Big Daddy SEAL by Mickey Miller & Jackson Kane

Author:Mickey Miller & Jackson Kane [Miller, Mickey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-12-24T18:30:00+00:00

Two

Amy

Another week went by, but I didn’t see much of Chandler, especially over the weekend. His classes were also completely different from mine so I never saw him on campus either. I wasn’t sure when he went to class because he seemed to sleep late every morning, and I was out the door before he’d get back. Then he’d arrive late in the night back to Doña Maria’s apartment when I was trying to sleep.

And, I’d successfully Googled the phrase that I’d been wondering about. Ya tiene muchas chicas meant Chandler already has a lot of girls. I wasn’t sure if she meant friends, or girlfriends, or something in between. It was hard to say. But tonight, judging by the screams I was hearing in his room, he’d brought one of his girlfriends home.

Again.

In the corner screen I stole a glance at myself. My long brown hair and brown eyes didn’t look too shabby, if I did say so myself. And I wouldn’t put myself in the “flashy” category, but I had thrown on some eye shadow tonight because I felt like it. I thought I looked damn good.

Scott, my boyfriend, hadn’t mentioned anything yet, though. I always wondered if he really thought I was pretty.

“What’s that noise in the background?” Scott asked me via Skype, his face scrunching up. I stared into my computer’s web cam while I sat on the bed of my tiny room. Behind Scott, I could see into his dark bedroom. It was almost 11 p.m. here, which made it about 4 p.m. for Scott back in Chicago.

Nevertheless, for the past half hour, we’d been trying to Skype while hearing constant banging on the headboard, moaning, and growling in the room next to me. Chandler’s room. Him and one of his chicas.

“It’s my freaking host brother.” He’d only been back for a week, and I was already getting frustrated by his nightly ritual of bringing a woman home. For once, my boyfriend Scott and I agreed on something: Chandler’s behavior was ridiculous. “He’s been having sex for…oh, I don’t know, the last hour? I always hear a lull, I think it’s going to stop, and then it just starts back up again.”

Scott shook his head. “Who the hell is this guy? I mean, who has sex for that long? It’s really distracting.”

Scott had no idea just how much. I decided not to tell him about the morning sessions. And, sometimes, the afternoon sessions. “His name is Chandler. He plays basketball at the University of North Carolina,” I told him, pausing at a particularly loud bang. I eyed Scott. “Honestly, I met him the first morning about a week ago and since then I haven’t even seen him. He gets up late, goes to basketball practice, then goes out after, and brings a friend home almost every night.”

“That’s gross. He should really get a room.”

“Well, um, he kind of has a room,” I pointed out, a little surprised that I was defending Chandler. “But yeah, it’s annoying for me.

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