Authors: Jenika Snow
Tristan Holloway is in desperate need of a roommate. When Kash Alexander comes into her life, she doesn’t expect to have a roomie that towers over everyone else, is covered in tattoos and pierced, and has perpetual scuffed-up knuckles. But there is something dark and deadly that lurks below the surface that makes up Kash, and she is drawn to him.
When she stumbles upon an underground cage fight, the last person she expects to see is Kash, especially within the cage. The way he fights, dirty and raw, should have Tristan running the other way, but instead she finds herself enthralled.
As if that one night sets into motion everything else, Tristan finds herself involved with Kash in every way possible. The only problem? Kash isn’t interested in a relationship. With a battered past that haunts him, and a future that threatens Tristan’s life, the only way they can overcome it all is together.
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When Tristan’s house came into view she felt her brows draw over her eyes. The small moving van took up most of the driveway which forced her to park on the street. The front door was open and the screen propped open. It took her a solid minute before she snapped out of her confusion and got out of the car. When she saw her roommate Zac come out of the house with a large box slung over his shoulder everything around her faded away.
That fucking bastard!
His head was turned over his shoulder, so he didn’t see her staring at him dumbstruck. That fucking little twerp thought he would just skip out on her? She had left work early because she didn’t feel particularly good, and now she could see why her sixth sense had been going into overdrive.
“Hey, baby, make sure to pack up the gray towels in the bathroom. Those are 300-thread-count Egyptian.”
Who in the hell was he talking to? When he turned his attention forward and his eyes landed on her, he froze. She could see the color of his face drain slightly before he regained his composure. Anger started to seethe within her and her hands were balled into tight fists at her side.
“Hey, Tristan. I didn’t think you got off for another four hours.”
She gritted her teeth in rage. “That much is clear.” Coming out of
house in nothing more than a pair of daisy dukes and a cropped tank was a girl that didn’t even look like she was of drinking age. When the harlot saw Tristan she stopped, looked at Zac, and then dragged her gaze back to her.
“Just put that in the truck, Missy.” Zac didn’t take his eyes off of her as he directed his newest conquest.
“What in the hell is going on?” It was obvious what he was doing, but confusion still swirled within her. “You are skipping out on me? Without so much as a fucking phone call?”
Zac heaved a large sigh and then started moving toward the truck again. “Listen, this is why I didn’t want to tell you I was leaving. You get so pissy about shit like this.” He shoved the box into the truck and turned back to her, his hands now on his hips.
To think she had found the asshole even remotely attractive. There he stood, his shirt hugging his body, a body that she had just been pressed against two nights ago, with a condescending look on his face.
“I can’t believe you would stoop to this.” As the realization of what was going on really sank in, her fury intensified. “Rent is due soon. What the hell am I supposed to do about that?” He shrugged his shoulders and headed back into the house.
“That’s not my problem anymore, babe.”
Her teeth were sure to break if she kept gritting her teeth. Zac had been only a roommate when he first moved in over a year ago. Things had slowly escalated between them, until one night they found themselves naked and in bed together. They had no relationship, not in anything but the biblical sense, and Tristan preferred it that way. Zac was not boyfriend material, not with his self-absorbed attitude and metrosexual ways. When she saw Missy head back into the house, she marched forward, shoved the girl out of the way, and made her way inside. It was clear he had replaced her in his bed, but that wasn’t even what pissed Tristan off. The sneaky bastard was just going to run out on her knowing she could not afford this place on her own.
She watched him grab a few more things before walking by her like she didn’t exist. Her mind had conjured up a shitload of things to say to him, but her mouth wouldn’t form the words. When she heard the back of the truck slam shut she forced herself to follow him outside.
“Listen, I really am sorry to leave you in such a jam, but I just can’t stay here anymore.” His newest pussy on demand slipped beside him and curled her ridiculously perfect body around his. Zac wrapped his arm around her waist and placed a kiss on her puckered lips.
“So what.” The anger that had been festering inside of her finally broke free. She grabbed it with a vengeance. “You were just going to leave, without so much as a call, because you found some new pussy?” Missy’s shocked gasp spilled from her and Tristan felt a spark of pleasure at the fact. “You worthless piece of shit.”
“Listen, babe, we had a good thing for a while. The sex was okay, but I need more, and Missy here gives it to me.”
The sex was okay? Out of everything he had just done, just said, those four words sent her over the edge.
“All I can say is good riddance to you and your small-ass dick.” With that she turned on her heels and slammed the front door behind her. Silence surrounded her as she leaned against the door and forced herself not to cry. She didn’t have feelings for Zac, not really. Several minutes later she heard the sound of the moving truck starting and then pulling away. When she was finally able to pry her stinging eyes open she looked around. Zac had taken a lot of stuff, and although it was his to begin with, it renewed Tristan’s anger tenfold.
What pissed her off the most was the fact that she was alone again, well, and the fact she had no clue how she was going to afford this place on her own.