" A rustle of movement drew her attention to the open condo door. A tousled blonde head peered in. “Everything okay?”
“I think so.”
Amber eyes followed the destructive path of the combatants. “Men. Can’t train them to behave inside and can’t teach them to not piss on the furniture.”
Arabella’s mouth rounded in an O of surprise. Surely she’d misheard. “Pee?”
“Only my ex-boyfriend ever actually did that. He’s the reason why I moved. Fucker would get drunk, break in through the window by the fire escape, and pee on my stuff. I’d get mad. He’d apologize. We’d have wild jungle sex, and then I’d kick him out and tell him to never talk to me again.”
Still couldn’t fathom the logic. “You had sex with a guy who peed on your couch?”
“Less the couch, more like the kitchen chair, so nothing I couldn’t wipe up. And the worst part is the bastard would wait for me to wake up. I’d wander into the kitchen all oblivious like, totally in the buff, usually to find him munching one of my homemade cookies.” The crazy blonde’s brows shot up in an Aha moment. “Hey, wait a second. I wonder if that’s why he got wasted so often?”
She’d just clued in.
“He was after no-strings sex.”
“I was actually talking about the cookies, but I think your explanation is more plausible.”

-Luna & Arabella "

― Eve Langlais , When a Beta Roars (A Lion's Pride, #2)