“Oh crap.”
“Oh crap’s right Agnes! It was all fun and games until every potential boyfriend I’ll ever have thinks I’m a lesbian!” She sounds a bit hysterical and I need to go see her to calm her down. “It’s one thing to assume and it’s another to have physical fucking proof!”
“I’m going to get ready and be there in half an hour. Okay? You need to chill out.”
“Yes, okay. I have no choice! Just tell the front desk my lovers here!” She hangs up. I don’t know if I can handle the theatrics this morning. Hopefully my headache winds down before I get to her apartment.
I take a deep breath trying to figure out how to handle this. I know my drunk brain told me I saw paparazzi there last night, but that was just a big ass mistake.
“You’re sure there were no photographers there last night?”
“Positive.”
“Then this was an inside job. Someone’s out to get me.” I throw my phone to him. “Someone was poised and ready because our lips were literally together for half a second.”
When Grant see’s the picture he whips my phone across the room into the wall.
“Oh my god Grant! Now I don’t have a phone!” I pick up all the pieces and try assembling them together. I’d have better luck putting a broken mirror back together.
“I’ll get you another one. Do you trust me Aggie?” I nod my head yes. “Stay here, I’ll be back in a little bit. I’m going to make everything right.”
“But I need…”
“Stay here Aggie. I need to finish what I started.” He warns before he’s out the door.
What the hell? I have no way of calling Jill back and I need to go see her. My hysterical friend is expecting me! I can’t just sit around wondering what the hell’s going on when she needs me. I get dressed and leave a note for Grant. At the end, I add that I’ll be grabbing some things from my apartment. It’s about that time to get all my crap out and into the condo upstairs.
I’ve been stopping at my apartment a few times a week to grab some clean clothes then staying at Grant’s. This started a month ago because he insists he sleeps better with me here. I’m sure it’s all a part of his master plan. He hasn’t really dropped any hints about moving in together, not with words anyhow. I’ve taken notice when I find a brand-new shower gel in the bathroom or bottle of the perfume I use on the counter. Just last week he stocked his fridge with Diet Pepsi and the type of yogurt I love.
It's sweet, but way too soon. I need to move upstairs before he highjacks my move to his apartment. It’s only been six months for crying out loud!
I leave the bedroom after quickly showering and getting ready. There’s still a possibility Grant’s home, he could have gone to his office. I call out his name through the place with no response thankfully. If Grant was here there’s no way he’d let me go.
I feel slightly guilty leaving, but sometimes trust runs both ways and he needs to trust me. My best friend needs me, it’s not like I’m going to get arrested.
With the note left on the table next to the front door, I head out and knock on a door two floors down.
Ry opens the door in his boxer briefs scratching the back of his head. “Aggie, it’s too early.”
“I need a ride. Have Trev deal with your one nighter, we need to go.”
He laughs. “Believe me, he’s dealing with her all right. You owe me big for missing out. Let me go get ready.”
If I weren’t in a rush I’d think more on that.
When we get to the lobby of the building, I spot a whole swarm of paparazzi outside on the sidewalk. The group seems like it’s tripled over night. Huh?
They can’t see me coming from Grant’s place, so I grab Ry’s hand and reverse direction heading for the back entrance. This isn’t my first rodeo.
“Miss Fletcher! Mr. Donovan asked for you to stay inside.”
“No can-do Hank, tell Mr. Donovan I shan’t be long.”
I pull Ry even harder breaking into a jog knowing we’d be too fast for him to catch. When I bust out the back door I wait for Ry to pull his car around.
“This is making me feel like I’m doing something illegal Aggie. What’s going on?”
“Nothing.” I lie. “I just need to get to Jill’s ASAP.” Not a lie.
Within fifteen minutes I’m saying goodbye to Ry and heading for the lobby of Jill’s building. I buzz her apartment and look around waiting for her to let me in. She doesn’t live in the swankiest of places, but it’s pretty awesome.
“What’s the code word?” Comes through the speaker.
“Sexy lesbian lover.”
“Come forth.” The door clicks and I pull it open.
“Can anything go my way today?” I mumble to myself after seeing the sign on the elevator.
TEMPORARILY OUT OF SERVICE.
She lives on the freaking fourth floor!
“Guess I’ll get my cardio in.” I mumble to myself and head for the stairs.
Halfway up, I need to stop and take a break because I may have pretended I was Rocky running up the first two flights. Bad idea, I should have gone at a more leisurely pace.
I bang on the door out of breath and slightly agitated by the state of my physical fitness. I’m 24 for crying out loud, not a 76-year-old who smokes two packs a day.
“Finally!” Jill answers the door and pulls me in by my arm.
“Finally? Your elevators broken again.”
“Really? That sucks.”
“You don’t say.” I roll my eyes following her into the living room.
“So, I was thinking while I was waiting for you. This isn’t that big of a deal. Who cares if my catholic parents see the tabloid while checking out at the grocery store. It’s fine. They’ll only disown me. No biggie.”
“You could give them a heads up and say it was all a misunderstanding? That, shocker! You aren’t really a lesbian but are acting to cover a lie.”
