I was sitting at our shared dining table, scrolling through TikToks as I drank my morning coffee, which admitally is more chocolate flavored creamer than it is coffee. I have the day off for the first time in a while since graduating college and starting my first temp job. Since Austin is also busy with his work, we haven't had the time to enjoy each other's company. The only time we really act like a couple is when we're together in bed. Tonight I have decided to do something special and I have plans to make us dinner. 'It'll be nice to have a romantic night for once.' I'm going to make all of his favorite foods and wear his favorite dress that he bought for me because he said it fit me better than my typical attire. 'I hope he isn't too tired when he gets home…'
I was taken out of my thoughts as a notification popped over my FYP.
Auss <3:
Hey, how's your morning going?
Me:
It's quiet, too early even for the birds to be chirping. Hbu?
I sip on my coffee while I wait for his reply. He's not an amazing texter so it usually takes him forever to respond. I flip over to my Dm's on TikTok with Ethan and am hit with a barrage of excitation points and question marks. Maybe I had been a little extra with sending him TikToks this morning.
PrincessEthan:
Y dafuq r u up so fucking early! My Dad doesn't even wake up this early!
SailorScoutNat:
You know about the bird and the worm, right?
PrincessEthan:
Keep your worm! I'm turning off my notifications thx 2 u!
PrincessEthan:
I love you! Just go back to bed!
Plz! Enjoy your day off for fucking once!
I laugh as I look out the window, the sun has barely risen, painting the sky in pastels. I'm normally not an early riser, but this new job has my body clock on its time. Very inconvenient for my days off when I need that extra sleep. I go back to my texts with Austin, rereading our flirty banter and roleplay we have sent each other throughout the week. Another way we act like a couple while away. I see the double check marks pop up, which means he read my message. I see the three dots pop up then go away. I let out a heavy sigh as I stared at our messages. I don't know why my stomach curls every time I see those text bubbles disappear and reappear. I know it doesn't have to mean anything, but I guess it's a trauma we all got from our teenage years.
Suddenly a message appears and my stomach drops through the earth, confirming my worries.
Auss <3:
It's been alright
Auss <3:
We need to talk.
As I turn over, my hand glides over the silky feeling of sheets. The texture of them is softer than any of the hotels I've stayed at. Slowly I open my eyes, which is a harder task than it should be. It's as if my eyes were glued together. It takes a moment for my glazed vision to clear and I take in the unfamiliar ceiling. Black tiles with a white ceiling fan moving slowly as it hangs. I turned my head to the side, to my relief, no one was sleeping next to me.
I snap straight up. "Where am I?" I ask myself as I look around. I'm alone in the middle of a huge bed, a dark grey comforter engulfing me. There are still stars in the sky as I look out the window lined wall. As my head caught up to my body, it sent pains throughout my forehead. I felt as if my head was going to split in two. As I grabbed onto the back of my head, trying to hold it together, I noticed I was no longer in the clothes that I was in the night before, but instead was in only a white button up as their replacement. On closer examination I still, in fact, had my underwear and bra on, which gave me a minimal amount of relief.
I peered over to the glass nightstand and noticed my phone was faced down. I slowly reached over through the pain coursing through my head. I turned my phone over and tapped the screen to wake it, but the screen remained black. 'Of course, it's dead.' I'm not the greatest at making sure my phone is always charged, but this makes me even curse at myself.
I sit back into the bed, resting my head on the headboard. 'Alright, let's assess the situation. Hungover? Got it. Location? A mystery. Clothes? MIA with only my bra and panties still standing. Phone? Dead on arrival. I've never had a one night stand before, so I'm unsure of what to do. I assume, normally one would just make a graceful retreat home, but I don't see my clothes on the ground. I also don't know where I am and without my phone, I can't get an uber nor directions home.' I facepalm, which only causes my head to ring more. 'How am I this stupid?' I'm jolted out of my thoughts when there's a quiet knock on the door.
"Are you awake? May I come in?" The man's voice from last night echoed throughout the room.
I cover myself with the comforter, to save whatever fading dignity I still had. "Y-yes." My hoarse voice made me notice how dry my throat was.
Slowly the door opened and the tall man entered. The lights from the city lit his figure as he got close. He was now wearing a loose, grey tee shirt with what I assumed to be a sports team logo on it. His slacks were replaced by black sweatpants that hugged his body nicely. 'It's criminal to look that good in sweats.' I thought to myself as I glanced up to his face. His slicked back hair was now loose curls framing his cheeks, somehow not looking like bed head. When he got closer I noticed he had a clear glass in his hand.
"I thought you might be in need of this once you woke up." He leans down and hands me the glass of water, the ice cubes clinking against the glass container.
"Thanks" I say as I take the water, releasing my hold on the cover. The fabric pooling around my lap.
He holds out his other hand and there's two white pills in his palm. "I brought you some painkillers." I stare at his palm for a moment, deciding if I should take random pills from a stranger. "They're ibuprofen, I hope that's okay." He says, noticing my hesitation.
