Chapter 4 4: House Rules
Saint paused, resuming his position by the bar.
Baby quickly turned to the girl, "And, you, Linda –
"Melinda–"
"Whatever. Just go, I have something to deal with," He said and slid his arm out of her hug.
Melinda's eyes watered, 'No threesome?"
"For God's sake, get out! No threesome, leave!" Vaby barked, heaving angrily.
The last thing he wanted right now was sex, Saint was a mood killer, and he'd rather fuck a crocodile than participate in a threesome with Saint.
Melinda's lips trembled as she slowly turned to leave, she took a step but suddenly turned and slammed her lips on Baby's, "Call me, sugar." She winked and sashayed her hips out of the house.
Baby closed his eyes to gain some control before facing the devil that had suddenly appeared in his apartment.
"That's no way to treat a lady. The gentleman you are," Saint taunted, sipping his drink.
Baby scowled, his anger from earlier returning doublefold.
He stormed over to Saint and grabbed the drink out of his hand, slamming it down on the counter, the contents spilling over his hand but he didn't give a shit about it.
He lifted his head, eyes blazing with fury as he stared into those annoyingly calm steel-grey ones, "I'm not going to ask why or how you got in here. All I need you to do is to turn around, and walk your stupid self out of my door." He said, breathing harshly from contained anger.
Saint sighed, "I would love to, but I can't. You might want to call the coach on that one...Baby." his voice dropped low as he said Baby's name, smirking as he reached for his glass of wine again.
"Get out!" Baby snapped, slapping the glass out of Saint's hand.
The clattering and shattering sound filled the room, foreshadowing the anger that was about to shatter within Saint.
Before Baby could register what was happening, his back collided harshly against the counter, a painful grunt leaving his lips as his sides dug into the blunt edge of the counter.
Saint's eyes darkened as he caged Baby between his arms, "Now listen, you spoilt little brat –"
Baby forcefully pushed against Saint's chest but Saint easily confiscated Baby's hand behind his back, gripping his wrists tightly together and gripping his chin to force his face up.
Baby wanted to spit in his face — but his pulse betrayed him, hammering too fast. 'Damn it.'
"Let go, you fucking bastard –"
"Shh... I wasn't done talking, Danvers," Saint's voice was incredibly icy, and so was his glare.
Baby gulped, trying to act tough and not cry out from the pain in his twisted arms.
"Outside this apartment, I might ignore your silliness because... THC is watching. But in here, you meet the real Saint and you're about to find out that I'm no saint, Baby," Saint whispered beside Baby's face, deliberately tugging his wrists to hurt him.
"Ugh, you idiot, you'll pay for this!" Baby groaned.
Saint's love chuckle reverberates through his chest, "I don't give a fuck if you don't like me... It's mutual. But you're going to accept that I'm your housemate, schoolmate, teammate, and maybe... soulmate –"
"I'll crush you, Saint, I promise you. Fuck you." Baby cursed out.
Saint couldn't hold his husky laughter, "But I'm the one crushing you now, Mr. Danvers, I guess I'll wait for my turn to get crushed." He smirked.
"My point is, I'm here to stay. You either treat me with respect or pretend I don't exist. Don't fuck with me, remember... I'm no saint –"
The door was suddenly pushed open and someone gasped behind them.
"Whoa! What the fuck is going on here? Get your hands off him, you fucking bully!" Cam hurried over but Saint gently released Baby and stepped over the broken glass.
"Clear your mess, Baby. Or have your 'Golden Retriever' do it," Saint said and walked into the room right next to Baby's.
Baby stood there for a few seconds, rubbing his wrists that now had faint marks of Saint's fingers around them.
Cam glared at Saint's closed door before walking over to his best friend, "What happened? What's happening? Why is he here?" He asked, worried and curious.
"I'm thinking THC wants me to do everything with the bastard," Baby said, pulling out his phone from his pocket.
"But that's not fair," Cam frowned, "They don't have the right," He furrowed his brows.
"Looks like they do," Baby said bitterly as he placed his phone on the counter.
"Baby?" Nickel's voice called from the phone.
"Saint Kross is in my apartment, coach. Mind telling me why?" He asked, flexing his jaws.
"I was just about to send you the email, but since you called. The Apex had instructed that you two live together and do everything together. You share classes and sports. Also, you have a weekly meeting every Friday with the school's therapist, they need you two in your best shape of mind and body. See you at the rink, Baby."
The beeping of the phone signalled the end of the call.
Baby was seething, the last of his space had been invaded. His apartment was the one place he let loose, but not anymore because Saint fucking Kross has stormed into his life like a tsunami.
"Wow..." was the only thing Cam could utter.
"Like hell I'm going for a therapy session with that animal," Baby said and grabbed a bottle from his minibar, heading over to sit on his sofa.
"I guess I'll just help you two clear this up... but I'm no Golden Retriever!" He shouted toward Saint's closed door, muttering inaudible words under his breath.
"He's my housemate, right?" Baby asked as Cam walked over to sit by his side.
Cam groaned tiredly, "Seems like it, Baby." He replied, resting on the headrest.
"Then I think I should throw him a welcome party," Baby sipped his drink, a slow smirk forming on his face.
Cam narrowed his eyes, "What are you planning, Baby?" He asked slowly.
"You'll see," Baby smiled and pushed the bottle into Cam's hand, "You'll see." He murmured and walked away, a perfect revenge plan forming in his mind.