Page 11 of Sweet Shots

Chapter Five

Mikah

The grin on his face annoys me. Though I got caught up in the tasty food, because I eat trash all day, I can’t lose myself again. I don’t like this guy. He’s arrogant, full of himself, thinks he’s better than me, and is disrespectful as hell. The fact he’s charming only makes him dangerous because if I’m not careful, I’ll start being nice again, and that’s not why I’m here. I’m here for one reason and one reason only. Fuck his food. He probably didn’t even make it.

“On second thought,” he says, getting up. “Before we get into this, because it certainly will not be a five-minute conversation, let’s move somewhere more comfortable.”

He leaves the room, not giving me an opportunity to argue. Asshole. I’m learning his tricks already. I need to be on top of him if I want to get the upper hand. He likes taking control of situations, that much is clear. Not only in his videos, but in everyday life, too.

I follow him into the living room, stopping when I see his couch. That’s the exact couch in all of his videos. Looking around the room, I notice everything else looks familiar, too.

This guy shoots all his videos in his own living room?

That must be why all those people come and go… and here I was thinking he was a drug dealer. I mean, he still could be, and this revelation changes nothing. In fact, it makes me hate him more.

Who the fuck has a sex couch right in the middle of their living room for guests to sit on? Gross.

“Something wrong?” he asks as he drops onto the couch, his legs spread and leaning back the same way he does at the start of most of his videos.

I may have watched one… or a few. Like five, maybe. Okay, it was eleven. I watched eleven of his videos. Jeez. It was for research purposes.

“I’ll… just stand,” I say.

“Nonsense. Sit down,” he says, slapping the spot beside him.

“No thanks.”

His eyes narrow, and then he grins. “You know who I am,” he says. “That’s why you hate me so much.”

“No, I hated you before I knew who you were.”

He throws his head back and laughs, showing off a way too sexy throat. “This is perfect. So fucking perfect. Okay, fine. Let’s go out back.”

I follow him toward the back door and into the backyard, where he has a fire pit set up with a few wicker couches around it. Of course I’ve seen it before—out my back door.

“Do you enjoy having people unknowingly sit all over your cum-stained couch?” I ask. “Does that get you off?”

He laughs again. “My couch is not stained with cum. I clean it thoroughly after every use.”

“Why not use a studio?”

“Because I don’t want to pay for a studio. I like doing things my way, in my own house.”

Guess I can’t blame him there, since I do the same. He takes a seat in one of the wicker chairs.

“Well, maybe you should get a bigger house with a spare room.” I sit in the chair across from him. “One that is across the country, maybe. I hear Maine is beautiful this time of year.”

“Maybe you should stop telling me how to live my life, neighbor,” he snarks back.

“My name is Mikah,” I say.

“Okay, and? Not going to stop calling you neighbor.”

“Whatever,” I mutter. I wish I would have blurted all this out the first time I came to his house instead of allowing him to make a thing out of it. I wouldn’t be here right now, and I really don’t want to be here right now.

“So, let’s go then. Tell me your plan,” he says impatiently. I don’t think there is a more annoying person on this planet than him.

I sigh, knowing I need to get it over with. I’m not shy about what I do for work, and I’ve never had an issue asking someone to do a video with me. I’m confident in who I am and what I do. So why is it different with this guy? Obviously it’s because I hate him. It has nothing to do with how attractive he is, because why wouldthatmatter? I see hot guys all the time.

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