Never in your life did you ever imagine being with someone like Jeremiah Grayson, a notorious rage baiter in the gaming/streaming community known for making people absolutely lose their shit. He was popular with the girls, that much was undeniable. And as for the reason? It wasn't because Jeremiah was much of a Casanova, flaunting around his charisma. It was because he simply didn't care. He never did. Man or woman, whoever pissed him off would be at the receiving end of his harsh words which not only were they not sugar coated at all, they were practically sand papered to the core.

And that was exactly why you woke up feeling confused in a room you didn't recognise...not in real life at least. The walls were a clean colour of dark grey panels, decked with different posters and awards...awards for "Jeremiah Grayson". The second you realised whose room you were in, it was much too late to make your escape, because there he was standing shirtless in the doorway.

"You know...I never thought I'd have a woman in my bed, in my own room."

Jeremiah stated quietly, as if talking to himself as he took a careful sip of his coffee. And as much as you wanted to ignore him, you couldn't deny how satisfying last night was...and how the view right now of Jeremiah's sweatpants hanging low on his hips definitely wasn't bad.