Raunchy Roommate

  Raunchy Roommate

  Bethany Morgan

  Raunchy Roommate

  Copyright © 2018 by Bethany Morgan

  Published by Bethany Morgan

  All Rights Reserved

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  The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead is coincidental and not intended by the author.

  Contents

  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

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Chapter 51

  Chapter 52

  Chapter 53

  Chapter 54

  Chapter 55

  Chapter 56

  Chapter 57

  Chapter 58

  Chapter 59

  Chapter 60

  Chapter 61

  Chapter 62

  Chapter 63

  Chapter 64

  Epilogue

  Chapter 1

  Annabel

  "I think I have enough lipstick on already, Jess," I assured my make-up artist, swatting her hands away from applying another layer of the creamy red color onto them.

  Bartholomew was working like a maniac behind me, continuously curling every lock of my golden colored hair. I peered through my false eyelashes that were also coated with the heavy mascara to notice that my skin seemed as bronze as ever and my faded blue eyes were contrasting with the dark shadow.

  "Lucy wants you to be out on the red carpet in five minutes," Jessica informed me as she scanned the glossy iPhone that was on top of clipboard that held my itinerary. "Let's get you into that dress."

  Another quick spritz of hairspray smothered my curls, then Bartholomew extended his hand to help me get out of the director's chair in the dressing room. A tight-fitting red dress that hugged my curves was draped across my petite frame. My ankles were strapped into a pair of black stilettos and a diamond tennis bracelet was clamped around my wrist.

  I didn't know a lot about life just yet, but I did know I absolutely hated movie premieres.

  The only perk of getting all dolled up just to get your face blinded by constant flashing lights was that this was my film. That being said, I could do whatever I pleased to do since it was the movie I was the star of, along with my costar Jordan Hartford. At least this time, due to a personal request, my best friend Grace would be able to walk the red carpet with me.

  "Ready to go strut our stuff?" Grace offered, doing a celebratory shake in her green frock. I was always envious of her black hair simply because it always looked so pretty against the color green.

  I linked our arms together and pressed open the door to the trailer. "Let's do this."

  Almost immediately, all of the chants for my name grew louder and the lights began to flash. I hated getting my picture taken on the street by greasy paparazzi, but in this setting I soaked up the thrill of being the center of attention. Our hands found their way to our hips as we smiled and posed, trying our best not to sweat in this California heat.

  "Annabel McKenzie!" Keagan Peterson called, waving his hand out to grab my attention and motion me to come over. E! News has always been nice to me so I figured that I would go there for my first interview.

  "I'll be right back," I whispered into Grace's ear, allowing her to roam the red carpet as she pleased. A grin spread across my face as I glittered over to the E! News booth and I pulled Keagan in for a big hug. "Keagan! It's so nice to see you!"

  "You too, Ann! You look stunning, as usual. Very grown up. I remember interviewing you when you first moved here from Australia when you were only like fifteen," He reminisced. "And now the big nineteen is coming up, right?"

  "Yes," I mused, not being able to hide my excitement of my upcoming birthday. I loved celebrating the exiting of my mother's vagina. "I don't really want anything special, so I think I'm just going to donate any of the presents that companies send me to charity this year."

  Keagan pointed a finger at me and turned to the camera, shaking his head in disbelief. "There you have it everyone, Annabel McKenzie is officially the sweetest girl!" I giggled uncomfortably. "Well, congratulations on the new film. It must be very exciting to be a lead in a movie that is going to be up for so many awards. What was it like working with Jordan?"

  "Aw I just love Jordan! He's one of the nicest guys I've ever met. He was always pranking everyone on set but he was still very professional," I gushed. "Plus, Jordan is very nice on the eyes."

  Keagan Peterson let out a hearty chuckle. "So is there any off screen romance between the two of you?"

  I shook my head rapidly. As much as I adored Jordan, I really was not keen on the idea of having a boyfriend. "No. I'm single. I'm focusing on my career at the moment. Jordan is like my older brother."

  "Alright well good luck to you, Ann," Keagan stated, shaking my hand firmly. "It was nice seeing you again. Hopefully next time I see you is at the Oscar's."

  I just smiled, my eyes most definitely glimmering with fascination. It was my dream to win an Oscar and I knew that he was an interviewer that was well aware of my aspirations. I searched the crowd for Grace and spotted her getting a bottle of water and chatting up some boy with curly hair who seemed utterly familiar.

  "Hey," I called as I approached my best friend, reaching into the giant cooler that held free waters and grabbed a bottle for myself.

