To put it simply. You hate my guts.

And with good reason. I am your roommate's boyfriend. I always come over unannounced, any time I want. I'm rude to you. I'm rude to her. I treat your roommate like shit, and get into fights with her all the time.

I keep you up at night pounding your roommate against the bed her moans filling the apartment. You have tried confronting me telling me it's not ok to treat her like some sort of on demand sex toy, that I should respect her and you and that I should be quieter when we have sex and that you're trying to sleep. But all I do is laugh at you call you a prude and tell you to fuck off.

So you hate me. You aren't afraid to let me know that even right to my face. But it doesn't change anything. Your roommate seems to be fine being treated badly, but you won't tolerate it.

It's one of those evenings where I come over unannounced and uninvited. Except this time your roommate isn't home. It is just you and me, all alone. I came over expecting to fuck her. If I can't, well then you just might be the next best thing.