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Accidental Roommate By Saiyidah Rahman Characters: 14758

Updated: 2018-10-22 11:21

His mind reeling, Cameron was trying hard to process what was happening in front of him. His young teammate, barely out of college teammate, was slobbering, spreading his saliva, all over a woman he had just met, just met. His lips were travelling all over her face, kissing her lips, neck, ears. He was like a man possessed. Cameron didn't want to go there but they were just short of having sex.

"Aren't you going to stop him?"Sharon hissed from beside him. Her eyes were blazing with fury, glaring up at him and then Logan. In a daze, he wondered whether he had heard her correctly. He knew he had when her gaze returned to him but he wasn't sure what she expected of him. Was he supposed to tear them apart? Physically get between them? Pour cold water on them? Scold him like she had?

"Before I do anything, can you let me know how this happened?"he asked softly. Her eyes were on Logan so he wasn't sure if she heard him.

"I don't know where this woman came from, "she finally said, "but I saw her cosying up to the idiot when I went back. And I don't know what spell she casted or what perfume she's wearing but Logan was all over her. He did everything she said. Like order this, eat this, drink that."

"He's young. And she is very… tempting. It's not going to hurt him."

"That's where you're wrong. So wrong. The wrongest ever! For some reason, the conversation got onto the office and contract and then she wanted to see the office. And what can a poor, bewitched, na?ve boy gotta do? He's going to bring her back to the office."

"The office?"

"Yeah. Exactly." She nodded at his bewilderment. "I tried to talk some sense into him but that woman, that witch, blocked me at every turn. It was hard enough to stall him, get him in here- That is vile. I'm going blind. Blind. Please stop that."

Cameron didn't want to turn. From the way Sharon paled and looked determinedly away, it was not going to be a pretty sight. And, truth behold, it was not. A pretty sight. Burying his face under her top, Logan was passionately going at her breasts. And the woman was enjoying it, if the sounds coming out of her and her face were to be trusted.

"I don't want to go there, "he hissed in response. He was physically repulsed. Some men were into that, public, very public, displays of affection. But that was not for him. Especially since he knew Sharon- Wait, no. Why her?

"Well, you have to. I have to get back and, as much as Kathryn sucks, I don't think Matt would want one of his athletes on the front pages."

Letting out a lengthy sigh, Cameron just waved Sharon and the thought away and ran his hands down his face.

What was he going to do?


"Beer?"Cameron asked as Logan took a seat at the island. He had brought Logan back to the apartment after managing to get him away. He had had to physically separate them and his hands had never felt the same. It had taken a lot of effort, exhausting him in the process. All the way back, Logan had been silent, exactly like the sullen teenage impression he had now.

Sighing, he took two beers and joined Logan at the island. No words were spoken as the two of them took the first sip of beer. Feeling his muscles relaxing as the beer did its job, Cameron eyed Logan worriedly.

One of his worries centered on the woman who'd latched onto Logan. She had refused to leave even as Logan turned uninterested eyes on her. She had insisted on going back to the office, screaming and shrieking at their backs. She had even tried to links arms with Logan but he had turned into a docile lamb by then, pushing her away upon Cameron's words.

That was suspicious. Why would a total stranger, a woman especially, want to go to the agent's office? All the women who went after football players, or athletes in general, looked for sex, fame and partying. No one looked for the agent unless it was to be introduced to other, more famous athletes. Which he knew was not the case here because Logan had let Cameron's identity slip but the woman hadn't even batted an eye. Now he knew why Sharon had been concerned.

And the other problem was right across him. Silently chugging his beer, he looked like all the life and passion was drained out of him. It had been instantaneous, the moment their lips and bodies had parted. He hadn't said anything about nor reacted to the woman or the surrounding. It was like he was trappe

d that it needed a bit more time.

A sudden weight on her shoulders and a pair of arms appeared in front of her, coming from the back. The arms crisscrossed and something landed on the top of her head. Stiffening immediately to resemble a statue, the oven door swung close and the heat from her back burned her. Nothing was said for a couple of minutes. And then, the weight left her. The arms retracted. She was unsteady on her feet from the sudden change.

"W-what was that?"she demanded, turning around. She was further flustered when he looked unperturbed, expression unchanged. As if this was a commonplace occurrence. In fact, there was a refreshing air around him.

"I don't know. I just felt like it. And it was nice too. Wow, that really worked up an appetite. When is the lasagne going to be done?"

"W-work up a-an ap-appetite? You were barely moving, "she shouted in outrage. Now that there was some distance between them, her heart had restarted with a vengeance. It felt like it could beat out of her chest. Looking down, she was surprised there was no outline of her heart. Unable to withstand the pressure, she made an instant decision. "It just needs a couple more minutes. Take it out when the timer rings. I'm going to bed."

Ignoring him and his call, she headed to her room.

Her mind couldn't take it any longer.


Ignoring the grumbling from her stomach, Sharon trudged out of her room. Her limbs felt like lead and her eyes could barely stay open. It was a struggle to get ready for work. To be honest, she didn't want to go to work.

Well, this is what you get for skipping dinner, the ever chipper part of her admonished. Waving her hand over her head, her brows furrowed in irritation as she headed for the kitchen. It was bad enough sleeping on an empty stomach; she didn't need someone to preach to her. Even when that person was her.

Entering the kitchen and willfully ignoring the mess in the sink, she dug around the cupboards for something to eat. Her plan was to have something to tide her over till she reached the diner. This was not a day to scrimp and save. She was going to indulge herself.

"Eh, um." Hearing a noise, she peeked over the cupboard door and was surprised to see Logan seated at the island. "G-good morning."

"Good morning." She gave up on finding food, realising there was something more important. From the almost empty jug of coffee, it was clear he had been there for quite some time. His eyes were clear and he didn't appear to be suffering from a hangover. "What are you doing up so early?"

"I woke up to take a leak and couldn't fall back to sleep, "he answered meekly. As intrigued as she was, concern overshadowed that. He didn't sound at all like the Logan she knew. This was a mere shadow of the man. She wanted to ask him more questions but her stomach decided to remind her of the empty cavern that it was.

"Let's get some breakfast."

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