“Good idea. Why didn’t I think of that?”
I laugh. We sit on the couch together in silence for a while.
“This is what your life’s like right now?”
“Yup.”
“Have you heard from your mom? This is the exact thing that would catch her attention.”
“Not yet thank god. If the only reason she can reach out to her only daughter is because of who she’s rumored to be dating, I don’t want her to.”
“Understandable. But you know she’s gonna catch a sniff of it sooner or later. I mean, Grant Donovan!”
I shrug my shoulders because I don’t know what else to say. She will find out and she’ll be all up in my grill for information. It’s inevitable like Jill says. She’s a user and she’d find some way to use Grant in the grand scheme of things.
“What’s Grant up to? I’m surprised he let you out of his sight.”
“He left after seeing the photo and told me not to go anywhere. It was all very ominous.”
“But here you are.”
“Here I am.”
“You’re a total badass.” She laughs.
“I’ve been hearing that a lot lately. I’m going to start believing it, maybe start fighting some crime.”
“You could be Baggie Aggie and wear those parachute pants from the 90’s. It’d be epic.”
“I never liked that look. Thank god we were born after that trend.”
“You know I love the 90’s. Give me some Zack Morris, giant pants and platform shoes any day.”
“Noted for your next birthday.”
“Thank you.”
I’ve missed hanging out with Jill. Because of the whirlwind my life has become our visits have gotten less frequent. We’d always manage to squeeze in a hangout sesh between shifts or catch a movie if I had an off night.
“Let’s go do something. We are a couple of hot chicks in our early 20’s.”
“Don’t forget lesbians.”
“How could I forget? We’re 24-year-old lesbians, let’s see the world! Let’s do something spontane
ous!”
“I’m off for the next two days, I’m game!” She runs for her closet and whips out her suitcase.
“I was thinking more along the lines of going to see a movie or something.”
“You started this. Come on Aggie, our lives are so predictable!”
“Speak for yourself. Something new pops up in mine every day.”
“Well, we need this. I need this and I’ll pack enough for the both of us. Let’s go where the wind blows us!”
And the wind blew us hard…
WHO ORDERS A MANHATTAN?
“Your bail’s been posted.”
“Oh god, you go first. I can’t face him.” I plead with Jill.
“Say what? Aggie, you got us into this mess!”
“I was standing up for you!”
“Aggie, you threw two large men over the balcony of the bar because you thought they were Russian spies. Then you mooned half the bar before you jumped overboard with them to escape “the fuzz” as you called them.”
“I didn’t moon them! My ass never fits in your pants! You make it sound worse than how it played out in my head.”
“It was pretty bad. You’re lucky I had my wits about me to stop you from flashing everyone too!”
“I wouldn’t have.” I scoff.
She gives me the eye, shutting me up.
Six hours ago, this all seemed like a great idea. Me and my best friend hopped a plane to New York. We could have driven or taken the train, but time was of the essence and we were in the mood for some fun.
I may have gone a little overboard when I had one too many mojitos at a bar in Time Square. Alright, I had wayyyy too many mojitos at a bar in Time Square. Enough to knock a sumo wrestler on their ass. Technically it was Jill’s fault because day drinking was her brilliant plan.
I have no idea how we got to that last bar. But I stand by my assumptions, I’m still not convinced that table in question weren’t spies. They looked highly suspicious.
“It’s like a band-aid.” I stand up and exit the cell.
That’s right. We were drunk tanked and couldn’t leave until someone bailed us out. I was still half in the bag when I called Grant, so I wasn’t sure if he was coming when I got off the phone. Thankfully Grant’s a standup guy, I knew he wouldn’t leave me hanging.
As we’re being escorted down a long hallway to the front of the police station my heart starts to accelerate. We’re still a new couple. It’s too soon to be making jail house calls.
The officer opens the door and Jill yells as I throw her through and almost into the arresting officer.
He looks at me, seriousness marring his face. “I can stick you back in for another few hours if you’d like?”
“No, I’m fine. Just taking my time before dealing with my boyfriend. She needs to scope the situation out. Plus, I’m not cut out for prison sir.”
He cracks a small smile. “Why is that?”
“I’d be someone’s bitch sir. I’m not strong enough to hold my own.”
He’s trying not to laugh as he gestures for me to go through the door. Once I step into the next room my eyes seek out Grants.
He’s talking to Jill quietly in the corner which makes me feel uneasy. I bet she’s selling me out and telling him the whole sordid event.
“Come here Agnes.”
My real name, that can’t be good. I make the march of doom over to him and stop, staring at the ground.
“Care to tell me why you threw people over a balcony bar?”
I shake my head.
“How about why you showed everyone in that bar your ass?”
I shake my head again feeling like he won’t believe the my badonka donks not like a Tonka truck excuse. Stop judging, rap soothes the soul and sometimes you have to listen to the subliminal messages.
“That’s my cue. I’m gonna go. Arrested and outed as a lesbian all in one day. My parents will be so proud.” Jill hooks her thumb towards the door and flies out of the police station.
“Wait! Where’s she going?”
“She’s fine. I got her a flight home.”
