Page 13 of End It All

"Will you let me shower!" I snapped.

"I have to piss," he called back, a growl in his voice.

"So? Take it outside!"

I was glad I'd locked the door. Quincy needed to stay as far away as possible. I didn't give a damn if he pissed his pants, that had nothing to do with me. The asshole was making me share a room with him. I was big on personal space, and now I was going to be crammed into the same place as a stranger. In the same bed.

Fun.

I worked my fingers through my hair as I used the mango shampoo I came across. Frowning, I scratched up a lather as I closed my eyes and tried to relax.As soon as I wake uptomorrow, I'm buying my own shit. What man walks around smelling like mangos?

As I thought about shopping, I realized I needed to go out for several things. Just as quickly, I also realized that I needed a job. How the hell was I going to buy anything if I was out of cash? I needed some kind of card, a source of income, and then a place of my own where I could get the hell away from Quincy.

"Oh, fuck this shit."

I heard his words, but ignored him. Until the sound of the door creaking open reached my ears. I yanked my head out from under the water and quickly wiped it off my face. Shampoo stung my eyes as I opened them prematurely and witnessed Quincy walking into the bathroom, completely naked.

My jaw dropped. He stepped over to the toilet, grabbed his dick, and aimed. A deep, satisfied groan left his lips while I was left in a state of shock. There was no way he'd broken in and was pissing in front of me!

"Hey!" I snapped. "Get the fuck out!"

Quincy glanced over his shoulder, a grin tugging at his lips. "Should have hurried the fuck up. I told you I had to piss." He groaned and finally shook it off before he wiped the tip of his dick and flushed. After he washed his hands, Quincy yanked open the glass door of the shower. "My turn. You're gonna use all the hot water."

I blinked at him. "I don't give a fuck. Get out!"

Quincy stared at me, shrugged, and stepped into the stall. It was already small enough without him getting in with me. I squashed my body up against the wall, the coolness contrasting with the heat of the water. The more I moved away, the more his big body seemed to take up. He finally shut the door and grinned at me.

"Pass me the soap."

I stared at Quincy like he had lost his mind. There was no way that he was doing this shit right now.

"What is this? Some kind of power trip for you? Is your dick really that small?"

Quincy grinned. "You tell me?"

Don't look at his dick. Don't look at his dick. Don't look at his?—

SHIT.

Yeah, Quincy didn't have a small dick at all. It was actually nice. Not thick, but long with a piercing through the head of it that made me stare in wonder. I couldn't even imagine getting my dick pierced. That was insane.

Quincy cleared his throat. "My eyes are up here, princess."

I snapped my head up and glared at him. The smirk on his face told me he thought he'd won something. I scoffed, shoved past him, and shimmied my way out of the shower. But not before my body rubbed all over his on my way out.

"Calm down, baby. I won't hurt you." Quincy laughed. “Not unless you beg me real pretty-like.”

I flipped him off. "You're an asshole."

"You have no idea."

Frustration shot through me as I snatched the towel off the counter that Quincy had laid out for me. I stormed out of the bathroom, slammed the door, and stood in his bedroom trying to force myself to take a deep breath. As I tried to gather myself, I pinched the bridge of my nose in irritation.

Why is this my damn life?

All I wanted to do was go home, but there was no way to do that. If I left and returned to what I knew, I would probably end up inside of a prison cell. And I would be there for a long time. I couldn't stand the idea of being locked into a box. It was better to die than to be captured. As soon as I thought that, my mother'sface popped into my mind. Guilt wracked me, and I swallowed hard. Right, I couldn't do anything. I had to stick this out.

While Quincy was busy in the shower, I dug into my duffel and pulled out a fresh pair of boxers and a white T-shirt. As soon as I was changed, I stared at Quincy's bed. A shiver ran up and down my spine.