by Layla Arts
“I like the position you're in.”
“Don't make me hurt your balls again,” I threatened.
“Yes, all right. I prefer not to let you repeat those actions.”
I pulled his wet jeans down, and he stepped out of it. I also took his socks with me. I quickly went back to the living room to hang the clothes over the heating. I doubted that this would dry soon, because it was incredibly soaked.
“Vicky! Come to the bathroom!” I heard Hadrian yell loudly. I rolled my eyes irritatingly and turned around to head back to the bathroom.
“What?” I asked Hadrian when I stood inside the bathroom.
“Who is going to make you dry?” he questioned seriously.
“I am capable of cleaning all this up by myself.” I signed to my wet attire.
“It would be more fun if someone else did it for you.” Hadrian stepped closer, and his hands claimed my hips. It was hard not to give in to him, but I couldn’t let him have control over me so fast. I enjoyed being with Hadrian at my apartment, and him teasing me whenever he could. But getting to the second base already was too much.
“What are your intentions?”
“I thought about a bit of sucking the water away,” he informed me as he moved his eyebrows.
I sighed deeply. “Can we talk about something else?”
“Let's talk about lame café boy,” Hadrian spoke.
“Who is lame café boy?” I questioned him confusingly.
Hadrian laughed, and he walked to the shower cabin.
“That guy you work with at the café.”
“Kent?”
“Yeah, whatever lame café boy is called. He’s blond and annoying.” Hadrian shrugged off.
“He is nice.” I shot in defense – Kent hadn’t harmed Hadrian.
“I don't care if he is nice, I don't like him,” Hadrian said with an attitude.
“Why wouldn't you like him?”
“Because he is hanging out with you. And he has a dick.”
“That makes total sense,” I remarked sarcastically.
“It is time to take me seriously,” he tried to warn me.
“Hadrian,” I said and walked closer to him. I placed my hand on his cold bare chest and spoke. “It's hard to take someone seriously like you because just a few seconds ago, you were talking about sucking the water away.” I pointed out.
“Okay, you win.”
“I always win. Now, take a shower.” I instructed him.
***
I changed myself into something else while Hadrian was taking a shower. I was wearing leggings, a big old sweater from my father, and a pair of grey slippers. I tied my hair into a ponytail and walked over to the refrigerator. I wanted to get warm milk with anise for Hadrian and me.
The milk was boiling, when I heard Hadrian entering the living room. His footsteps were noticeable throughout the whole living room and kitchen. I turned around and gasped when I saw Hadrian standing there with his washcloth in front of his dick.
“Hadrian, what the fuck?”
“You haven't left me a towel,” he complained.
“I see,” I remarked. I shook my head and focused on the current situation. “I will get you one, please go back inside.”
“See you soon,” Hadrian said.
He turned on his heel, and he was totally butt naked. I closed my eyes and shook my head.
I did not just see that.
I rushed quickly to the bedroom to get a towel. I walked back to the bathroom – Hadrian had left the door unlocked.
“I got you a towel.” I reached my arm out toward Hadrian with the towel and looked away. I was holding the doorknob strongly while I was waiting for Hadrian to take the towel.
“Wait a minute,” he said.
“Just hurry up.”
After a few seconds, Hadrian finally claimed the towel. I walked back to the kitchen and filled two mugs with the warm milk and anise. Again, Hadrian walked into the living room – this time covered.
He was only wearing his boxers, and he grabbed the blanket off the couch to wrap it around himself. I made my way towards Hadrian and handed him a mug of warm milk. I sat next to him on the couch, and I folded my legs. I took a few sips from the hot milk, and Hadrian scooted closer to me.
“Place your mug away, and cuddle with me,” Hadrian said when we locked eyes.
“Is that a question, or a demand?”
“Demand,” Hadrian replied nicely with a bright smile.
I placed the mug away and came closer to Hadrian. He opened his arms so I could let my body touch his. When I felt his naked torso, he wrapped the blanket around the both of us.
“I smell like flowers and fruit. I smell like you.” He made a disgusting face.
“Fuck you,” I spat.
It felt good to lay against him and listen to his heartbeat. I noticed how he calm he became. Right now, I had the need to close my eyes and enjoy the moment here with Hadrian.
But I reminded myself of what happened
“Hadrian?” I called him softly. I turned my head toward him, only then I realized how small the gap between our lips was – a few inches apart. “I was at your office this afternoon, but you weren't there. Instead of you, William was present.”
“He was in my office?” Hadrian asked me in panic.
“Yes,” I replied. “And he asked me to join his pool party on Sunday.”
“You're not going,” Hadrian immediately objected. “William is out on more.”
“But that is not the only thing,” I stopped Hadrian with talking further. “He said it was important for you that I’ll be present, and then I asked ‘why’, he just replied that I needed to ask you why,” I told Hadrian. “So now you obviously know what I am going to ask you.”
Hadrian rubbed his eyes.
“It's that he’s William. Otherwise, I had already punched him in his face,” Hadrian muttered irritatingly. “Look, I only allow you to go to William if I come with you,” Hadrian announced.
