Rent: Paid in Full (Bad Decisions, #1)

by Jesse H. Reign

Miller’s life isn’t as perfect as it looks from the outside. Moneyed golden boy worshipped by everyone—up close and personal, it’s much better.

Lol

“Well, there it is.” I smile broadly—the buzz of caffeine making itself known and doing its damnedest to erode my filter. “We’ve finally found something Miller MacAvoy wants but doesn’t have.”

You sound bitter as fuck

“I like your Superman glasses.” “Actually, they’re not Superman glasses. They’re Clark Kent glasses. Superman has x-ray vision, heat vision, and telescopic and microscopic vision, so he doesn’t need glasses. Clark Kent wears them as part of his disguise.” If you haven’t already formed a robust personal profile of me, I bet it’s coming into crystal-clear focus now, huh?

Yeah.... I like it though. Also you're right. I mean DC isn't my bag but even i know you're right

Before he opens his mouth to rip me a new one, he glances at Miller. Wait. Does he need Miller’s approval to be a dick to me? Whether he’s looking for permission, approval, or encouragement, I honestly can’t tell you, but either way, he doesn’t get it. Miller smiles broadly at me and then looks at Trip with steely gray eyes that don’t flicker or blink. Permission denied.

Interesting

anthropologically speaking,

I like you sm

He flicks the towel again. Metacarpals protrude.

Not metacarples! im obsessed with you

It’s Emily Parker. The Emily Parker. Easily one of the most beautiful girls on campus. Easily. I try not to look, but regardless, my ass starts to sweat. Calm down, you dork. She’s not going to talk to you. Probably won’t even notice you. I look straight ahead and resist the urge to give her the old surreptitious side-eye check-out because my friend, Nicole, has told me multiple times that women always know when men do that. I think her exact words were, “Every woman on Earth knows when men do it. We know, and we judge you Judily for it.” “Excuse me.” I look to my right, then my left. There’s no one else here. Jesus. She is talking to me. “How may I help you?” I say, adopting a very bad, very plummy British accent for some unknown reason. Fuck!

bro WHAT is happening??? omg. Im screaming

Part of me thinks it might be best to continue with the British accent because I’ve already committed, but the rest of me humbly suggests that since I fucked it up royally the first time, I nip that shit in the bud. “Yep.” I nod elaborately, rocking my entire body back and forth. “You’re right where you need to be to see Bev.” She seems not to notice the accent change, or if she does, she doesn’t want to touch it with a ten-foot pole,

100% the latter.

“Uh uh.” Bev’s eyes widen with disgust. If you know her like I do, you’ll detect a subtle undercurrent of interest neatly pinched in the corners of her eyes and mouth. “And this chicken, was it roast chicken or fried?” She’ll need this level of detail to take home to Mal.

The way i hollered!

“Oh no, she did not!” she cries when Emily gets to the bloody mural. “Girl! You should have been down here months ago. You can’t live like this!”

Lmaooo

Emily takes the tissue Bev offers her, wipes her eyes, and blows her nose. Her lashes are wet and sticking together, making her look like she’s wearing glittery mascara. There’s no hint of bloodshot eyes or blotchy cheeks. In fact, she might look better now than she did before she started crying. Life really is a cruel and unusual little bitch, isn’t she?

Lol

It’s not even that I’m straight or bi or upset about either one of those options.

Why are those the only two options?

Is Miller MacAvoy a grower or a shower? And if he’s not a shower, then God’s a sadist.

Lol

He’s not what you’d call classically handsome. He has this wild animal that’s been caged and is angry about it look about him.

He looks feral?

“You just met her, huh? Well, then, it’s awfully good of you to help her move.” “Don’t say words like awfully. You can’t pull it off.”

Lmao

I knock on Emily’s door and take two steps back, which seems a little excessive, so I quickly take one step forward and then drop into a pit of self-doubt about whether I’m too close. This is me. This is what I’m like. Seriously, this is the shit I deal with daily, and that idiot MacAvoy thinks Emily is into it.

Im kinda into it

Then I put the money down on his desk. “Oh, you definitely have something I want. Something I’ll pay for.” He steps back, bumping into the desk in an effort to keep a wide berth between us. He looks at the stack of bills, eyes widening slightly as things start falling into place. He looks away quickly, but it’s all the invitation I need. “Two minutes,” I say lightly. “That’s all I need. I won’t even touch you. Just drop your towel for two minutes and let me look at you.”