  "Oh Ann! This is Clayton Fisher," Grace introduced and I politely shook his hand, glancing into his greenish colored eyes that were staring at me with admiration. He was definitely Grace's type- cute and curly.

  "It's a pleasure to finally meet you! The boys and I love your films. We always watch them on movie nights," He told me, chuckling to himself after he finished his statement.

  "Aw, thank you! Is that an Australian accent I hear?" I questioned out of curiosity, noticing the distinct sound. I ignored his comment about 'the boys' because I had absolutely no clue what boys he was referring to.

  "Yeah! I'm from just outside of Sydney-"

  "Clay, have you seen my iPhone?" A voice asked, cutting off Clayton in the middle of the conversation and interrupting him completely. I glimpsed over to the three guys who were coming over to Clayton and recognized the culprit right away.

  Stuart Robinson.

  My st
omach dropped at the sight of him and I gripped my hand so tight against the plastic water bottle that my knuckles became white. My jaw clenched with fury just as memories from our past came flooding back through my brain.

  "Ann?" Stuart spoke in disbelief, his brown eyes widening as he did a double take.

  "Don't you dare talk to me, Stuart," I spat, stomping away from where we were crowded around and eager to get back on the carpet for once in my life. It all made sense now. His stupid band that he joined after I moved away was at the premiere. That's where I've seen Clayton before.

  Stuart chased after me; I could tell by the sound of his clunky shoes. His hand tugged on my elbow and he spun me around. "Come on, Anna, don't be like that. Don't hold all of that stuff that happened against me. Can we just forget about it and start over? I'd like to congratulate you."

  I rolled my eyes at him in disgust. "No we can't just forget about it! How do you expect me to forget about the most unforgettable event? We're not friends, Stuart. We never will be friends again. Just leave me alone and don't talk to me."

  "I never said we had to be friends, Anna," He replied, making me cringe at the use of my old nickname.

  I desperately wanted to reach up and slap his chest that was clad in such a sharp black suit. A loud growl escaped my lips. "I can't believe you had the audacity to show up here! This was supposed to be my night. You obviously knew this was my movie. Why would you ruin this for me? Are you really that inconsiderate?"

  He scoffed loudly. "Well I hate to break it to you princess but I was invited to this premiere. You're not the only person from Sydney with a successful career. My manager told us we had to make an appearance so that's exactly what we did. Don't flatter yourself too much and think that I actually wanted to come here and support you."

  I spun on my heel, letting out another groan in frustration at how annoying he was. "Wait. Ann, I'm sorry-" Stuart attempted to say while grasping my forearm. Except this time when he spun me around, the water bottle in my hands slipped and it spilled onto my dress, leaving a soaking wet patch on my stomach.

  "Look what you did!" I shrieked, pushing him away from me. Grace came rushing to my side instantly with paper towels, meaning that they had been watching this little encounter the entire time. Stuart's band came sprinting over to us as well, offering me some more cloths to dry off my dress.

  "Shit. Ann, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to make you wet," Stuart apologized, but then him and his band mate with colored hair snickered at his last word, making it into some dirty joke.

  I dabbed the towels against the red satin material to absorb some of the water, but nothing seemed to be working. I lifted a hand to my temple and pressed against the foundation covered skin to suppress my stress. With a heavy sigh, I glimpsed up at Stuart in annoyance. "Why don't you do me a favor and go to Hell?"

  His reaction to my furious words were priceless. Stuart Robinson was completely awestruck by the ice in my tone. I didn't care if the immature Stuart was offended, he was one of the only people on the Earth that I truly hated.

  Grace shuffled me away from him, waving a quick goodbye to Clayton. A reporter who must have been a bystander to the affair raced up towards me, sticking a cold microphone up to my lips. "Miss McKenzie, do you have anything you'd like to say about what just happened with the bass player from 5 Seconds of Summer?"

  I smiled sweetly at the correspondent. "The bass player is an asshole and I have no affiliation with Mr. Robinson or with his band. Thank you."

  Chapter 2

  Stuart

  "When were you going to tell us that you were friends with Annabel McKenzie?" Benjamin hissed, his blonde eyebrows knitted together in utter confusion.

  My eyes never diverted their gaze away from her as she sauntered off in her stained dress, muttering profanities about me to her friend. As stupid as it sounds, I was shocked to see her at her film premiere. Well, I was more just shocked to see her in general. She was beautiful when we were young but man, puberty was very generous to Annabel. It's just a shame that she is too stubborn to forget about my mistakes.

