right—I just called him hot. He starts to chuckle and shakes his head.
“Relax, Samantha, I’m just playing. Come, let’s go. I want to get the hell out of here—traffic is gonna suck”.
He picks up my two bags as I grab my carry on and start to follow him. We make our way through the parking garage and stop in front of a 1967 candy apple red Camaro.
“Wow, this is a beautiful car.”
“You know cars?”
“Well, I'm not an expert or anything, but I know a little. Camaron would always want to go to car shows and I learned a lot by going.”
“I see, well, I love this car more than anything or anyone.”
“I can understand that. If I owned it, I would love it just as much.”
When he starts up the engine, I feel her purr and it’s heaven to my ears. I have always wanted a 67 Camaro. That is one of my dreams; a dream that I’ll hopefully fulfill here on the East Coast. The ride wasn’t that bad, quiet. I can tell Axel isn’t really a man of many words. Sure, when he does respond, it’s usually with a grunt or a smart ass comment that has me blushing.
After a fort-five minute drive, we finally pull up to the tattoo shop that Camaron and Axel own together, Two Pricks. Yep, they named their shop Two Pricks.
I open the door and stretch my arms above my head. It feels so good to finally be here. As I look around, I see we are right in the heart of Philadelphia, or Philly as everyone else calls it. There are small shops and restaurants up and down the street and the smell makes my stomach rumble. I look over and see Axel standing against his door with his hands clapped on top of the roof just staring at me. Again, he catches me looking like an idiot, smiling ear to ear and smelling the air like a starved cow. I roll my eyes and start to head toward the shop. A high pitched whistle hurts my ears, and I turn and see him shaking his head at me once again. Seriously, I am starting to feel like a freaking dog.
“The shop is closed, Samantha.”
“Sam, it’s just Sam, and if the shop is closed why are we here?” I see Axel grab my two bags from the trunk and close it and start heading toward me.
“Well, you see, this is your new place.”
“Excuse me?”
“You’re gonna be living with the prick, right?”
“That’s the plan.”
“Follow me.”
We head off in the direction of the shop but stop at the black door right next to it. He opens it up and motions for me to start to climb a flight of stairs. Axel follows behind until we are at the top. To the right is a white door with a sign that says 2A ‘ Stay the FUCK out! ’ And to the left is a white door with 2B. I chuckle as I read the sign on the 2A’s apartment door and say, “Yeah, whoever lives there must be a ray of sunshine.”
“Believe me, he definitely is.”
He grabs the handle to 2B and opens the door to what will be my new home.
The apartment is nice. It has an open floor plan so when I walk in, I see the kitchen off to the right. I am currently standing in the living room. To the left, there is a hallway with three doors. I am assuming that they are the bedrooms and the bathroom, but all I can do is stand in place and take in the sounds of high pitch moaning. My stomach instantly turns to knots. Axel makes his way to the third door and bangs on it.
“Wrap it up, Prick, Samantha’s home.”
I can hear a muffled voices and Axel laughing as he is walking back toward the kitchen. He opens the fridge and grabs a beer, offering one to me.
“It’s only one in the afternoon.”
“True, but it’s Sunday,” he says, like that should mean something.
“I don’t consume alcohol so early in the afternoon.”
He chuckles again and shakes his head.
“I'm glad I amuse you”
“Oh, Samantha, you definitely amuse me.”
I am about to question him, but I suddenly see a blonde haired Barbie prance down the hallway with Camaron following behind.
“Hey, beautiful, you’re finally here!”
He comes barreling, over pushing aside
“Relax, Samantha, I’m just playing. Come, let’s go. I want to get the hell out of here—traffic is gonna suck”.
He picks up my two bags as I grab my carry on and start to follow him. We make our way through the parking garage and stop in front of a 1967 candy apple red Camaro.
“Wow, this is a beautiful car.”
“You know cars?”
“Well, I'm not an expert or anything, but I know a little. Camaron would always want to go to car shows and I learned a lot by going.”
“I see, well, I love this car more than anything or anyone.”
“I can understand that. If I owned it, I would love it just as much.”
When he starts up the engine, I feel her purr and it’s heaven to my ears. I have always wanted a 67 Camaro. That is one of my dreams; a dream that I’ll hopefully fulfill here on the East Coast. The ride wasn’t that bad, quiet. I can tell Axel isn’t really a man of many words. Sure, when he does respond, it’s usually with a grunt or a smart ass comment that has me blushing.
After a fort-five minute drive, we finally pull up to the tattoo shop that Camaron and Axel own together, Two Pricks. Yep, they named their shop Two Pricks.
I open the door and stretch my arms above my head. It feels so good to finally be here. As I look around, I see we are right in the heart of Philadelphia, or Philly as everyone else calls it. There are small shops and restaurants up and down the street and the smell makes my stomach rumble. I look over and see Axel standing against his door with his hands clapped on top of the roof just staring at me. Again, he catches me looking like an idiot, smiling ear to ear and smelling the air like a starved cow. I roll my eyes and start to head toward the shop. A high pitched whistle hurts my ears, and I turn and see him shaking his head at me once again. Seriously, I am starting to feel like a freaking dog.
“The shop is closed, Samantha.”
“Sam, it’s just Sam, and if the shop is closed why are we here?” I see Axel grab my two bags from the trunk and close it and start heading toward me.
“Well, you see, this is your new place.”
“Excuse me?”
“You’re gonna be living with the prick, right?”
“That’s the plan.”
“Follow me.”
We head off in the direction of the shop but stop at the black door right next to it. He opens it up and motions for me to start to climb a flight of stairs. Axel follows behind until we are at the top. To the right is a white door with a sign that says 2A ‘ Stay the FUCK out! ’ And to the left is a white door with 2B. I chuckle as I read the sign on the 2A’s apartment door and say, “Yeah, whoever lives there must be a ray of sunshine.”
“Believe me, he definitely is.”
He grabs the handle to 2B and opens the door to what will be my new home.
The apartment is nice. It has an open floor plan so when I walk in, I see the kitchen off to the right. I am currently standing in the living room. To the left, there is a hallway with three doors. I am assuming that they are the bedrooms and the bathroom, but all I can do is stand in place and take in the sounds of high pitch moaning. My stomach instantly turns to knots. Axel makes his way to the third door and bangs on it.
“Wrap it up, Prick, Samantha’s home.”
I can hear a muffled voices and Axel laughing as he is walking back toward the kitchen. He opens the fridge and grabs a beer, offering one to me.
“It’s only one in the afternoon.”
“True, but it’s Sunday,” he says, like that should mean something.
“I don’t consume alcohol so early in the afternoon.”
He chuckles again and shakes his head.
“I'm glad I amuse you”
“Oh, Samantha, you definitely amuse me.”
I am about to question him, but I suddenly see a blonde haired Barbie prance down the hallway with Camaron following behind.
“Hey, beautiful, you’re finally here!”
He comes barreling, over pushing aside
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