This is wicked and evil work

“Hey, Siri, set a timer for two minutes.” Miller’s voice is relaxed and calm, friendly even, as if soliciting his roommate is a common occurrence for him.

Insane work

In the history of good, no one’s ever been further from it.

Let's not get crazy now. People used to own other people....

Miller moves his hands, uncaging me, chuckling softly as I cover my dick and balls with both hands. He gets to his feet, stepping back and considering me for a moment. He cocks his head to the side, pressing his lips together lightly and nodding slowly. “Five stars,” he drawls. “Will buy again.”

Yikes

“I’ve been doing some research, and I have a proposal.” His mouth drops open ever so slightly, so I up the ante. “Admittedly, it’s an indecent proposal of questionable legality, but in my defense, what I’m offering is well above market rate.”

Help

Bev closes her eyes when she sees me and whispers something that sounds a lot like, “Give me strength” under her breath. I wasn’t planning on stopping by today on account of the fact that I’ve completely run out of ways to complain about Miller that don’t involve me disclosing that he’s repeatedly offered me money for sexual services. So I’m here empty-handed.

Why cant you tell her that?

“Tequila,” I say, putting a ten down on the bar. “What kind? We got…” “Whatever’s cheapest.” And there you were thinking I had shame. Wrong. I don’t.

lol

“Where’s the other one?” I demand. He sets my bag next to my desk and leans against my closet, arms crossed. “The other what?” “The other—” Shit, I don’t know what to call it. Is it a stack, a strap, a roll? “The other m-money.” “Ah,” he says sympathetically, “the offer on the hand job expired. You took too long to make up your mind, so now, if you need cash, you’ll have to earn it on your knees.”

Terrifying

“Where’s my tip?” I ask haughtily. He doesn’t skip a beat. “Careful, or I’ll give you a lot more than the tip.” I balk again but shake it off quickly and get to work. In case you were thinking there’s a graceful way to get on your knees to blow a guy you hate, you’d be wrong.

Sir 💀

He saunters to the door, locks it, and turns off the overhead light. His study lamp casts a long, moody light over the room, changing the atmosphere from almost clinical to sultry in the blink of an eye. “You don’t need to do that,” I start but falter when I hear how affected I sound. I change course, attempting to deflect with humor. “I’m kind of a sure thing.” A Pretty Woman quote? Jesus Christ.

LMAO

“You’re about as far from a sure thing as I’ve ever met.” That buoys me a little. At least it would if I wasn’t currently attempting to crawl seductively across the floor. Let me tell you, it’s a lot harder than porn would have you believe. It’s hell on the knees, and if I wasn’t already feeling stupider than ever before, this would certainly do it.

Lol

I drag my fist up, tugging the loose skin on his shaft up so only a glimpse of his head peeks out, then sliding it down again to expose it completely. I do it again. And again. I can’t look away. I’m mesmerized. Hypnotized as silky skin slides over solid steel. Dick-matized.

You're So funny

I mean, yeah, my organs feel a little too big for my rib cage right now, and I’m a little floaty, but that’s perfectly normal after giving a dude a blowjob, right?

I think you're a sub friend

You earned more than you earn in a whole week at Pepe’s. It was a good thing. You’d have been crazy not to do it.

Truly. Like even if you were straight

I ignore that, though I’m pretty sure it was aimed squarely at me. “I also like everything bagels. Fuck, I love that seasoning! You know what I wish? I wish you could buy it. Just the seasoning. There’s a million-dollar idea for you. I’d put that shit on everything I eat.” I make a firm decision never to tell him he could live his life’s dream simply by taking a stroll through the spice aisle of the nearest grocery store.

I was thinking the exact same thing

“Let me guess. You were a weedy little kid, and you didn’t get contacts till junior or senior year in high school.” It was senior year, but I don’t think he needs to know that. “What’s your point?” “My point, Ryan, is that you’re such a dumbass you missed your own glow-up.”

Lol

She recently told me about a girl in her history class who makes her feel odd. Apparently, the girl has short, spiky dark hair and birds and flowers tattooed down both arms. Apparently, when Emily is around her, she feels like she might be having a sugar crash for no discernible reason. She’s started taking protein bars with her to history class, but so far, they haven’t been helping. She’s thinking of going to the doctor to get checked out.

Lmao. Not the gay panic

It’s not like I think I’m bad in bed. I’m not. I have moves, believe me. I have some moves anyway. Fine, I have one move, maybe two. It’s just that there may be women out there who’d describe my sexual performance as tries super-duper hard but is ultimately underwhelming. I hope not, but there might be. That’s all I’m saying.