'If he wanted to drug me and do something criminal, he would've done so already.' I nod and he drops the pills into my noticeably smaller palm. I pop the pills to the back of my throat and take a small sip of the water. As I swallow, an audible gulp echoes through my throat. Slightly embarrassed, I bring the cold glass to my lips and chug the rest down, my body realizing this is what it was missing.
When I'm done with the glass, he takes it with his long fingers and sets it on the nightstand beside my phone. He gently sits on the edge of the bed, making the spot I'm sitting rise slightly. He turns to me, the city lights creating a sparkle in his black eyes. "I'm sorry that your phone died, I was going to charge it, but I unfortunately don't use the same charger as you." He reached out his hand and moved a piece of hair out of my face. "How are you feeling? Feel better after your nap?"
I blush and look down. "I-I'm fine, my head hurts, but that's par for the course I guess." I look to the side. "W-What time is it?"
"Five in the morning, you were asleep for an hour or two. Is there somewhere you need to be? I can make sure you get there on time."
I shake my head and my eyes trail to his lap. "I don't usually work weekends. I'm just trying to piece together my timeline from last night." I look up to meet his eyes and he's watching me closely with a smile. I blush and quickly divert my gaze. "D-did we?" My voice trails off as I get flustered with myself for having to ask.
He chuckles at my question as he allows the piece of hair he moved out of my face to fall through his fingers. "Despite your insistence, we did not. I had no plan to sleep with someone as intoxicated as you were last night. Did you truly only have a few drinks?"
I hide my eyes with my fingers. "I swear, I only had one mixed drink and two seltzer before that drink I chugged." I groan. "I should've never had that last drink you bought me."
I feel the bed move as he leans back, I peek through my fingers and see that he's looking down, seeming almost disappointed. "I'm sorry that you felt pressured into getting a drink you couldn't handle because of me."
I instinctively grabbed his hand, which rested on the bed between us. "Oh no, that's not what I meant, sorry. I only meant I should've given it more thought before choosing a random drink like that. Especially knowing my tolerance, or the lack of." I felt my face redden as I realized I had held onto his hand tightly. I quickly retract my hand back into my chest. "So really, it was my fault for being so irresponsible. I'm glad I wasn't with a creep who wouldn't have ignored my advances." I peek up at him through my embarrassment. "Though I would like to know how shameless I was to you last night. How ashamed should I be?" I ask with a meek voice bracing myself for his response.
As he opened his mouth, a grumbling noise echoed throughout the room. It took a moment before I realized it was my stomach. After visibly trying to stifle his laughter with his fist, he snorted. I quickly pull the comforter over my head and roll onto my side away from him. 'Just kill me now.' I feel a pat on my shoulder a moment later. "How about I fill you in on the events of last night over some food? I had ordered some before you fell asleep to try to sober you up." I stayed under the covers for a while, letting my shame fade away, before I sat up. I felt him gently tug the blanket off of my head, revealing an ear to ear smile plastered across his face.
"Stop smiling like that." I pout. "It's not funny."
He chuckles as he stands up. "Nope, not at all." He holds out his hand to me. "Now let's get you something before your stomach devours itself." I placed my hand in his and he helped me out of his bed. Once I stood up, he cleared his voice. "U-um, I know you didn't care about it last night, but would you like some pants?" His face reddened slightly as he shifted his eyes away. I look down, remembering I'm only in one of his shirts. Both the sleeves and bottom helm hangs past my knees, with the top two buttons undone from my evaluation earlier. He runs his free hand through his hair. "They might be really big on you, but I have another pair of sweats you could wear." He looks down at me waiting on my reply.
When I examine his expression, I realized I haven't really seen him thoroughly flustered before now. An idea pops into my head as I remember him laughing at my embarrassment before. 'I want to pay him back.'
"Nah, I'm okay, if you're okay." I raise my free hand in a shrugging motion.
His eyes widened with shock. "I-I mean, if you're fine with it, then I am too. I just want to make sure you're comfortable as my guest." The concern in his voice makes me soften my tone slightly.
"I'm not a voyeur or anything, this shirt actually covers more skin than what I was wearing last night." I state nonchalantly.
"Fair enough," He lightly tugs my hand as he walks towards the door. "Let's get you fed."
When we walk out into the main room, I feel like I've walked into one of those dream apartment magazines real estate agents try to make you believe are in your budget. The layout is pretty open, the living room only separated from the kitchen by the marbled island that seemed to serve as a bar and the white couch that was facing the opposite direction. In the corner was a spiral staircase, which led to the second story. The colors of the walls, floor and decor were in a monotone scheme. There was still that tell sign a guy decorated this space from the lack of decorations on the walls. 'I guess that doesn't change no matter how much you have in your pockets.'
He led me over to the bar, which was covered in take out boxes and bags. I peered up at him with my eyebrow cocked. "Did you think I ate like a horse?"
