Drawn to You — Volume Two Read Online Free PDF

As much as I hate Tristan for leaving, I don’t hate him enough to ruin his life.
     
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    “Yes! Fuck my ass harder.”
    The sound of my best friend’s orgasm pierces the air of the empty hallway echoing all the way to the entrance of our stairwell. My cheeks flush at the sound of her incessant mewling. I’m almost certain that our elderly neighbor, Mrs. Abernathy, can hear her climaxing across the hallway.
    “Well, I guess we know why Ceci wasn’t at the party,” Augie says with an eye roll.
    “I’m sorry Harvey wasn’t there.”
    From the sad look on Augie’s face, I can tell he really does like Harvey. It’s not just a crush anymore. I’m starting to think it’s turning into something more serious.
    “Me, too,” he says.
    Our apartment, although lavish, is surrounded by older residents and not the usual twentysomething’s pad. The location is my father’s way of keeping me out of trouble. The only cost of having it is that I keep my grades up, and I stay away from trouble. Trouble meaning guys. My best friend doesn’t always make that any easy criteria to meet. She’s supposed to be living with her parents still in a mansion on the Upper East Side, but she’s almost always at our apartment.
    We’re halfway to our apartment door when I spot a pair of hot pink latex panties hanging from the doorknob.
    “Lovely.”
    Augie’s laugh echoes through the hallway.
    “Why did we give her a key again?” I moan.
    “She’s like a stray kitten. We can’t just leave her wandering outside in the hallway.”
    I smile at my childhood memory of Ceci with painted cat whiskers for Halloween. Her parents wouldn’t let her hang out with anyone but me. They thought I was a good influence. If only they could see her now.
    Aside from the trademark Barbie panties and Ceci’s rowdy fucking, the bass pumping through the walls is a dead giveaway that she’s in our apartment with her current flavor of the week. I’ll never be able to listen to Usher without thinking of Ceci’s sexcapades. Don’t get me wrong. I adore my best friend because she has this loveable, in your face sort of attitude, but I can’t stand it when she brings guys home. Twice I’ve found her fucking someone on our kitchen stove. A dirty condom in the stove burner is not a welcomed sight when I’m trying to make myself mac n’ cheese, and I doubt Augie wants to explain to the fire department why it was there in the first place.
    “Are you ready?” I ask, picking up Ceci’s panties with my keys.
    A wicked smile plays on Augie’s lips.
    “It would be the polite thing to let her finish…”
    “Yes! Fuck. Me. Harder!”
    A door slams behinds us, and we turn to find Ms. Abernathy staring at us with critical glare plastered to her face. The sight of her serious expression makes her fuzzy mink coat almost comical. Almost. A loud boom echoed through the hall as I stood awkwardly trying to avoid her stare.
    “Oh, yeah, right there!”
    Shit, you’d think there was an earthquake happening in our apartment. Is Ceci trying to break the bed? Damn, I really hope she’s on Augie’s bed, not mine.
    “That roommate of yours is always playing music at strange hours of the night—”
    Thankfully, Ms. Abernathy doesn’t know she isn’t our roommate. I’m sure the housing co-op board would find some way to kick us out if they knew.
    “I know. I’m so sorry, Ms. Abernathy. I promise I’ll talk to Ceci,” I offer.
    “It’s not lady like to have men over at all hours of the night. All that moaning makes it sound like there’s a cat in heat,” she says with a scowl.
    “We will make sure she keeps it down,” Augie says with a polite smile.
    “Yes, just please keep it down. I can’t take anymore loud noises.”
    A messy-haired Ceci opens our front door just as Ms. Abernathy walks back to her apartment.
    “Hey, I thought you guys would still be at the party!”
    A sly grin spreads across her face. There’s a sparkle in her eye that