Venny's Assistant

11

I walked around the coffee spill on the floor and over to Ms Venable, who was still sobbing softly to herself.

"Hi," I whispered, still terrified that I was the cause for this.

Silence.

"I'm sorry," I broke down on the floor, kneeling in front of her, "I didn't know you didn't want it. I would've stopped I swear but I thought you were enjoying it too and I asked for your consent and you gave it and I didn't ask if you still wanted it after I had started... and... and now..." but I couldn't go on.

I looked up through my tears to see her frown slightly.

"What are you talking about?"

"F... Friday night," I whispered.

"Y/n... Friday night was amazing. Is that what you think this is about?"

"I... yes,"

"You're such a Wally," she laughed a little and wiped her tears.

"You're not upset?" I smiled a little.

"Oh no, I am. But not about that. You asked me for all the consent in the fucking world sweetheart, I respect you for that wholeheartedly,"

"You do?"

"Yes." She whispered.

"Then why are you sad?"

"Because you're going to hate me," she sobbed.

"What? I could never hate you Ms Venable," I laughed a little and pulled her close, but she pushed me away again.

"Yes you could. Did you not think about why maybe I made sure you kept the lights off?"

"No," I whispered. Had I missed something!

"I'm a monster y/n," she sobbed.

"No you're not," I frowned. With that, she turned her back to me and undid the back of her dress, revealing a large curve in her spine.

"Did you ever wonder how I got the money for the cars? Or the house? Or anything?" She whispered, but I was so focused on her back. Did it hurt her? Had I hurt her?

"Does it hurt?"

"No," and I pressed soft, delicate kisses in the ridges of her spine.

"I still don't think you're a monster," I whispered against her skin.

"But it's my fault," she sobbed, as I zipped up her dress again.

"How?"

"Let us explain," Jeff and Mutt said together.