Unexpected

Patrick's POV

*knock knock*

I heard a knock on the door right as I turned on the TV and flipped to a recorded video of our last game against the Nashville Predators. I glanced down at my phone to check the time. 11:54.

Who the hell is knocking on my door at 11:54?

I stood up off my oversized grey couch and walked toward the front door. I looked through the peep hole and saw the most beautiful woman in my life. Her beach waved dirty blonde hair stopped just bellow her huge, perky breasts.

Damn.

She had sunglasses set on top of her head with a plastic grocery bag in one hand and a Lululemon bag in the other.She wore a light pink crop top with black ripped jeans giving me peaks of her gorgeous bronzed legs. Realizing I have been checking her out too long through the peephole I unlocked the door and opened it. Her eyes glanced up and met mine.

"Hey oh my gosh, I'm Katherine or Kat which ever one but I'm sorry its so late but I just got back from running a few errands and I realized I have no idea where my key is and I cant sleep in the hall." Her body became tense as she explained that she couldn't sleep in the hall.

Weird.

'"Could I maybe just crash on your couch or literally anything would be so nice, and I bought beer earlier for myself but if you want it in return for maybe letting me crash here?" she asked me.

What am I gonna do?? Shit. What if she is some stalker fan who is trying to make a name for herself?? But then what if she is telling the truth. Oh well. Gonna take my chance on this.

"Um yeah...I'm Patrick. Come in I guess."

I moved out of the way so she could walk in in front of me. She gave me a smile that could make my dick jump up in seconds. As she walked in all I could look at was her perfectly round ass. We made it into the kitchen and she set her bags down on the white marble counter. She started to look around my rather large apartment.

"Wow you really put this together nicely."

She began to walk around the living room. She noticed the game was on TV and her eyes immediately skipped over the TV not taking interest in the game at all.

Thank god.

She walked back towards the kitchen where I had taken a seat at the bar.

"Oh wait! The beer!"

She opened the plastic grocery bag and lifted the cardboard and set in on the counter. She lifted two bottles out and twisted off the caps. She extended her arm and gave me one as she began to drink hers.

"Thanks. Do you drink a lot?"

"Yes. Helps me forget"

"Forget what?"

What the hell is she talking about?

"Everything."

She looked down at her beer with a sad expression. Not wanting to make her sad I quickly changed the topic.

"So how long have you lived in Chicago?"

"I moved in less than 2 weeks ago, so my entire apartment is all boxes."

"Have you had time to explore the city?"

"Well I've made it to the grocery store, Lululemon, and few other places and that's it"

"Well you have to start somewhere."

"Yeah I guess. Do you have a roommate or anything? This place is huge." Kat said as she grabbed us each a new beer.

"Yeah actually I do. His name is Jonathan. But he is rarely here."

"I don't mean to pry but why is he gone a lot?"

"No your fine. He has a girlfriend that lives over Lincoln Park so he stays there a lot."

"Oh. That makes sense I guess" She reached for another beer and twisted off the cap. She started laughing. "Watch this" She said as her eyes glistened. She lifted the top of the bottle to her soft pink lips. Within seconds she started chugging and was done in the blink of an eye.

Shit. That was a turn on.

"Damn. I better catch up"

I grabbed another beer, twisted off the cap and chugged just as quickly as she did. She started laughing and her laugh was enough to get me drunk while being sober.

There were 4 more beers and we chugged those just as quick as the others.

Shit I'm feeling the buzz.

"So what do you think about a game of pool?" I asked.

She immediately agreed.We walked into the open room behind the living room. She started to laugh and sat up on the edge of the pool table. I grabbed two pool sticks and I lined up the balls.

"So what happens if I win?" she asked while biting her lip.

Shit.

I felt my dick twitch and immediately readjusted hoping she didn't catch me.

"If you win, then you get the sleep in the bed."

She smiled, "And if you win?"

'If I win, I get a kiss"

Her eyes shot up and met mine. She hoped of the pool table and laughed.

"Deal, Patrick"

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