chuckle at the sweat dripping down their faces as I lean casually against the wall. Crossing my arms as I direct them where to put the piece of furniture. Finally, when the dresser is where Emily requested, Logan and his buddy head toward the door to leave.
I’m hot on his tail when he stops at the top of the stairs.
“Joe, thanks for the help, man. I’ll catch you later.” Joe turns around and gives Logan a nod before disappearing down the stairs.
Facing me, Logan puffs out his chest, attempting to make himself seem bigger. I fight back a laugh as his attempt at intimidation falls completely flat.
“I don’t know what your game is, but you better watch it,” Logan spits his words out through clenched teeth.
Game? A moment of confusion gives way to clarity as I suddenly understand Logan’s conclusions of the situation. Hisexpression says it all. Though it is the wrong conclusion, I wanted to fuck with the dipshit.
“Your loss, my gain.”
