Flatmates With Benefits

Chapter two: The temporary roommate

Mia woke up to loud music blaring through the apartment, jolting her out of sleep. She frowned, checking her phone. It was eight in the morning, and he was blasting music like he lived alone.

“Unbelievable,” she muttered, dragging herself up. She threw a robe over her nightie and stalked toward the kitchen with the rage of someone who was woken up against her will.

The smell of butter and coffee hit her before she reached the doorway. Adrian stood at the stove in only sweatpants again, moving to the beat of whatever was playing while flipping pancakes in a pan in front of him.

“Good morning, Munchkin,” Adrian greeted her when he saw her at the entrance. “Did you sleep well?”

She grimaced at his perky voice because no one is that cheerful in the morning .“Do you know what time it is?” She asked, raising her voice over the speaker.

He reached over and reduced the volume, his eyes flickering over her before settling back on her face.

He laughed as he plated the pancake. “It's eight, and it is not even that early. “Pancakes, if you want some. Fair warning, it might be the best pancake you have ever eaten”.

He looked up before he spoke. “I don't actually know your name, we should have covered that before the whole shouting at an agency thing.”

“Amelia Carter. Mia,” she said, crossing her arms when noticing her robe had come open slightly at the front.

“Adrian Vale”. He held out his hand for a handshake like he had done the night before, but this time she shook it.

“Nice to officially meet you, Mia Carter."

“Wish I could say the same,” she asked, but it didn't come out as sharp as she wanted and from his grin, he noticed.

“So,” he started as he flipped another pancake, glancing at her. “What are you studying?”

“Journalism. Junior year, you?”

“Journalism,” he repeated the word slowly, an unreadable expression flickering across his face before it went back to normal. “Interesting choice."

“You'd be surprised how interesting it is." She crossed her arms again. “You?”

“Business. Also, a junior.” He answered nonchalantly, like it didn't matter. “Mostly because you don't need much of a personality to get through it.”

“That explains a lot actually”.

“Careful." His mouth twitched. “I'm making you breakfast.”

She turned to the coffee marker to give her hands something to do. Reaching for a mug, her robe shifted, and she caught him looking at her ass before his eyes returned to hers. He didn't look embarrassed that he was caught staring at her ass. Heat rushed up her face when she realized that her robe had come loose, showing how little she had underneath the robe she had on.

“You could've mentioned I was underdressed,” she said, yanking the fabric shut and tying it tighter.

“I could've. I'm sorry”. He didn't sound sorry at all. If anything, he sounded like he was doing her a favor by staying quiet about it.

“But I didn't want to.”

Adrian," That's not a normal thing to say."

“Mia, you asked,” he said as he placed the last pancake on the stack. He was acting too casual for the conversation they were having. “I figured being honest was better than pretending I didn't notice."

“There’s nothing to notice."

“Sure,” he said, rolling his eyes. Dragging his gaze over her. “If you say so."

The kitchen suddenly felt smaller, and she became very aware of the little distance between them.

“This is a bad idea,” Mia mumbled, mostly to herself. Adrian didn't reply, instead he moved close to her until the front of his sweatpants brushed the thin cotton of her robe, heat radiating from his bare chest as he reached past her to set the plate aside. His hand stayed on the counter, caging her on one side while the other came up to hook a finger under the loose knot she'd tied. One tug and the robe fell open completely, revealing the short nightie that barely covered the tops of her thighs.

Mia sucked in a breath but didn't stop him. The music was still playing, the pancakes and coffee long forgotten. Adrian's gaze dragged down her body with open hunger, then back up to her mouth.

“Still think this is a bad idea?” he asked, voice rougher now.

She nodded, but her hands were already sliding up his stomach, fingers tracing the hard line of muscle. He leaned in and kissed her hard, tongue pushing past her lips while his hand gripped her waist and lifted her on the counter. Her legs parted as he stepped in between them. The thin fabric of her nightie rode up, and his palm slid between her thighs, cupping her p***y through her damp pant.

“f**k” he muttered against her mouth. “Already wet for me."

Mia gasped when he pressed two fingers against her c**t, rubbing slow circles that made her hips jerk. She reached down and shoved his sweatpants down, his c**k sprang free, thick in her hand. She stroked him, feeling him throb in her hand, then guided him closer until his head nudged against her soaked panties.

Adrian hooked his fingers into the fabric and yanked it aside. He didn't wait, he buried himself inside her with one thrust, stretching her open with a low groan that vibrated through both of them. Mia's head fell back against the cabinet as he started to f**k her, hard and steady, each snap of his hips driving her back against the counter. Her robe slipped further off her shoulder, her nightie bunched around her waist. She wrapped her legs around him to pull him deeper. He f****d her like he had been waiting all morning for it, one hand gripped her hip while the other slid up to palm her breast through the thin nightie. Her n****e hardened as he brushed it. He pinched it, rolling it between his fingers while his c**k slammed into her again and again. The wet sound of him sliding in and out filled the kitchen, mixing with her soft moans and the low bass still coming from the speaker.

Mia came first, clenching around him, her nails digging into his shoulders as her thighs shook.

Adrian didn't slow down. He kept thrusting through her o****m, chasing his own. He pulled out seconds later, he stroked himself before spilling thick c*m on her stomach and scrunched up nightie.

They stayed still for a few minutes, breathing hard, foreheads pressed together. He stepped back, tucking himself away, and reached for a paper tower. He wiped her clean gently, then handed her the coffee she'd forgotten.

“Still think it's a bad idea?” he asked again, smirking.

Mia took the mug with unsteady hands, her robe still open but didn't answer. She sat on the edge of the counter afterward, trying to catch her breath. When her phone buzzed on the counter, she grabbed it quickly, grateful for literally anything to focus on.

“Hello?” her voice came out sharper than she meant it to.

“Hi, is this Mia Carter? This is Dave from City Movers. We've got your delivery downstairs whenever you're ready for us to bring it up”.

“Right. Yes. Give me a few minutes,” she hung up, sliding off the counter and smoothing her robe back into place, deliberately not looking at Adrian, who was leaning against the fridge across the kitchen looking too pleased with himself for someone who hadn't said a word since she picked up the phone.

I cannot live here, she thought, grabbing her keys. I cannot live in this apartment with this man for a full year and survive it.

She buzzed the movers up and spent the next hour directing boxes into her room. The whole time she kept telling herself the same thing— what happened in the kitchen was a one-time

mistake. She was tired, stressed, and he was good-looking. That was all. It wasn't going to happen again, and it didn't mean anything.

Her phone buzzed again, it was an email from Roomiesmatch.

Roomiesmatch—Re: Reassignment Request

Hi Mia, thank you for your patience. After reviewing your request, we regret to inform you that no alternative units matching your preferences are currently available for the remainder of this semester. Your current placement with Adrian Vale will remain in effect until a suitable reassignment becomes available.

Mia read it twice, sitting on one of her unpacked boxes and putting her head in her head.

Temporary, she kept muttering to herself. This is only temporary.

But she wasn't sure if she meant the apartment or whatever had just happened between her and the man she was stuck living with.