Page 1 of Reverse Perspective
Chapter one
Sadie
I don’t know ifit makes me sad or angry to hear that bitch getting railed for the third time in twelve hours. I share a wall with Lance so it’s even more annoying when he brings his weekly whore home. At least I’m nice enough to keep my sexual endeavors where no one else can hear it. By sexual endeavors, I mean I just don't have sex.
My roommates are my best friends and business partners. I have been friends with Lance, Mason, and Dean since kindergarten. We were all neighbors growing up and graduated together. We ended up in the same college, going to school for the same thing, so it was only natural that we went into business together. The guys went on a football scholarship, and I received an academic scholarship. We all graduated at the top of our class with a master's degree in computer engineering.
Our company features an in-home virtual assistant that can help control everything from your lights to your electronics to your schedule. The biggest difference that allows us to stand outfrom the rest is that our virtual assistant interacts like a personal assistant, and she learns your patterns to help better predict what you need. With that, we do have products that complement the virtual assistant to turn your home into a smart home. We are inexpensive compared to our competitors, so it allows us to have a jump on basically everyone because anyone can get set up.
They let me name the company, which was a terrible idea because I’m a smart ass. I decided on QuadTech since there are four of us. Our virtual assistant is named Quill, which stands for QuadTech Universal Interactive Logistics Lab. So, Quill assistant for short.
QuadTech is rapidly expanding so we can afford to live on our own, but we have been attached at the hip for so long that we’ve never really considered separating. I don’t even know if I could live by myself at this point. They annoy me, but I’m used to them and their weird habits.
I know one of these days I’m going to have to separate from them and go my own way. I’m so painfully attracted to them that it’s agonizing when they bring women over. I’m so tired of hearing them fuck these women half to death. It’s worse with Lance because his room is close enough to mine that I can hear the soundshemakes in bed. His groans are fucking delicious, but I will never be on the receiving end of his lust. I will always be just like a sister to them, so I’m only hurting myself and basically any guy I try to have a relationship with.
I compare everyone I date to my best friends and it’s not fair to anyone. I always seem to find a way to scare them off anyway. I don’t have anyone to talk to but the guys, so I just internalize all of the feelings that I have for them. This leads to a lot of lonely nights filled with self-pleasure fueled by fantasies of them.
I really should stop being a creep and find something else to think about when I get myself off.
Today is Saturday which means we have our weekly football game with friends. I am the only girl who is willing to get out there but it’s always been that way. I have been playing with them every week for my entire life.
I am five foot one and the guys are over a foot taller than me so I’m not tackling anyone, but I run the fastest. As long as no one catches me, I’m golden. When they can catch me, they have no problems taking me down. However, everyone is mindful of the fact that I’m tiny compared to the rest of them. I’ve never gotten hurt but I’m sure it’s bound to happen one day. I won’t lie, something about being tackled by a six-foot-three man is hot as fuck.
I get dressed in my usual spandex shorts and T-shirt. It’s long enough to not show my ass, but I wear a tank top under it so that if I get overheated, I can take the T-shirt off. Once I have my shoes on I walk out of my room and slam the door behind me, knowing that Lance, and everyone else in his house, will hear it.
“Morning, Little Demon,” Mason says with a smirk as I walk into the kitchen.
“Shut up,” I grumble. Mason chuckles and grabs a coffee cup from the cabinet.
“Something wrong, Sadie?” Dean asks when he walks in behind me.
“Both of you can bite me,” I say. Mason smiles and pours coffee into the mug before turning and handing it to me. “Thanks.”
“Why do you get so mad about him bringing her over?” Mason asks.
“Do you know how many times they have fucked in the last twelve hours?” I ask. “They are both obnoxiously loud and the walls are thin.”
“Put headphones in,” Dean shrugs. “That’s what I do.”
“Yeah. You put my headphones in. You took them from me again,” I frown.
“Oh, right,” he laughs.
I roll my eyes and take a sip of my coffee when I hear Lance’s bedroom door open. “Be nice,” Mason says just before Lance and Angela walk into the kitchen.
She is wearing his shirt and likely nothing else. What makes it worse is it’s a shirt that I bought him. Lance goes to reach for the pot of coffee and I snatch it before he can grab it. “Morning,” I say with a sweet smile as I dump the remaining coffee into the sink. “Sorry. Fresh out.”
“That wasn’t very nice,” Mason laughs.
“Why do you always have to be such a bitch to him,” Angela frowns.
“I don’t think I was talking to you,Angie.”
“My name is Angela, or are you too dumb to remember?”
“Ah, shit,” Lance sighs.
“Excuse me?” I say. I chuckle, but there is not a drop of humor in my tone.