Lost the plot there friend

I know one thing and one thing only: urgency.

I can hardly believe my luck. I’m in seventh heaven. Today might be the best day ever. Ryan’s agreed to let me fuck him and he’s getting tested so I can leave a load in him. What could be better than that?

Help

“I bought a kit for you so you can prep.”

Thank god

Don’t think I haven’t tried to talk myself out of doing this. Bitch, please. Of course I have.

Lmao

Letting Miller fuck me is obviously a terrible, terrible idea. You don’t need to tell me that. I’m well aware, thanks. I know it’s insane. I know it’s reckless and idiotic. And I know it’s a horrible lapse in judgment. It’s clear as day. So why am I doing it, you ask. It’s called money, Susan. It’s called making a thousand dollars, okay?

I am not judging lol

And yes, I want to know what it feels like. I’m a bisexual man who wants to know what it feels like to have a dick up my ass. Sue me.

Again, on your side babe

“How did it go?” I ask the second Miller enters our room. He looks pleased with himself. He always looks pleased with himself, so what I mean is he looks more pleased with himself than usual. “I totally bombed.” “What?” My voice hitches, and I clear my throat to correct it. “Yep, crashed and burned, baby.”

Screaming

Em’s face is rosy and she’s a spluttering, messier version of her usual self. She and Cat have managed to find themselves trapped in an awkward situation where neither of them has any clue how the other feels. “How are things going?” I ask her out of the corner of my mouth. “Don’t know.” “Do you at least know if you’re flirting or just friends?” “No fucking clue.” Her eyes are big and she speaks quickly while Cat is out of earshot. “I don’t know what I’m doing, Ryan. I mean, I never do, but I’m worse than usual. I’m factually worse than usual right now. Women are so fucking lovely. How the hell are you supposed to know if they’re flirting or just being friendly? How?”

Real

“Say it,” Miller says again. It’s a siren. A slow song. I answer the call. “Bully me.”

Im scared.

Miller’s voice changes from smooth to scratchy. He raises his chin and looks down at me. “Where’s my lunch money, punk?”

The way i SCREAMED!!! Im not kink shaming i promise but i cant stop laughing, im sorry

shoving a hand into the back of my pants and balling my underwear in his fist. The fabric tightens, slowly creeping inward, caressing my ass cheeks as it works its way into my crack. I shift my weight from one foot to the other robotically, unsure whether to clench my cheeks together like I always used to when things like this happened to me or to push back and grind against Miller so he knows I want more.

A wedgie kink? Interesting

“What else did I say I’d do to you, Haraway?” His voice finds me from far away. Far, far away. His words land like soft drops of rain. Splashing onto my skin and running slowly down my face. “You s-said, you said you’d s-s-sodomize me.”

"sodomize" is WILD lol

I reach for him. He recoils and steps back, making a feeble attempt at slapping my hand away. “I’m fine.” He means to say it with force, but it falls a little flat. “I’m not.”

Yeah i knew the aftermath was gonna be awkward as fuck.... Thought we'd at least get some aftercare first though....

Where we just went was the last place I was expecting. It was way bigger and deeper than I was prepared for. I’m scared for myself too. I feel unsteady, wobbly on the inside. The thought of being out of his body, being on my own, being away from him, hurts in a way I’m not sure I know how to handle. Big emotions swirl and swell in my chest, rising up and settling in my face. “I need to be held,” I whisper.

Needing aftercare is NORMAL

I know you’re richer than fuck, but don’t you dare try to tell me you have nice-reliable-car kind of money lying around.” “Sure I do. I have birthday money and Christmas money and—” “Birthday money is fifty dollars! It’s a hundred here, two hundred there if you’re very, very fucking lucky.” He’s yelling now, and he’s not even trying not to. I love it. It makes me so happy to see him like this. “Please tell me you understand that. I swear to God, I’m going to have a heart attack if you don’t tell me you understand that.”

No fr

“Again,” I say when he slips out of me. “Again.” “No, baby. No more. You’re done. You can’t take anymore. You’re sore and inflamed. I’ve wrecked you. I said I would, and I have, but I won’t ruin you. I won’t make you hate me no matter how much you want to.” “Noooo!” It’s a howl that turns into a roar. “I-I can’t. We can’t. One more, I need one more time.” I’m lost to reason, rocking my hips frantically against him, desperate to ride life back into his cock.

Just say you want him to be your man lol. No need to get all feral