“Since when can't I go alone?” I questioned.
“Because it's William.”
“Yes, and you're Hadrian.”
“I know, Vicks. But I don't like William, and I don't want you being used by him,” he said.
“I am not going to have sex with him, Hadrian,” I fired back.
“I know that will not happen,” Hadrian assured me forthwith. “I want to show William that I am currently putting effort in you, and he can't do that.”
”He won’t get me, Hadrian,” I assured him.
Hadrian started to lay himself down on the couch, and he reached his hands out for me to take them. I cuddled up against Hadrian, again, and my ear was pressed against his chest. Hadrian was stroking my back with his hand, and it felt very comfortable.
I felt Hadrian pressing his lips softly on my forehead when I looked up. He reached out for my hair tie and pulled it out from my hair. He brushed through my hair - which was still wet from the rain – and he smiled warmly at me.
“I prefer your hair like this,” Hadrian muttered.
I pressed my lips on his clean chest and glanced up at Hadrian again.
“You know, I am not heading back home tonight,” Hadrian stated seriously.
“You chose my little apartment over your four televisions, tennis court, hot tub, pool, incredible kitchen, and huge bedroom?” I questioned him. I placed my hands on Hadrian's chest and made small circles on it.
“You're saying it wrong,” Hadrian disagreed. “I chose you over my home.”
11
Hadrian Smith
I felt her soft breath against my chest. It was after two am, and Vicky was asleep on my chest. She was so silent, yet you could hear her soft puffs against my naked body. Just that tiny spot on my chest was extra warm Her hands were lying carelessly on my chest, and the blanket was still wrapped around the two of us.
Rain was still pouring down from the sky, and the living room was mostly dark. There was a small amount of light p
eeking through the window, since the curtains weren't closed entirely. I rested my head against the couch, but it wasn't so comfortable. And I bet Vicky was going to wake up with pain in her neck if she kept laying like this.
So I carefully woke her up. Soft whimpers were coming from her lips, and I smiled when I saw her like this. She was so fragile while she was sleeping. Mostly, she stood her ground, but when she was asleep, she looked different. It seemed like all her barriers were pushed down for a couple of hours, just to catch some sleep.
She looked beautiful.
I carried Vicky to her bedroom. It took me a while before I had found it. But obviously, it wouldn't take ages compared to my house.
I laid her down and placed the duvets carefully over her body. She curled up and nuzzled into the pillow. I walked over to the opposite side of her bed. I didn't know which side she always slept on, but I was convinced she was laying on the right side.
I sat down on the edge of the bed.
My eyes landed on the nightstand, and I took a photo from it. I held it in my hands and looked at the picture. Vicky was standing in the middle of the photo, and I assume she was with her parents. On the background, I saw trees and a pick-up truck. She must have been on holiday here.
With a satisfied smile, I placed the frame back on the nightstand. I crawled under the duvets and laid behind Vicky. I wrapped my arm gently around her waist. And I heard her mumbling something, but I couldn't make out what she said. I pressed a soft kiss on her neck and closed my eyes ready to drift into sleep.
***
I easily found my clothes back, and now I was driving back to the Empire. It was early – probably eight in the morning – and I was wide awake. However, I knew I was still exhausted in the back of my mind. William called me in the morning, and I was absolutely furious. Because if he had woken Vicky up, I’d have lost my temper.
Thankfully, the sun was shining again.
I parked the car in front of the club and got out of it. I locked it behind me while I made my way over to the head entrance. I pushed the door open and was quickly greeted by William who was hanging around the bar.
Not that he could drink any alcohol. And if he wanted, he was not getting a sip.
“William.”
“Hadrian, mate,” he greeted back.
When would he finally understand that we weren't friends?
“I hope I didn't wake you up,” he said.
“You did,” I spat out frustratingly. “You wanted to talk?”
I rubbed my eyes slowly but surely, realizing how tired I actually was.
Jesus Christ, I should’ve yelled in his face for calling so freaking early.
I went to the bar and got myself a cup of coffee. I didn't give William a drink, since I was a selfish prick, and I loathed him.
“I spoke to Vicky, and I invited her to come to the pool party this Sunday,” William said.
I felt myself getting angry with him. I drank the hot coffee, and I couldn't be bothered with the hotness of the drink. I was pissed off that he even had the balls to ask Vicky to come.
“Why would you invite her?” I questioned him politely, I needed to hold my temper for now.
“Because she is hot,” William stated the obvious.
“I know, William. But that is a terrible reason.”
“You are claiming her, aren’t you?”
The fact that I kept silent was enough for William to know I wanted Vicky.
“Why are you claiming her? She isn't yours,” William spoke.
“Neither yours, so stop trying to get into her pants.”
William took his jacket off and placed it on the bar chair next to him.
“It's her decision whether she wants me in the end or not,” he tried to convince me, but I wasn’t buying it.
“I am not allowing you to mess around with my employee,” I warned him sternly.
“You've always accepted that, so I don't see the problem right now.”
He spun around with the bar chair.
I took a deep breath before speaking up. “I want all of this to stop.”
“Stop? Are you ridiculous?” he asked promptly.