He cleared his throat again and pointed to the food firmly. "I didn't know which animal you ate like, according to Google, women these days are always on some obscure diet or something. I didn't know if you had food allergies, didn't eat meat, only ate meat, or what your preference on cuisine was." He explained moving his finger back and forth as he talked. "I wanted to make sure you had something you could eat."
I snorted while taking in his overthinking habit. "Well, for future drunks you bring home, nachos or a sandwich will suffice just fine."
"Well, lucky for me, I don't make a habit of bringing drunkards back to my home. That was a service I provided solely to you."
I blush at his response, I quickly glance through the mountain of food and grab an order of french fries and cheese sticks. "T-there I go, now you pick." I motion to the boxes.
He shakes his hand to my gesture. "I've already eaten, but please eat your fill."
I narrow my eyes as I look up at him. "You got all of this food, yet you're going to make me eat alone?"
He snickers at my expression. "Fine, if I must, I'll eat some of whatever you grabbed. Let's sit on the couch so you can be comfortable. I'm sure your feet are sore after wearing those shoes all night."
I look over at the white couch and I worry that, even though I'm a grown adult who's been feeding herself for years, will make a mess and stain this most definitely expensive piece of furniture. Before I can think too long, he gently pushes against the small of my back in the direction of the couch.
I climb into the soft cushion and lean my back into the seat, naturally I bring my legs into the seat with me, sitting in a crisscross. Before he sits down he grabs the remote to the flatscreen I hadn't noticed as it was black against a black wall. He sits beside me leaving a comfortable amount of space between us. As he leans back into the seat he extends his long legs underneath the coffee table.
He turns to me and holds out the remote. "What would you like to watch while you eat?"
I shake my head. "We can watch whatever, there's no way you want to watch my weeb shit."
"Weeb?" He raises an eyebrow. "What does that mean?"
"I-It's a term for people who watch anime." I explain, embarrassed at myself for casually using nerdy slang.
"Ah," He nods. "My brother watches some of those, I've never really sat down and watched one." He tries to put the remote in my hand. "Pick one you'd recommend."
I push it back to him. "Maybe another time, maybe we should just watch youtube?"
"Well, then comes the problem." He chuckles at my suggestion. "What do we watch on Youtube?"
I try to quickly think of what I usually watch when I eat. "Do you like Gordan Ramesy?"
He smiles and nods. "Fuckin' ell I do." He imitates. "Top Hell's Kitchen moments it is then."
He puts on a random compilation and sets down the remote between us. We watch for a moment. When I felt he wasn't paying attention to me, I opened the to-go box that I had set between us. I grab a fry and take a bite of half. It was lukewarm and kind of soggy, but because of my hangover it tasted perfect.
He cocks his head towards my direction. "Of all the take out you could've picked, you picked fries?"
"My hangover wants what it wants." I pop the rest of the fry into my mouth and stare at him while I chew.
"Touché." He grabs a couple of fries and pops them in his mouth. "Speaking of which, do you not eat meat?"
I shake my head. "Nah, I do. I wouldn't consider myself a meat lover, but if it's chicken or fish I'll eat it."
He nods as he listens. "And anything you don't eat or are allergic to?"
I pick up a mozzarella stick and take a bite. Somehow it was still warm so the cheese hung from my mouth to the uneaten piece. "Not allergic to anything that I know of. Generally I don't like pork, eggs or cheese."
He raises his eyebrow and points to the string of cheese hanging from my mouth. "Is that not cheese?"
"Mozzarella sticks don't count, I don't make the rules." I put the rest of the cheese stick into my mouth.
He laughs as he eats some more fries. "I believe you do ma'am."
"Between the two of us, I believe you look like the one who makes rules, not I." I point back and forth at us.
"I don't know, last night you were pretty demanding. I would think you're used to bossing people around."
I feel my ears heat up. "Was I that bad?..." I squinted as I braced for his answer.
He chuckles. "Well I'll say this, if I wasn't a half decent man, we would have shared a bed last night."
"Oh no, what did I do?" I cringe.
He explains that I fell asleep in his car on the way here. When we reached the parking lot I was just waking up. He says as he was trying to unbuckle me to help me into the apartment, I kissed his neck and started to unbutton his shirt, while he was trying to stop me I grabbed his private.
"You're pretty courageous while intoxicated." He snickers as I hide my face into the couch.
He said to stop me from undressing us in the parking lot, he scooped me up in his arms and carried me into the building. He put me down as we stepped into the elevator, while he was pressing the button to bring us up I apparently flipped up my skirt to flash him. He quickly tugged my skirt down so I didn't flash the cameras in the elevator. My sexual harassment didn't stop once we got into his apartment.
Once the door was closed, I apparently stripped out of my shirt and threw it at him and leaned into him unbuttoning his shirt the rest of the way.
"We're finally alone, so now you can do what you want to me." He says seductively trying to mimic my drunk self. "I have to admit." I hide my face with my hands. "To any other man on this planet, that would've been enough to make him cave."
