What the actual hell. Should I move out immediately?
No. First I’d need to confront Ben. I nodded to myself, confident in my decision. I knew exactly how it would go. He’d stutter and turn red and eventually he’d admit to it.
And maybe…maybe, if I was feeling forgiving, I’d tell him it was okay. And I’d push him down on his king bed. And I’d take out that huge, thick, throbbing —
I closed my eyes, needing a moment to compose myself.
Fifteen minutes later, I was back in the apartment. Ben’s bedroom door was closed. I knocked on it.
A moment later, he opened the door. Looking past him, I saw that his laptop was open on his desk. He’d been studying.
“Hey Juliet,” he said, looking totally normal. If I hadn’t seen him, I’d never think he’d masturbated with my stolen panties.
“Hi,” I said.Alright, time to do this. “So, I have a question. It’s a bit awkward though.”
“You can ask me anything.”
God, he really looked so innocent.
“Um.” I swallowed. “I was doing my laundry earlier and realized I’m missing some underwear. They’re pink, lacy…”
Ben looked blank.
I frowned. This was the part he was supposed to turn red. “Have you seen them?” I asked.
He shook his head. “I haven’t, sorry.” He took a step back.
I stepped forward, so he couldn’t close the door on me. “Are you sure?” I asked. “Are you sure you didn’t accidentally take them?”
He blinked at me. “No, of course not. I think I’d know if I picked up pink lacy lingerie.”
“Alright,” I said, losing my patience. “Here’s the deal, Ben. I know you took them, so if you could just admit it —”
A laugh cut me off. Ben stared at me, looking completely incredulous. “Juliet, are you seriously accusing me of stealing your panties?”
“I’m not accusing you,” I said. “I know you have them. Just give them back and it’s no big deal.”
No big deal.Yeah, right. I needed to expose him as a liar.
“I don’t have them,” he said, looking at me like I was speaking nonsense. “Honestly, why would I take your panties? What would I use them for?”
“To jerk off,” I said.
There. There was the tiniest twitch in his expression. Then his face smoothed out. He stepped forward, meaning I had no choice but to stumble backwards, out of the doorway. He seemed taller than ever as he towered over me.
“Listen, Juliet. You might be pretty, but not every man is tripping over themselves to fuck you. I’m certainly not so infatuated with you that I’d stoop as low as low as stealing your underwear. You probably just misplaced them. I’d help you search for them, but I’m in the middle of finishing an assignment right now and I need to get back to it.”
With that, he closed the door in my face.
CHAPTER THREE
I spent the entire afternoon fuming.
Listen, Juliet. You might be pretty, but not every man is tripping over themselves to fuck you.
He’d made me sound completely delusional and arrogant. That’s not what I’d been trying to say at all, but he twisted my words and now I wanted to throw something in his face.
I’d make him take it back. Make him admit to stealing my panties. I’d make him a pathetic, blushing, mumbling loser.
