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Puh-leez

I crashed at Connor's apartment..
Well, mansion more like..
When we rolled into the driveway, I saw a Ferrari and a Merc..
Connor himself had a sports car, so that explained heaps..
His dad was in the living room, smoking a ciggie in front of a rambling tele..
Nice..
By 'tele' I meant an 84 inch screen..
Bugger took up half the space of the living room..
The mansion was situated on a hilltop, so behind the television was the view of a friggin ocean..
Every. Fucking. Goldigger's. Dream..
Amen..
Anyway, I walked up behing the ginormous recliner seat, to go and introduce myself.
"Hello Mr. Marksen, I'm Tess Rowling."
"Pleasure young lady.."
"Pleasure's all mine."
His dad was built like a quarterback, all muscle..
Through his office shirt there were very evident outlines of abs..
At this age of 39, his dad looked dashing..
With a shabby stubble of a 6'o clock stubble.
I could pinpoint where Con got his body from..
The arm muscle bulge hadn't gone unnoticed in that firm handshake..
His dad had green eyes as well, with a narrow nose..
He had mousse coloured hair, pretty rare to find..
"Please, take a seat!"
I nodded and settled into the sofa, admiring the entire infrastructure..
The coffee table had various father son bonding moments captured..
But only one had a complete set of people standing in the Malibu sun, squinting at the camera and making funny faces..
Let me be the first one to say that Connor's mum was breathtaking, a jawbreaker and the ideal match for his dad..
But she didn't radiate a motherly feeling at all..
She looked very stern and all into keeping only herself on top...
Only her lips and jawline were similar with Connor's..
"So, what would you like to have dah-ling?"
His dad asked, his mouth smelling of rich cigars and a little bit of alcohol..
I almost reeled away, but I surely controlled myself..
His dad looked dashing, admitted..
And very gentlemanly as well..
But he sounded and looked a bit disturbed.
Like he lost sleep..
And somehow, somewhere I could relate there..
"No thank you, I just came for a bed, I guess.." I chuckled, at the bad pun..
"It's alright pumpkin, we got ev'rrythin around des parts!"
Connor was starting to tense beside me, I could feel his muscles go rigid..
Suddenly, I wished I had gone to Laura's place instead, I mean, what had I been thinking?!!
"Dad, I'll take Tess to her room now.."
"But-"
"Wasn't a question dad.."
"Her food.. She can't starve, Connor."
"I'll get her somethin'"
"Alright, be good..I'll be nodding off at any time, so just leave my bedroom lights on."
"Sure thing."
"Good night young lady, Connor."
"Ditto dad"
"Mr.Marksen." I nodded my head and walked off towards a twisting stairwell that led upstairs..
The corridor split in three directons..
Connor's room
His dad's
And this one extra room.
Oh, and another one, tucked at the back..
"Who's in that ro-"
"Nobody.."
That answer was quick.
I decided not to dig further..
Alright..
We continued along a winding corridor, apparently the house wasn't that small or cosy, it was freaking winding, no wonder people around here are so fucking fit..
My legs felt muscley all over by the time we reached Connor's room.
When he opened the door I was pretty shocked.
Judging by the interiors of the other parts of the house, his room was pretty normal..
It had a wide queen sized bed, with a surfboard hung in the corner and a wide city view..
His study desk was stowed away in a fold away cabinet, right next to his panaromic window..
He had a walk in closet with an en-suite bathroom..
His 'walk in' closet had suits and tuxs.. Classy ones and casual ones.. Each one enhancing different types of muscles...
One rack was dedicated only to sports shoes and the others had polo shirts and the other casual wear to be worn to school..
His family looked and sounded extremely sophisticated and fashionable in a none gay way..
Which was pleasing...
"My room.."
"I noticed."
I smirked at him.
"Where do I sleep?"
"I have a foldable extra slate of wood for 'another person'..
But I'm betting you would want the partition.. Down?"
He waggled his eyebrow suggestively, as I started singing..
"Drive roll up the partition please..
I don't want you to be creeepy,
Took forty five minutes to get all dressed up..
School's tomorrow, but you dont give a fuck.."
"But I wanna fuck."
He finished in the same tune..
I laughed before swatting him..
"Hey hey hey, I'm the host here, just laying out the options.."
"Well, whatever.."
I giggled and started heading to the bathroom..
"Anything I can brush my teeth with?"
"Uhm, yeh there are some spare toothbrushes in."
"Cheers."
I headed in, brushed my teeth and took a long hot bath, only once interuppted by a sniveling Connor who kept whining that he wanted to 'badly' take a bath as well..
As I wrapped the towel around me and gingerly stepped out, I almost tripped on the rug, before an arm wound itself around my torso and held me tight..
"Woah.."
Connor's eyes had gone bug eyes wide, as the precipitation off the bathroom made the water drip off my body..
I started feeling a bit hot around my cheeks, that being the only visible thing that got hot..
"Uhmmm.."
Connor pupil's had dilated, but, he slowly released, taking a humongous gulp of air..
"Uhh, yep, I need a cold, cold shower.."
He breathed before wincing at talking out loud..
I nodded, slowly walking away..
"Do you have any clothes that I could wear?"
"Uhhhh...uhmmm... Huh?"
His eyes started raking my entire body, going slow over the legs..
Extra slow..
"I can't do this.."
He was excersicing massive constraint..
"Uhh, yeh.."
"Just. Just borrow some of my clothes.."
"Yeh sure.."
The player was slowly changing I
guess..
He would literally be jumping on me otherwise..
Impressive...
I quickly found a decent shirt and pants, which oddly looked girly..
Oh shit, is this where he fucked girls?
Gross.
And to think I had been impressed..
I quickly dressed and started drying my hair clean when he stepped out in nothing but a towel around his waist, as fog followed him out..
The scene literally looked like some retarded cologne commercial where the dumbass-but-good-looking model with killer abs steps out and winks at the camera with a smoke machine working behind him to give the " just showered no makeup,
#nofilter.." look..
His eyes widened and then narrowed..
I was thinking perhaps he thought I would be out of the room by now and that it was rude to invade his privacy, but he was squinting at my outfit..
"Where'd you get that?"
"Uhh, from your closet?"
Sorry folks, but haven't exercised constraint so my eyes just started wandering on their own accord..
You couldn't blame me..
This dude had a body unlike somethin' else so what could I do?!
"I told youto put on some of MY clothes Tess!"
"What's wrong with this?"
He exhaled so forcefully that it looked like smoke might come out.
But I heard him mutter..
This is exactly why I don't like clingy and questioning bitches in my room..
I was confused now..
And pissed..
"Alright then, if you find my being here 'clingy' then it's best if I leave..this is what I've been repeating since day one!"
I huffed and pulled the shirt over my head, rather recklessly so that it popped a button..
I could feel the blood on Connor's face boil..
Why?
Why did this shirt mean so much to him?
Was he secretly gay?!
I reached for my damp clothes..
Slipped them on and walked out..
I wasn't handling boy shit.. That ship has already sailed my friend...