He continues as he moves the now empty take out boxes onto the coffee table, saying he covered me with his shirt and led me to the couch. As he was getting me a glass of water and trying to figure out what I wanted to eat, I apparently took off the bottom part of my outfit. He said when he turned around I was drifting off again. He said he only had enough time to button up his shirt before I was passed out.
My whole body is hot from the cringe. 'If I was a man and did all of that, I would be locked up.' I feel so bad I put him through that. I look away, unable to face him. "I'm so sorry I basically assaulted you. I can understand if you want me to leave as soon as possible." I tug the shirt down to make sure I'm covering enough skin. "Despite you being a perfect gentleman, I was a total creep."
He grabs on to my chin and turns my face towards him. "I wouldn't say I was the perfect gentleman." He says softly as he runs his thumb across my bottom lip. "I quite liked what little I saw of you last night. You don't know how hard it was to hold back from your advances. Some of them I didn't stop right away. I had to come back to my senses a lot." He leans in closer. "You ma'am, are like a whirlpool, you were making me question my morals the whole night and causing my world to spin."
I glanced up at him, his black eyes darkened as he seemingly couldn't move his gaze away from my lips. "I'm glad I didn't make you lose your patience." I lean in closer almost in a trance. "Drunk sex isn't my favorite way to meet someone."
He snickers, the air from his breath tickling my lips. "It's not mine either." He looks into my eyes, waiting on my response. "We barely learned each other's names last night." He grins slyly. "Do you happen to remember mine?"
"T-Theodore…?" I breathe though it feels like I'm breathless.
He smiles as he moves his hand from my chin to my cheek. My ear rests between his index and thumb. "So Natalie, you remember our kiss?" His tone deepens.
"Maybe..." I whisper, my senses remembering the sensations from last night.
"Then you should know what I'm waiting for." He leans in closer to where our lips are almost touching. "I know for a fact, you're good at asking for what you want."
"That was just the alcohol." I deflect. The smell of his body wash fills my nose as I take a deep breath to answer him. "I want you... to kiss me, please~"
Not a second later, his lips were on mine. As I close my eyes, I'm reminded of our passionate kiss last night and my body aches for more. 'It definitely wasn't just the alcohol, this man's kisses are addicting.' His gentle pecks gradually became firmer, wetter. Gently, his hand that was on my cheek, was now pushing my chin down, causing me to open my mouth. Slowly, between his tender kisses, he inserts his tongue into my mouth.
"Mmph!" I stiffen, the sensation one I'm not used to kissing in general, let alone french kissing. 'Is this how kissing normally goes? I've only kissed someone because they wanted it…and they were all closed-mouthed.'
Sensing my tension, Theodore places his hand on my side, reassuring me. He waits patiently as I get comfortable with the presence of his tongue. I nervously touch the tip of mine to his and he gently swirls his tongue around mine. His tongue was soft and flavored like mints, even though he just ate french fries. He explored my mouth as if he wanted to pinpoint where each and every taste bud laid. My head felt light, almost as if I were intoxicated by his skilled tongue. I felt lust take over my mind, causing my body to crave more. I grabbed onto his shirt, needing to anchor myself to something before I floated away. His rock hard chest grounded me as the electricity flowing throughout my body became so intense, I felt I could faint. A feeling I've never experienced before was growing somewhere deep inside of my body causing my mind to flicker.
Suddenly he takes my tongue into his mouth and sucks on it, like it was a lollipop. "Mmm~" I feel my nerves ache causing a small moan to escape from deep inside me.
"Fuck~" He groans in response as he slides me closer into him. He takes my tongue out of his mouth and returns to softly kissing me with his lips. His delicate kisses cause me to crave his touch even more.
He pushes against me once more and I try to brace myself with the back of the couch, but instead fall backwards onto my back. He falls with me, but catches himself on the back of the couch.
"Haaa~" I breathlessly peek up at him as he towers over me, making me take a deep breath as I examine him through glazed over eyes. He wipes his glistening mouth with his thumb, seeming to have to catch his breath as well. 'I almost forgot how to breathe, how can kissing feel this amazing?' As he leaned down slightly he pressed his knee, that slid between my legs as we fell, against my sensitive bud. "Ahh~" A moan escaped my lips as the shocks from my clit caused my body to tremble.
He placed his free arm beside my head as he lowered himself down. He took his hand off of the back of the couch and hooked his fingers around the first button that was still fashioned. "Just so you know," His deep growl making me tremble beneath him. "I don't like being used for you to get over someone else." I look into his eyes with slight confusion. He snickers as he undoes each of the buttons of my shirt at a torturous pace. "If I remember right, you wanted to get under me to forget about someone."
I blink in confusion, realizing I haven't thought about my breakup this entire time. I was barely able to get up yesterday from the grief I felt, but while I was with this stranger, all those feelings melted away. Even with Ethan's support, I was unable to think about anything other than my heartbreak. 'How did he make it so easy?'