  "Not just any Annabel McKenzie either. The Annabel McKenzie. Also known as one of the hottest girls in the universe," Bradley added, licking his lips like a meathead.

  I rolled my eyes at them. "Look, we're not friends, okay? We used to be a long time ago. But I screwed up and she never forgave me and you can clearly see she hates me. I mean I'm not too fond of Annabel either, she's an annoying brat, but I understand why she hates me so much."

  Clayton sent me a disapproving glance. "And she hates you so much because...?"

  My jaw clenched with anger as a sense of nostalgia swept through my veins. I didn't want to talk about the incident. All it ever does is fill me with regret. "It doesn't matter why. She just hates me. Leave it at that."

  Our extremely unusually dressed bodies scurried towards the entrance of the theatre, not bothering to stop for anymore interviews or pose for anymore pictures. I wasn't in the mood to do so anyways, I felt like I had just been hit by a train made out of pure gold. We settled into our plush seats and got situated, preparing to view the next chick flick that would be sweeping the nation in a matter of months.

  "Care to explain to us what this is?"

  A glossy magazine was slapped down onto the glass table, one that was so clean and pristine that you could see my legs through the translucent top of it perfectly. Annabel and I both skimmed over the front cover, the bold letters of the title catching my attention. Stuart and Annabel: The Newest Enemies in Hollywood. Underneath was some crap from an exclusive source that claims I purposely dumped water onto her and how she called me an asshole. The second one was most likely true.

  Annabel sighed from her seat in the black leather chair next to me and pushed the magazine out of her view. We had been called into the office for an emergency meeting with our publicists and management, but I honestly felt like we were at the principal's office as middle-schoolers again. "It's not my fault he's such a pain! I can't be nice to someone I hate."

  "Hate is such a strong word, Anna," I teased, smirking at her just to piss her off even more.

  She growled at me through gritted teeth. "That's exactly why I used it, Stu."

  "Enough," Keagan interjected before I could comment on her use of my old nickname. "I don't care about whether or not you two actually like each other, you are going to act like you do. With Annabel's new movie and 5SOS's second album coming out, we can't have any bad press out there that could wreck the sales."

  "And how do you expect us to pretend we like each other? Ann isn't that good of an actress," I sneered, making a gasp escape her mouth at an astonishing loud volume. I was lying. She was extremely talented. I just wanted to retaliate.

  Her dainty hand collided with my cheek, initiating a sting on the surface of my tan skin. "What the Hell?" I whined, lifting my calloused palms to touch my face and stop the throbbing.

  Lucy, Ann's manager, threw her hands up in the air in frustration. "This is the kind of behavior that is not, under any circumstances, tolerated. Do you understand? You are both our clients and we happen to have the same management team. You can't have issues with each other or else you will both be dropped and lose all connections and endorsements you have made through us."

  I opened my mouth to protest but was silenced by Samantha, one of the publicists who always sported purple toned lipstick that often stained her two front teeth. "That being said, we've bought a small beach house in Malibu for the two of you to live in for the summer while you are both on your breaks. Hopefully being roommates will make you settle your arguments. There will be a press conference where you say you pretended to fight at the premiere to try and cover up that you are now roommates."

  "What?" Annabel screamed, choking on her own saliva. "I can't live with him! This totally isn't fair!"

  "If you two didn't cause such a riot in the media with the little stunt you pulled then this wouldn't have happened. Annabel, you are now a big 5 S
econds of Summer fan. Stuart, you are now a Annabel McKenzie supporter. And the two of you are roommates. Consider this probation." Her golden brown hair cascaded down her back as she crossed her sunkissed arms across her chest. She was pouting like the brat she is. I huffed loudly from my seat. "This is crap. What about the guys? Are they living with us too? I need to be with my friends."

  "No, this is just for you and Annabel. It's like a little therapy session. Your friends are welcome to come over, but they are not allowed to move in," Lucy stated firmly, narrowing her gray colored eyes at the two of us.

  Anger pumped through my veins. I was constantly surrounded by my best mates. Not having them just down the hall from me was going to kill me. How was I expected to enjoy my time off and do album promotion when I'm not even with my band?

  A shiver ran down my spine as a gust of wind blew in from the open window, tickling my exposed arms from the muscle tank I was wearing today. Annabel still hadn't even murmured a word and I could tell she was creating some evil plot to get us out of this mess already.

  I sighed, finally giving in to my boss's orders and retreating from the internal battle for dominance in my life. "Well, when do we move in?"