The Devil And I

Never Again

KAYLEE'S P.O.V.

Now I know why my parents warned us about getting drunk. Because the day after, you feel like throwing up every thirty seconds, your head has a pounding pain in it, and your roommate will yell at you for an hour solid.

"I told you not to get drunk! But no! Don't listen to your good friend Mayia who stands up for you and doesn't want to see you get hurt! Get drunk again and see if I care one bit!" She hands me a cup of tea then marches off to her room. I hear the door slam upstairs, and turn my head back towards the pillow.

My belly swirls again, and I almost drop the cup of tea I'm still holding. I haven't taken a sip yet. Mayia comes back into the living room and sits down on the other end of the couch. She doesn't look angry anymore, but I can tell she's really disappointed with me.

I'm disappointed with me to. She looks over at me and then takes a deep breath. Oh no. Better get comfortable, this might take a while.

She starts softly enough, but her voice has a lot of force behind it, it kinda scares me....

"What were you thinking Kay? It was your first time drinking, and you went overboard. Your brain shut off completely.Think about what some crazy dude could have done to your body."

I roll my eyes and give Mayia a sideways glance. "Caleb was with me. He would have protected me." I state dryly.

Mayia curses in Spanish, her habbit of anger, and then turns to glare at me.

"Did Caleb drop you off here!? Was he with you, or grinding up against some other girl, not giving a shit about where you are and what you're doing!?"

Pain suddenly washes over me at that rude reminder of him and that girl. But I had choosen to forgive him because I thought he was as drunk as I was. I might have been wrong.

I pick up the cup of tea off of the table and wrap the blanket tighter around my shoulders as I get up to go to my room. Mayia looks up at me, no emotions are being played on her face.

"I have to get some sleep. I have work in the morning any how. Goodnight Mayia." I say stiffly as I walk up the stairs. I make it up the stairs without looking like I'm in pain, because that's how I really feel.

I turn on the light and set the mug on my nightstand and set my alarm for 6:30.I walk over and turn off the light and jump straight into that pile of warm and fuzzy love. My bed.

But I have the same dream over and over.

Mayia and Blake are yelling at me while I'm strapped down to a chair. "Where was Caleb? Where was Caleb? WHERE WAS CALEB?!?" Is what they kepp yelling over and over.

I wake up and look at the clock. It's 6:29. I get up and start towards the bathroom. Why not?

As soon as I turn on the light in the restroom, my alarm goes off.

I pad into my room and turn off the alarm, and walk over to my closet.

I pick out a pencil skirt, with a silk blouse, and my forever 21 black high heels, and I grab my devil red  lipstick to put on later. My hair is in natural long waves down my back, and I decide to leave this way. I don't say a word to Mayia.

LATER AT WORK...

I sit at the table, and try to straighten my notepad, when our boss walks up to the front of the meeting room with a big smile on his face. Boy, I wonder...

Before I can finisht the thought, he is already speaking to us all.

"As you all know, I have a son, and that means that he's gonna soon own everything in this company, including you, so ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my son!"

Oh. My. Holy. Cheese.

Blake walks through the door of the meeting room with a big smile plastered on his face, and he hasn't even noticed me yet. He looks around the room and then his gaze finally sets on mine, and I have a mini heart attack.

His eyes flare upward for a moment, then he relaxes. A wicked grin spreads across his face, just like when we went to Hades...

"I take it you two know each other?" Blake's father asks. I snap my head into his direction, breaking the spell that Blake has cast over me. I nod my head, and clear my throat, which is suddenly dry.

So my voice comes out in a squeak. "We knew each other...briefly." I squeak. I watch Blake suck in his breath sharply, then I realize the mistake that I've just made.

I just told all of my co-workers that I had a one night stand or something, with the bosses son.

I shake my head and wave my hands in the air, as if trying to clear a smog that just entered the room. "Not like that! We just ran into each other at a bar one night. That was all."

I hear some collective sighs, and a coulpe of snorts, and the bosses face goes from confusion to "I see the light". Blake was no help at all. In fact, his grin became a full on smile! I ask if I can be excused for a moment, and when I get the okay, I scramble from my seat to the restroom, in a mild panic.

I look striaght ahead into the mirror, and then burst out laughing. Well, that was a first...  I get myself back together and head for the door. 

As soon as I open the door, someone has already grabbed my hand and I find myself walking full speed to someone's office. I look at the name on the door. Blake Miller....

When we enter the office, he closes the door and locks it behind me, while his body is braced against mine. My breathing becomes hitched, and that warm feeling in my belly comes back again.

Desire? NO! That is just hate for this, this Devil!

His wicked grin is back on his face, and he looks every bit of a dashing rouge. He looks so... Perfect.

His face leans closer to mine, I'm thinking for a kiss, but he whispers in my ear. "Did you think we weren't going to meet again Angel?" I swallow hard and timidly shake my head.

His chuckle is deep and husky. He leans back ust enough, so that he can fuse his lips with mine.

It's so heavenly. His lips are just like how I remembered them, soft and warm. Afterwhat seems for about a miinute or two, Blake breaks the lusty embrace.

My lips form a pout, and he chuckles again. He lifts my chin upp and gazes into my eyes. His sherry gold eyes are smolding with desire. "Don't worry Angel, there will be plenty of time for that. Later."

He unlocks the door, and opens it,  he turns me around, then mumbles, "Oh, what you do to me..."

Then the door is closed. In my face. Ouch. Then I hear Balke laughing.

Oh no! By accepting his kiss, I just proved to him that I really want him. And now I have to deal with him every Mondayday through Friday! I groan inwardly, not liking this one bit.

Great. Another place of focus ruined for me.

Who knows where else he'll turn up.