"Haa, you drift into space far too easily, you're missing what's happening right in front of you." He chuckles as I come out of my thoughts. When I look down he's releasing the last button from his fingertips. He lifts my upper body with one hand on my back and slips my arms out of the shirt, leaving me in only my underwear. "When you're underneath me," He leans down and kisses my neck. "I want to be all that you think about."
He trails his tongue to my ear and sucks the lobe into his tinder lips. I feel him chuck the shirt across the room as he moves his knee away from my privates. "I would have never expected matching pink laced underwear from what you were wearing last night. Maybe a garter belt or something scary." I peer down and see the pastel lace against my pale body. 'Thank you me from yesterday, you didn't wear granny panties.'
"Ahh!" As I was thanking myself I felt his hand underneath me pull my lower half onto his lap.
"What did I just say about drifting?" I blush as I feel his length pressed against me. He's hard and it feels nice as it's rubbing me. His kisses softly trail down my neck until he's right above my cleavage. "May I kiss you here?" His breath tickles my skin. I nod as the sensations start to become too much for me to bear. "That's not good enough, beautiful, I need to hear you give me permission."
I look down at him and his eyes are brimming with excitement. "Please~" I whimper. He grinds himself against me harder, I can feel his raging member through his sweatpants. The anticipation causes me to grind with him. I've never felt this urge before, it feels like if he doesn't touch me, my body will explode.
"Mmm~ Please?" He groans as I feel his hand on my back move lower, causing my anticipation to hit its peak. "Please what?"
"Haa~" I groaned. "Please touch me, everywhere~" Not a second later he kisses the top of my cleavage and slowly he releases one of my breasts from my bra by tugging the cloth with his teeth. Seeing him accomplish such a thing causes my insides to go wild.
He kisses the side of the freed breast. "Your breasts are so beautiful, though I don't know how you carry them with how small your waist is." I feel his hand move into my underwear, grabbing my ass. "Your ass is amazing too. I don't know which I like more."
I cover my face with my arm, trying to hide my flustered expression. "It's just fat, nothing amazing." I deflect. "Eeek!" I feel him suck my sensitive nub into his mouth. He starts flicking it playfully, as if he was writing his name with his tongue. "Fuck!" I moan loudly, bucking into him. I feel my body redden from hearing that sound leave my body involuntarily.
"I disagree, your body is heavenly." He moans as he releases my breast from his lips.
"I-I was told they were way too big. My ex-" I gasp as he takes my nipple between his teeth and pulls his head back, leading my breast away from me. As he lets go, my breast bounces against myself. I feel him move his hand from my ass and grab my arm. He holds it above my head tightly.
"What did I tell you?" He leans down and kisses me tenderly before I could answer his question. He lifts up and looks intensely into my eyes. "Think of only us while you're underneath me." He presses his body weight on me, pushing me into the cushion. Though I usually get scared of being pushed down, his warmth makes me feel so relaxed, almost like a weighted blanket. 'If he wanted to, he could use his strength to do what he pleased. Yet he's being as gentle as he can.' The thought of him being able to pin me down with ease makes me shiver. 'That's... Hot.' He watches me tremble below him when he suddenly looks up and his whole body flinches.
"Oliver!?" He yells as he sits up. "How long were you going to just stand there? What the fuck are you doing here at this hour?"
I look up and see the man who is on top of me also in the doorway. He had messy hair past his shoulders, and silver piercings in his ears and bottom lip. He had an oversized white tee shirt over his black jeans. Other than his fashion sense, he was an exact copy of Theodore. I quickly readjust my bra and cover myself with my hands.
"I was told to fuck off, so I'll be crashing here again." The doppelganger answers, ignoring my presence, his voice similar, but hoarser.
"A head's up would've been preferable." Theodore stands up and blocks me from Oliver's vision. "I gave you that key for emergencies only." He flings his hand around, angrily as he talks.
Oliver shrugs and makes eye contact with me. "Letting your only brother sleep on the streets isn't an emergency enough?" He scoffs.
Feeling the awkwardness I searched around for something to cover up with. 'Of course, a man wouldn't have blankets or pillows on the couch.' I looked on the floor for the shirt I was wearing. 'It doesn't cover much, but it's better than sitting in my underwear in front of a random person.'
"Not when the threat of you being homeless happens every time you get in trouble. Which has been every couple of months this past year." Theodore puts his head in his hand. When I finally spot the shirt my stomach drops, the brother is standing on it. 'Why'd he throw it so far?' "You also reek of cigarettes." Theodore comments as he waves his hand side to side.
The brother notices I'm fidgeting and peers down. He sees the shirt at his feet and kicks it over with his foot. As I reach down to grab the shirt I feel his eyes on my every move. For some reason it feels hostile and cold.
"I'm sorry, it seems you prefer the smell of fish." He says harshly as he glares at me. "That's all I can smell right now."
I cringed at his comment and quickly put on the shirt to cover up, becoming uncomfortable.
"Oliver!" Theodore yells.
