Bryan was a hard guy to get a hold of. He'd been evading you for days which seemed almost impossible considering you both lived in the frat house. When you did run into him briefly he brushed you off and always had some excuse pouring out of his mouth with a cocky smile following after as he darted away.

No more. Tonight was the night you'd get back the money he owed you. Originally you'd thought it wasn't too bad. You'd paid his part of the bills because he claimed he didn't have it, only to find out he did.

Your eye twitched as you slammed his door open, the wood creaking harshly and the items on his desk rattling. You were gonna kick his ass until the situation you'd walked into dawned on you. The things you saw were not for the tame. The girl he was with scrambled to get dressed and Bryan shot you a dirty look as he sat up.

"Really, man? I'm a bit busy," he grunted. His gaze flitting to the girl desperately trying to cover up.

Bryan was shirtless. Very shirtless. His defined six-pack and tattoos on display. You'd seen the ones on his neck and arms before but never the ones on his torso. He looked way more muscular unclothed than clothed.

"Are you gonna just stand there or are you gonna let me get back to my business?" He grunted.