“Why aren’t we going with her?”
“Because we’re going back to my hotel where you’re going to tell me what happened. I’d love to know why you left the apartment and why I had to jump on a plane to bail you out of jail.”
“Technically I wasn’t arrested…” The look he gives me keeps me from fighting the good fight further.
The whole walk to his car I feel his hand burning through the small of my back and the mid-morning sun has me squinting my eyes, wishing I hadn’t lost my sunglasses in the river. It feels like I’ve done two years on the inside not a couple hours.
Once seated in the car, Grant says nothing to me. Not one word!
No yelling, cussing, telling me I was a huge idiot. It makes me wonder what he has in store for me when we get to the hotel. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think he’ll smack me around. But he might not be dishing out a Christian Grey style punishment either. Fingers crossed!
After some more silence, I can’t take it anymore.
“He had shifty eyes!”
“Excuse me?”
“One of the guys I threw over the balcony. He had shifty eyes and I know he had some sort of listening device in his ear. It wasn’t wax like Jill said. Someone was on the other end getting the intel.”
“Agnes…”
“Then he ordered a Manhattan! Who orders a Manhattan? A Russian spy, that’s who. It’s the drink of panic.”
“I’m sorry, what the hell are you talking about?”
“When you’re put on the spot and need to give your drink order. You can’t trust people that order Manhattan’s on the fly.”
“He had shifty eyes and he ordered a Manhattan under duress. So, you threw him over a balcony…”
“Correct.”
Then back to silence. For the rest of the ride when I just wanted to explain further that no, that wasn’t all! He needs to absorb everything, so I remain silent.
Everything moves so fast once his driver parks in front of a huge hotel. Grant links our fingers and pulls me from the car and through the lobby, not stopping until we hit the bank of elevators. A few employees shout their hellos to him, but for the most part he ignores them.
He bends down so his mouth is in line with my ear. “You’re gonna know who that ass belongs to after I’m done.”
A shiver racks my body. Boy do I ever want him to take charge. I love when he goes macho caveman on me.
“If I must. I was a bad girl master.”
“Bad girls get punished Aggie.” He leans in and nips at my ear. “Why the fuck is it taking so long?” He sighs continuing to wait for the elevator.
I’m waiting for something to happen when we finally enter the foyer, it’s a pent house. At this point in the game I’d expect nothing less of Grant. He’s not scared to spend his money on the finer things in life.
Making a pit stop at the bathroom, thankfully I find a spare toothbrush and paste. My mouth isn’t the most appetizing place to be right now. It smells like a dog’s ass.
When I open the bathroom door I halt. The once brightly lit bedroom I walked through moments before is now shrouded in darkness. The only light is a burning candle on the desk. Are they allowed in hotel rooms?
“Take off your clothes.”
“Um…”
“Do it.”
I swallow as I start removing my shirt. He sounds really upset so I’m going slow. Every second counts to get back in his good graces.
When I’m naked his body heat seeps into my back side. He’s naked. I can feel his erection between my butt cheeks and I’m so happy I know where this is going now.
“Get on the bed baby.”
“Yes sir.”
***
It could be five hours or five minutes from when I stripped. Each wrist is tied to the head board and my legs are tied to the foot board. I’m completely spread eagle. The most vulnerable position I’ve
ever been in before.
“Ahhhh no! Come on!”
You see, I’m receiving my punishment. And I can honestly say I will never call him to bail me out of jail again. He’s been eating me out for the hundred hours and keeps stopping right when I get to the end. That end. At this point I feel like if I say the O word it’ll never be attainable.
“You were a bad girl. Whose ass is this baby?”
“Please Grant! I’m not above begging or bartering for a freaking orgasm.”
“Hmmm. Bartering? I’m listening.” He backs away from me completely. Give me a freaking break!
“A blow job.”
“That’s hardly a fair bet, we both know you love my dick, especially when it’s in your mouth.”
“Huh, that’s what you think!”
“What’s that now Aggie?” Two of his fingers slide into my pussy and start pumping with the perfect amount of pressure and speed. I shove my hips forwards trying to get his fingers just right. Really no help is needed but I can’t stop myself, I want it so bad!
“Tell me you love my cock.”
“I love your ugly cock.”
His fingers twist inside of me and the pleasure starts to build. It starts building and building until I’m ready to scream his name… then he takes his hand away.
“What’s ugly?”
“Your stump of a penis…” I growl in frustration. “For the love of god Grant, if you don’t do something to finish me off I’m going to end up in jail again!”
He quickly unties my hands and feet before flipping me so I’m on my stomach. Finally, I know he’s gonna give it to me now!
His body covers my back and he starts kissing my shoulder before I feel his warm breath on my ear. “You’re not in the position to be making demands baby.” Kiss. “I have one offer I’m willing to put on the table.” Kiss.
“I’m listening.” I moan.
“Move in with me.”
His hand moves his cock to align with my center before ever so slowly slipping it in. I’m so wet there’s no resistance.
“What?” I can’t think. “This is dirty, even for you.”
“Move in with me.”
“It’s too soon.” I pant.
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