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Though, these romance books make it seem like it’s totally okay to fall for your stepbrother.
Liars.
Wonder how that dinner conversation would go over?
Hey, Mom, so Xayden and I have been fucking each other. Yeah, that wouldn’t go over well at all.
But at least I never have to have that conversation, because Xayden’s a dick. An asshole. Someone who I would have been better never knowing.
Thanks, Mom.
My eyes drift to the laundry basket, and I let out a sigh, remembering that I have to go move my stuff into the dryer.
Grabbing my ID card and a dryer sheet, I head out of the room and down the hall over to the laundry facility.
Once there, I grab my stuff and throw it into the dryer, tossing in the dryer sheet.
My stomach rumbles, reminding me that I still have not had anything to eat. Hopefully, my pizza isn’t too fucked up from the fall.
As I make my way back into my room, I grab the pizza box out of the bag on my desk and bring it to my bed. Plopping down on the mattress, I open the box and see that the cheese and toppings have slid right off the pizza. Of course they did. Whatever, I’ll still eat it.
Getting up, I go grab a fork and a bottle of water out of the refrigerator. Then I sit back down and start picking at the toppings. The minute the gooey cheese and spicy sausage hit my tongue, I close my eyes and groan.
Food. I so needed this food. I pick up the now cheese-less crust and take a bite into the soft dough. The undercarriage of the slice has a bit of crispness to it, and oh my God, it’s so good.
I finish off the food, then settle back into my bed and pick up my Kindle. I still have an hour until my clothes are finished.
Might as well get some reading done.
Well, the fun kind.Churchis way better than any of my schoolbooks.
And a lot spicier, too.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The banging against my door has me jolting up from where I apparently fell asleep in my bed. I scramble out of bed and rush to the door, yanking it open to see my RA, Trisha, standing there.
“There has been a bit of a situation.” She looks down the hall with a grimace.
“What’s going on?” I look in the same direction as she is, furrowing my brows as I try to see what she’s talking about.
“I need to go door to door and ask if you were doing laundry on this floor.”
I scrunch my face in confusion and then realize I left my clothes in there, and God knows what time it is. “Yeah, shit, I was. I had some stuff in the dryer. I apologize, I will go get it. I fell asleep. Didn’t mean to cause any problems with anyone else needing to do any.”
“You are going to want to come with me.” She turns on her heels and walks away from my door. I grab my ID off my desk and my basket. Quickly, I run down the hall to try to catch up to her.
But a smell assaults my nose the closer we get to the laundry facility. Placing my fingers over my nose, I try to keep the stench from breaching my nostrils.
Because, holy fuck, I’m doing all I can to keep from gagging.
“What the fuck is that smell?” I ask Trisha, aghast.
“Your clothes,” she says as she coughs.
“What the hell do you mean?” I cover my mouth as my stomach turns.
She spins and faces me. “You tell me. Your clothes were in the dryer on the right, correct?” I nod, biting my lip. “That smell, it’s coming from that dryer.”