Oliver blows him off with a hand gesture. "Whatever, doesn't involve me. Just get your money's worth this time." He ignores Theodore's yelling and walks up the stairs. The slamming of a door echoed through the apartment.
He turns to me running his hands through his hair. "I'm sorry for my brother, he never learned manners or how to act like a human being." He glances down, truly looking remorseful.
I shake my head as I hold the button up closed. "It's fine, clearly he's having a bad day." I point to the door. "I can leave if I can just get my clothes, I'm sure I can find a taxi to take me home so you can be with him."
His expression noticeably turns into disappointment. He pats my head. "There's no need for you to take a taxi, I'll drive you home. If you're still comfortable with my company, of course." He points to his bedroom. "I put your clothes in the towel warmer after I washed them. It's in the bathroom. I was going to redress you when you threw them off, but for the life of me I couldn't figure out how. Hard to believe, I know, but women's clothes are a mystery to me."
"HaAH" I give an awkward laugh as my reply and quickly head towards the bathroom. The bathroom was sparkling clean, a huge glass shower taking half of the room, the other wall was a full length mirror surrounded by light bars. The sink was one of those waterfall faucets that never seemed like it would wash your hands well.
As I examined myself in the mirror, I noticed that my make up was washed off. He must have wiped it off when he put me to bed last night. I looked at my hair and my bedhead was unreal. It seemed as if I got into a fight with cousin It and she kicked my ass. I looked around and saw a hair brush on the counter. 'If he was fine with licking my tongue, I'm sure he doesn't mind me using some of his stuff.' I used his brush to straighten out my hair again. I used a little bit of his cologne so I don't smell like a bar… or a fish.
Under the sink was what I assumed to be the towel warmer. It looked like a small clothes dryer. I pressed a button to open it and grabbed my clothes. I abandoned the fishnets and just put everything else on. Without my makeup and fishnets I think I look pretty ordinary. I searched around for the dirty laundry to put the borrowed shirt in, but couldn't find it. I folded the dirty shirt and sat it on the sink that I had cleaned from my use. 'Don't want him thinking I'm a slob.'
I let out a long sigh as I looked in the mirror, preparing myself for the awkwardness that was awaiting me. As I left the bathroom, I noticed the sun had risen, covering the bedroom in a hue of orange. I grab my dead phone and walk out of the bedroom, cautiously.
As I walked out, the longhaired brother was sitting at the bar gawking at the food pile. He drew on his cigarette, creating a bright cherry. As he blew out the smoke he noticed me. He gestured at the boxes. "I know fat girls can eat, but goddamn." He scoffed. "Is that your payment instead of the usual fifty?"
'Ouch' Though his comment hurt, I tried to shrug it off. It makes me uneasy that he has the same face, but says such hurtful things. I knew I wouldn't have to deal with him long, so I know it doesn't really matter what he says. I anxiously searched around for Theodore, but he wasn't in sight.
"He's getting ready upstairs, don't look so terrified. You're the one who chose this job." As he stood up he took another drag. He walked over and glared down at me as he blew the dark smoke in my face. Though I was uneasy and wanted to cough, I felt the urge to hold my ground and not show weakness. He leaned down to where I could feel his breath on my neck. "You could always service me as well if you want. I'll have my brother pay you double."
"I'm not a whore." I mumbled under my breath.
"Hmm, what was that?" I feel him grab the small of my back, bringing into his chest.
Rage fueling my voice I speak up. "I said I'm not a whore, you prick!" I shove him away as hard as I could, but it felt like I was pushing against a wall.
"You're not?" He snorts. "Your outfit told me otherwise. That poor fabric looks like it's about to burst trying to hold all of you." He shrugged. "If you're with my brother you're probably a gold digger, so really it's the same thing."
I brushed him with my shoulder as I walked to the doorway. My boots are neatly sitting beside each other. I reach in and make sure my wallet and keys are inside them, which they are. 'Fuck it, I'll get a taxi and just have Ethan spot me once I get home. I feel bad just running away, but there's no reason for me to get this second degree from a stranger.' As I reached for the doorknob, I felt a hand on my shoulder. 'This fucking asshole.' I turned around with my hand raised, ready to smack his smartass. Once I looked up and saw Theodore, I stopped my swing, hugging my hand into my chest.
"I'm sorry I was taking too long. I didn't realize you were in a hurry to leave." He glances down at me with concern. He's in another button up, only black, with matching black jeans. He smells freshly shaven, but my anger overrides my love for masculine scents at the moment. He grabs my cheek and unconsciously I move my head away. "Are you okay?"
I covertly glanced over at his brother who sat back down. He's eating out of a take out box, but is clearly just trying to look like he's not listening. I take a deep breath and calm down. 'No point in causing a rift between his brother over some random girl he met at a club.' I shake my head. "I'm fine, I'm sorry. I just thought my cat is probably going crazy with me gone this long. She gets lonely while I'm away for long. I'd just like to get back to her, ASAP."
