Chapter 4
Dex the Devil
The morning after Alex woke up to empty sheets and glaring sunlight. He rubbed his tired eyes as the memories of last night came rushing back into his head. "I'm such an idiot" he muttered to himself.
"Yeah you are" a pissed off British voice replied.
Alex sat up in surprise at Dex standing by his door completely dressed and packed to go to the airport. He leaned against the door frame with his eyes burning a hole into Alex's skull.
"What?" Alex yawned after his confused look.
Dex just narrowed his eyes.
"Your door doesn't have a lock Alex" Dex's voice was tinged with ice.
"Yeah... So?" Alex had forgotten about his lie from last night.
Dex didn't break his angry glare
"So what else have you lied to me about? I'm curious I really am."
Alex blinked in surprise at his remark. "Nothing, I don't even know what you're talking about"
Alex was genuinely confused.
"You said I couldn't sleep in your room because you had a lock on it. That's why I was forced to sleep with you, because you wouldn't go away because you didn't want me wanking off in your bed again!" Dex yelled.
That refreshed Alex's memory.
"Oh yeah, right that... that happened" Alex mumbled tiredly.
Dex sighed and shoved his hands in his pockets.
"So because you lied to me... I decided to take matters into my own hands" he said cryptically.
"What are you talking about?" Alex asked.
Dex broke out a devilish smile and waltzed out the door. "See you later Alex" he called out as the front door closed.
Alex sat up in his bed beyond confused at what just happened. He mulled over his words in his head but the innuendo took some time to sink into his tired mind. Then he realized... "take matters into his own hands"... Alex leaped out of his bed and ran over to his room. There he saw the sheets sprawled everywhere and that devilish smile flashed back in his head.
"That sick son of a bitch" he clenched his fists with an internal fire burning furiously.
There sitting in the middle of the bed was a little note that said
You should probably get a lock on that door Alex.
See you later
Dex
Alex ran over to his dresser and got changed at lightning speed. He didn't even bother with breakfast because his mind was bursting at the seams with all the things he was going to say to that British bastard. Alex jumped into his car and wasted no time gunning the engine. In his mind Dex's devilish grin was torturously replaying.
Gripping the steering wheel, Alex knew exactly where he was going. To the airport. Dex was not going to leave just like that, not on his life. Alex needed to give him a piece of his fucking mind for pulling that shit on him. There was no way in hell he was going to get away, nope, not happening.