Chapters (42)
- Cover
- Painful
- Books By S.C. Stephens
- Dedication
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
Evan laughed, then asked Matt, “What’s up?”
Matt walked over to a pile of papers on the counter. “I was going to show you this at rehearsal, but…” he paused to glare at me. “Maybe it’s better to show you now.”
I gave him an innocent I have no idea why you might be mad at me smile. Matt rolled his eyes, but thankfully didn’t start yelling at me. I think he understood that this was hard for me. Well, hopefully he understood. “As you know, the soundproofing material finally arrived, so I made some plans on how we could set it up. I know it doesn’t really matter now…since we’re leaving soon…but it would be nice to have it ready when we get back.”
Loving the sound of those words—get back—I nodded. “Sounds good, let’s see ‘em.”
He started going into the specifics, showing us his multiple drawings, but I kept noticing things around the room, distracting things…entertaining things. Too curious to not say anything, I interrupted Matt. “Okay, I have to ask…what’s up with all the sticky notes?”
Matt sighed as he looked around the room. There were neon-colored bits of paper scattered everywhere. There had to be at least a hundred of them, and they were stuck on everything. “Griffin. I left him one note in the bathroom, asking him to…clean up if he missed…and his response was…well, this,” he said, his finger circling the room.
I snorted, then moved closer to read some of them. A lot of them were gross, having to do with every single fluid that came out of the human body: Don’t come on this, don’t pee here, etc. Reading the one on the coffeepot almost ruined coffee for me. I even gagged a little after reading it. A lot of the notes had to do with Matt’s cock, and where he shouldn’t put it: the toaster, the oven…the freezer. But the majority of the notes said the same thing: Don’t be a dick today.
Looking back at Matt, I smirked. “There appears to be a theme.”
He rolled his eyes, then smiled. “Just wait until he sees what I’m gonna do to his bed later.”
I almost warned him that whatever his plan was, he might not like the way Griffin retaliated to his bed being messed with, but…I was too damn curious to see what happened, so I kept my mouth shut.