Committed ✦ Wilk

Thirty-Two

I sat in the studio listening to Sam and Nate's new song. It was quite catchy, and had a chill beat to it. It was called Wassup and I could tell that the guys were proud of it. Hearing their voices over the speakers made me so happy - they were living out their dreams and I was able to see it and be there for them. "So, what do you think?" Sam asked with an excited smile.

"It's terrible," I said bluntly causing both of their eyes to grow wide. Nate frowned and Sam looked confused. "I'm kidding!" I giggled. "It's amazing, I love it."

"Don't do that, Bay," Nate said gently nudging my arm. I smiled and looked down at my phone.

"Oh, I have to get back to work. I'll see you tonight?" I grinned at Sam.

"Of course," Sam nodded. He kissed my lips and I said goodbye to him and Nate before rushing out to my car. I rushed back to the office with two minutes to spare. I despised L.A. traffic but I loved living there. I had everything I needed, and it was such a lively place to be. Work was actually fun, I worked with loads of interesting people that I was constantly hanging out with. I had fun while doing my job, and it made me excited to come to work everyday.

Dad would occasionally stop in to to say hi, and everyone at the company loved him. He was constantly going out of his way to treat his employees with the utmost respect, and it made me proud to call him my father.

As much as I loved being at the work place, I couldn't help but count down until I got to clock out. I was so excited for my date with Sam - it had been awhile since we were able to go out. He was constantly at the studio, and I was always at work. When we were home we would chill out with the Raina, and then repeat the cycle the next day. It was going to be nice to have time to ourselves.

When I got home, I immediately rushed to get into the shower. I only had a couple hours until we were going out, and I wanted to look as nice as I possibly could for him. I knew that he loved me even when my hair was a mess, and I was walking around in one of his shirts, but I liked looking good for him - it made me feel good. After my shower I wrapped myself in a towel and combed out my hair to blow dry it. I was still planning to do something new to it, but I was so indecisive and couldn't pick what I wanted to do. I began to curl my hair, and I hated how long it always took me. This time it was only an hour which was incredibly surprising. When I was done I heard the front door open and close, and immediately I knew it was him. I smiled and kept my towel secured around my body and began to start applying makeup. Picking out my outfit was going to be the hardest part, so I would save it until the end.

"Baby," he called out.

"I'm in here!" I yelled before starting to contour my face. He walked in and his eyes dilated when he saw me. "What?" He didn't say anything, instead he simply walked over to me and hooked his fingers under the towel. "No," I whined causing him to chuckle against my ear.

"Not even a little bit of pre-fun?" He smirked.

"Nope," I teased. "Now go get ready, pretty boy." He hated when I called him that, and that's exactly why I did it. He kissed my neck and started up the shower water. I could see him stripping off his clothes due to the reflection in the mirror and I couldn't help but stare. I saw him smirking and I felt myself blush. I was waiting on a smart remark from him, but he said nothing. I knew he would tease me about it later. He hummed while he showered, and he kept making me laugh while I was trying to apply eyeliner. "Stop being weird, I'm trying to get ready," I laughed.

"How am I being weird? I'm showering," he chuckled.

"I don't know," I laughed lightly. Once I was finished with my makeup, he had shut the shower water off. I purposely walked out of the bathroom before he could step out of the shower because I didn't want to be left all hot and bothered. He walked into the bedroom with his towel hanging dangerously low around his waist knowing that it would drive me wild. Two could play that game.I searched the drawers and found a pair of red lace panties that I knew he loved. I could feel him staring at me while I slipped them on.