He nodded and opened the door, his hand still on my shoulder. "No feline left behind then." He gestures to the door and I rush out, shooting an unnoticed glare at Oliver, who is sneaking a puff of his cigarette. Theodore pokes his head back into the door. "You! Stop smoking in my house! That shit is fucking disgusting!"
As we waited for the elevator to bring us to the ground floor, you could slice the awkward silence with a knife. I just look down, clicking my boots together in my hands. I felt his body heat as he leaned into my shoulder.
"You can go ahead and put on your shoes." He rubs my back and holds out his hand for me to use it as support. "I'll make sure we get there fast, so no need for you to walk barefooted."
I shrug and push his hand away. "We're just walking to your car, no point putting on these uncomfortable shoes for a short walk."
"What about the germs all over the ground?" He asks softly. 'I guess rich kids don't run around barefooted.' "I don't want you getting sick or stabbing yourself with something."
"Fine, whatever." I snap, harsher than I meant to. I dump my wallet and keys on the floor beside me. I prop myself on the wall and slide my bare feet into my boots. Once on, I stomp them on the ground to make sure my feet are in all the way. I picked up my keys and wallet and shoved them back into the side of my boot. As I stood back up Theodore was holding out my phone to me.
"I could've held your stuff for you." He says softly as he places my phone in my hand.
"It's fine." I replied as the elevator doors opened. I quickly walked out and headed to the exit. I pushed the door open and walked to the parking lot. I tried looking for his fancy car, in the sea of fancy cars, but because of my height, I couldn't see very far. He tapped my shoulder and motioned for me to follow him.
As we walked to his car, he placed his hand on my back. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine." I respond finally realizing I've been taking my frustration out on him. 'It's not his fault, his brother's a prick, or that his brother shares his face.' A pit in my stomach grew out of my guilt. 'He's been nothing but courteous to me the whole night and this is how I treat him.'
When we reached his car he opened the door for me. I can't make eye contact with him out of my feeling of shame. I sat down and he reached over to buckle me in again. "I'm sorry that I made you uncomfortable, I'll make sure you get home safe like was originally planned." He says, his voice full of remorse.
I feel my heart crush as his words sink in. As he leaned out of the car I grabbed onto his hand and peek up at him. "I'm sorry, it wasn't anything you did, yet I'm taking it out on you." Tears feel like they could fall at any moment, but I'm praying to any God that will listen that they let me hold them in. "I'm really sorry."
Suddenly he grabs my hand in his and leans back down. "To say you have a lot on your plate would be an understatement, so don't worry about saving my feelings." He kisses my hand. He gently releases it and closes the door. "I just want you to be safe and comfortable."
The drive to my apartment was still quiet after my outburst, the sounds of Lo-fi creating an awkward relaxment in the air. After awhile. he clears his throat and turns down the music. I glance over to his long fingers turning the dials.
"Did my brother say something to you perhaps?" I look down, not wanting to answer. He grabs my hand and rubs it gently. "You can tell me, I know my brother can be a dick."
I tilt my head to the side as I look out the window, debating on what I should say. After a moment I responded. "Look, you don't need a one-night stand coming between the two of you. There's a microscopic chance we will ever see each other again, so what's the point?"
I feel him bring my hand to his lips and give it a gentle kiss. "Well, Miss Natalie, you weren't a one night stand. I also had hoped for a bigger chance than microscopic to see you again. Last night was so much fun, I don't know when was the last time I was this relaxed while around another person. I would like to keep in contact with you, as long as you want that." He reaches into his jeans pocket and hands me a business card.
Theodore Sinnett
Executive Director of General Affairs
Brisco Connections©
XXX-XXXX-XXXX
It was laminated, with a dark blue background and white letters. 'Brisco Connections' I look hard at the company name. 'That's where he works. Does that mean he's Austin's boss?'
He suddenly points to his card. "Oh, I'm sorry, that card is outdated." He leans over as we're at a red light. "It's missing the fact I'm on the "Fuck Austin" team. I'll have to fix that soon."
I snapped my head over to him, me unable to hide my shock. "How did you-" I was about to ask, but was interrupted by his laughter.
"I'm sorry to tell you this, but you talk in your sleep ma'am." He chuckles as he puts the car in drive. "You loudly proclaimed "Fuck Austin!" and started crying. After seeing how depressed he made you feel last night, I can't help but agree."
I bury my face into my free hand, hiding my blushing face. "Are you sure you want to see each other again?"
He kisses my hand again. "I'm already counting the seconds until I can spend time with your bright personality again." I feel him smile against my hand. We pulled into the parking lot of my apartment and he gaped out the front windshield, concerned. "Is this the right place?"
"Yes," I snicker. "It's for people fresh out of the dorms or people who get thrown out after getting dumped." I wave off his concern. "I know, it's nothing compared to your place."
He placed his hand on the head rest above me and glanced down at me. "I'm sure anywhere you are feels warmer than my stagnant apartment." I blush as I look away, but he grabs my chin. "Listen, I'm sure you have a lot of unresolved feelings to sort through. I just want you to consider me a friend you can turn to when you need a shoulder to cry on. If you ever need me, just shoot me a text and I'll be there. I'll make sure my brother learns to behave himself when he's in your presence." He leans waiting for my response.
