The Artist Things I should have done: Kept my dick in my pants. Stayed away from my adorable little roommate. Kept my mouth and hands, off of said roommate. Concentrate on my upcoming exhibition and prove my parents wrong. That’s what I SHOULD have done, but now everything is a mess and the thing I thought I wanted most in the world has been replaced by an adorable little brunette who refuses to even speak to me. The Muse Things I should not have done: Get distracted from my goals. Get close to my cocky roommate and his sexy smirk. Let his mouth and his hands anywhere near me. Be seduced from the kind of life I always wanted; quiet ordered and alone. That’s what I should NOT have done, but now everything is a mess and the things I thought I wanted most in life has been replaced by a cocky boy who shattered my heart beyond repair.
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Oh, my goodness. No. NO!”
I smile to myself as I hear Abby entering the apartment. Yep, that’s about the reaction I was expecting.
“No. No no no. What? No.” I can hear the anger swelling up in her by the tone of her voice. She must not like the changes I made to the apartment. But, seriously, who doesn’t have a television in their living room? And this place was in serious need of some natural light and some fresh air so I opened the windows and tied the heavy curtains back.
I ignore her as I continue kneading the pizza dough down.
Ok, I guess we’re up to shouting now. Best to just let her get it out. I roll out the dough on the counter and wait for her to come find me.
“COYER! I told you not to…” She stops short at the kitchen door and takes it all in. A look of complete horror on her face. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”
“Oh, my goodness.” She takes two steps inside the kitchen and looks around the room with her mouth gaping open. Her shocked eyes flit from the empty egg shells dripping yolk onto the flour covered counter, to the dirty pans in the sink, to the containers of milk and flour standing haphazardly around the kitchen. OK so the place is a bit of a mess but you can’t make a tasty meal without creating some kind of mess.
“What are y…?” I look up from where I was spreading the pesto onto the rolled out pizza base to find her eyes on my chest. “You’re naked!”
I smirk at her and look down at myself. My sweatpants are hanging low on my hips and my bare chest has a few smears of flour on it. “Hardly naked babe.” I wink at her.
A new secret author duo team up under the pseudonym, Nina Auril. They bonded over their love for ‘maybe’ bad boys, offbeat and colorful females, and a desperate need to stand out from a crowd. Having spent so much time with each other, they finally decided to collaborate and create something amazing to write the kind of stories they want to read. Nina Auril can’t be categorized, and will surprise you at every turn but promise to get your lady bits tingling every time.