Page 52 of Hooked On Him
When Levi texted me last night inquiring about the room, I was fucking thrilled. My plan worked; he called, and he wants the room.
Only, will he still want it when he sees it’s mine?
I’m playing with fire, and I really hope I don’t get burned. But if I do, it’s my own fault.
A part of me feels like an asshole for all the little white lies and schemes I’ve been doing, but my delusional brain has convinced me that it’s not that bad.
It’s all in the good of making Levi mine. Officially.
Ugh. If my therapist knew what I was up to, she’d be so pissed. Good thing I haven’t told her... yet.
A few people called the number, and I had to turn them down, saying the room was already taken. I was getting ready to go to sleep, hoping he would see the flyer the next day, but I was wired. He didn’t text me back all day, and my needy ass was checking my phone every few minutes for either a response to the texts I was sending him or for him to call or text me about the apartment on my other phone.
It was around three in the morning when my brain started to shut up enough to let me start to drift off to sleep.
Then I got not one, but two text messages back to back. One from Levi letting me know he wasn’t going to be able to make coffee. And another on my other phone asking about the apartment.
My dumb ass was grinning like a fool. It took everything in me not to respond to both of the texts, but it would be kind of suspicious to get two responses at three in the morning.
So, I waited until I woke up. The first thing I did was wish Levi a good morning and hope he had a good day, understanding his need to miss our morning coffee meetings. Then I had to let him know I was going to have to miss lunch. I told him I had an appointment, but what I really needed to do was spend the day moving things around my apartment and going to get the furniture he would need for his room, like I had listed on the flyer. Another lie. God, I'm gonna go to hell, aren't I?
Wanting to space out the messages, I showered and made myself something to eat before grabbing my other phone and texting Levi back. I told him the place was still available, and if he wanted to come by this evening to see the place, he could.
I didn’t realize how desperate he was to get a place, because he told me that if it was alright with me, he would just move in tonight. He didn’t want to see the place beforehand. Didn’t want to even meet the guy he was supposed to be rooming with.
I didn’t put my name down on the flyer, so as far as he knows, I’m a stranger.
Part of me wants to spank his ass for being so irresponsible about his safety. Hell, I could be a serial killer for all he knew!
I mean, I'm not. Just a very obsessed, slightly needy man who’s head over heels for his best friend's little brother. Nothing to be concerned about at all.
Now, I’m in the middle of Walmart, grabbing everything he might need for his room. I’m trying not to go overboard and spoil him, but I want him to be as comfortable as he can be.
I also don’t want it to seem like I was shopping for him specifically. So, I went to the mattress place and got a bed set. Something basic but still nice. Although I did spring for thememory foam mattress. I have one, and it’s like sleeping on a cloud.
Then I came to Walmart for a dresser, some bedside tables, a lamp, and some other room accessories like a basic black comforter set, a trash can, and a little simple desk he could do work on.
Listen, after he moves in, if he voices any of his needs, I will be out to the store within the hour to get him whatever he wants.
I have money and I want to spoil that man like a king. And when he’s officially mine, I plan on it. Hopefully, he doesn’t argue with me too much about it.
Packing everything in my car wasn’t an option, so I dished out a hefty amount for same-day delivery.
While I was waiting for things to get here, I’ve been cleaning out the spare room, moving all my gaming equipment from the spare room, now formally my gaming room, to my living room. Thankfully, my place is big enough to get everything in my living room without it looking too crowded.
I might hate my father, but I have no issues spending the bastard’s money. And it pays for a pretty nice place.
I’m just getting the last of the things out of the spare room and into the living room when my buzzer rings. Shit, it’s too early, Levi can’t be here yet.
Racing to the intercom, I press the talk button. “Hello?”
“This is Leo, I’m delivering your order from Walmart.”
“Oh, shit, yeah, come on in.” I buzz the man up and let them bring everything in. Once they leave, I move everything into the room and spend the next few hours setting up.
“Fuck.” I groan, stretching out my back once I’m done. “I’m starving.”
Looking at my phone, I see there’s about an hour before Levi is supposed to be here. That should be enough time to order something and have it be here by the time he gets here.