“I don't want it anymore, William. I want to quit with what is going on, and I won't let it happen again.” I declared.
“This is what we have done for ages,” William fired back angrily. “We are a team.”
“And I am getting out of this team, so it's over.”
I walked away from the bar and went to my office. I heard William rushing behind me, and I rolled my eyes. He acted like a puppy. I opened the door and took a seat behind my desk in a second.
“You want her for yourself, don't you?” William asked angrily.
I stayed mute.
“You want to fuck her, don't you?” he questioned me with this filthy sound in his voice.
I clenched my jaw when I looked at William, who was standing in front of my desk.
“You really need to shut up right now, William,” I warned him.
“What?”
“I said that you need to shut that fucking mouth of yours!” I shouted and stood up.
“Why do you care so much if I want to have a good time with Vicky?” William asked me angrily.
“Because she is not a freaking object, Will. Vicky is worth so much more than just a simple fuck. And I won't let that happen,” I told him aggressively.
He grabbed a bottle from my alcohol collection and drank from it. The liquor was coming into his body and streamed through his blood directly. He sighed deeply, as a result of the alcohol being too strong.
“Hadrian, you're being brainwashed by someone, and I don't like it.” William said.
I rolled my eyes at his irritating attitude.
“I am not brainwashed, I got a reality check,” I stated. “You clearly need to have it too.”
William folded his arms against his chest, and he shook his head in disagreement. A smirk came on his face, and I stared at him confusingly. I had no idea what was going on in his mind.
“I see what is happening. You like this Vicky girl way too much,” William spoke.
“Hell no!” I fired back.
“You're too protective, Hadrian. It's obvious,” William said and sat down on the desk.
“Get your ass off my expensive desk,” I demanded him.
William raised his hands up in defense and got up. He placed his hands in his pockets and walked back and forth in the office. I brought the bottle of alcohol back to my lips and drank from it intensely.
“Since you like Vicky West, I have a proposal for you.”
I stared at William with a raised eyebrow. “What shitty idea do you have in mind?”
“Does Vicky know about our previous intentions?”
I remained silent and swallowed the lump in my throat.
“I thought so,” William smirked.
“What do you want?” I hissed at him.
“You are going to tell her to accept my invitation, and you're not coming with her or whatsoever. If she isn't coming, you are going to regret this. I’ll tell her everything.”
My right hand turned into a fist, and I almost wanted to throw the bottle he held against his face.
“You fucking won't.”
“You know me, Hadrian. I definitely will.”
“And what happens when she shows up at your house?” I questioned him eagerly.
“Then I will keep it quiet for a while. For now.” William announced.
“Just for a while? How about forever.”
“Look, you just suddenly announced that everything is over. I am not accepting that, just so you know.” William shrugged. “It takes time.”
“Fine,” I scoffed.
William grabbed his jacket and walked to the door of the office. He opened it and looked at me with his horrendously ugly face.
“Great that we're on the same page, Hadrian,” William told me with a smirk on his face.
12
Vicky West
I tossed and turned around in the bed repeatedly. I groaned when I heard my alarm going off. Today, I was going to show the other dancers the new routine for the show.
As I flickered my eyes a few times, I was met with the white ceiling. I thought about last night, and I instantly felt happiness taking over my body – glad that Hadrian stayed the night.
“Hadrian?” I mumbled softly, calling out for him.
But there wasn't a reply from the other side. I rubbed my eyes and turned around, only to be met with an empty spot. I frowned, and I pushed the duvets off me rapidly. There was literally nothing from Hadrian laying in this room, so I decided to look in the living room then.
Maybe he was preparing breakfast? Mmm, that would be lovely.
I realized I was still wearing my clothes from yesterday evening, but I could care less right now. I walked to the living room – which was connected to my kitchen – but there was no one. I wandered around, and then I looked at the heater; his clothes weren’t present either.
He left.
Of course, he wouldn't stay the morning, because it's Hadrian. My subconscious told me.
I grabbed a few slices of bread and covered them with a thick layer of peanut butter. Perhaps, I was pissed at Hadrian for just leaving me alone at home. I thought he wanted to stay so badly.
I got dressed and went to the Empire. Music was on while I was driving to work, and I realized I had to work at V's Café tonight as well. I didn’t know why, but I already felt tired. Kent and I would work together during the evening, which made the thought of two jobs bearable.
I had parked my car in the lot and entered the Empire. A couple of dancers were doing a warming-up.
Before I was going to join them, I had to see Hadrian first. I really wanted to invite him to watch us during rehearsals and see how the show would look like.
I knocked a few times on his door and entered his office.
“Hey, you.”
“Hi, love.” Hadrian greeted me cheekily as he turned around.
“Do you want to come to rehearsals?” I asked Hadrian excitedly.
A smile appeared on his face, and he placed a kiss on my cheek. “Sounds fun, I will be there,” he assured me.
“Lovely,” I chirped. “We have been working on it just for a day, but I am so excited to see everyone dance our routine. I hope you will like it as well, it's overwhelming.” I stated while stripping my yoga pants down.