"I'd like that." I breathe as I look into his dark eyes. "I-I'd also like a kiss, but I don't think friends kiss one another." I think for a moment. "I mean, Ethan and I have kissed before when we got drunk or to stop people from hitting on us."
"Hmmm~" Theodore groans as he leans closer. "Well, since it's fine if Ethan does so, I'm sure it's fine if I do." He places his lips on mine and the shocks of electricity return to my body. He lets his lips linger for a moment before releasing them back to me. "Would you like me to walk you to the door?"
I blush and shake my head. "I'm afraid I'd invite you in, but I think I need to figure some of my shit out before we take that step."
He nods as he places his head against the steering wheel. "I understand. Just remember to text me when you get the chance. I'll just sit here until you make it inside safe. I definitely won't be looking at your heavenly ass as you walk away."
I giggle, a little too much for my comfort. I quickly get out and hide my reddening face. "Drive, see you soon, bye." I blurt out quickly as I shut the door and run away from my shame. Once I unlocked my door I turned around to his car and waved at him.
He had his window rolled down now. "Whoo! Team "Fuck Austin!" He bellowed as he drove away waving.
I blush as I rush inside, as I close the door, I hear my heart racing. I slide down the door and rest my head on my knees. The sudden silence caused my ears to ring. 'Was that all really real? It all felt like something out of a Webtoon.' I started giggling to myself thinking about our interactions last night.
As I look up, my cat, Usagi, has come to the door to greet me, but is clearly judging me with her ears back. "I had an interesting night last night, Usagi, but I'm sure you just want breakfast." I peek to the shoe rack and see that Ethan's shoes aren't there. He must have stayed out last night too. 'I'll feed Usagi, then revive my phone.'
Once doing a few things around the house, I plug my phone in and let it charge before turning it on. I get ready to take a hot shower to wash away the club. As soon as I'm alone with my thoughts I remember random actions Theodore did that I liked. Those thoughts made me smile until I thought about the hurtful things his brother said to me. I glance into the mirror on the back of the door of the bathroom and start to examine every part of my body. I can't tell if I've gained weight or not and I'm not bringing out the scale, knowing that will only make me feel worse. I placed my hand on the bottom of my stomach making sure it didn't surpass the width of my fingers. This was the only way I could calm my anxieties about my weight.
I shove those thoughts to the side before they cause me to spiral. I jump into the shower and the scolding liquid feels heavenly on my skin. After washing my body, I let my mind drift. 'I just need to give him the benefit of a doubt. I know it's got to be jarring walking in on someone almost fucking. I can only imagine it's worse when one of the people is your brother.' I let the water run down my back as I continue to zone out. 'He clearly has something serious going on since he randomly showed up at seven in the morning. Maybe it'll be easier next time we meet.' I get giddy as I think about my last thought. 'Wait…Next time?'
I get out of the shower and dry myself off with a towel. Since Ethan isn't home, I don't bother to cover myself as I run into my bedroom. I prefer to air dry after a scolding shower. I look around my room at my mogged pogged of posters hung about. Anything from games, anime or music. Also cat merch because if you own a cat, everyone gives you cat themed decor. I put on a random black T-shirt from the floor and a pair of grey panties from the drawer and crawl into my black fluffy comforter. "Ahhh, yes~" I groan as I let myself relax, smelling the lavender detergent on my blankets.
I reach over and turn on my phone that was waiting on the nightstand. I hold up Theodore's business card that I put safely on the nightstand so I wouldn't lose it. I giggle as I put it down. 'I'll message him later, I don't want to seem desperate and bother him right away.' I picked up my phone and tapped the screen. My wallpaper of Madoka and Hormura from Madoka Magica appears, alongside a couple of Snaps from Ethan.
They start with him partying with the frat boys, drinking, making out, then move to him sending me ratings of Ken from last night. After the snaps there were a few chats.
EthanStevens:
Bestie, I hope your night goes well. I promise we'll go partying another night to make up for my abandonment.
Don't worry about interrupting, we're going to his place! Have a nice night!
Hey, your snap location says you left the bar, but you're not at home either! Did you ACTUALLY go home with a rando!?
I wasn't serious!
Okay, now your location's off. If I don't get a text or something by the morning I'm calling the cops and going after someone with a hammer!
I figure I should go ahead and respond to him before he runs after someone with tools and goes to jail. Even though he won't be up for hours, I message him to let him know.
NatPats:
Made it home in one piece! You better do the same!
I got so much tea I'm overflowing with it.
It's time for a tea party!
I sit my phone down and close my eyes, enjoying my bed. Suddenly my phone vibrates. 'No way he responded already.' I turned my phone so I could just read the notification. My stomach formed into knots as I read the text plastered on my screen.
Auss:
Hey.
I miss u, can we meet up?