Opus Dei

Two

Damien decides to ignore my little outburst in the conference room considering the fact that Adonis did sign the contract after all.

I spend the day in my office drafting a gazillion contracts still not able to shake the feeling that two deep grey eyes linger on me, undressing me as they watch. I try to push the sensation in the back of my mind, sipping coffee after coffee. His allure is like something out of this world, something I haven't seen before. He carries himself with such confidence and basically his whole attire screams power. I wonder what is it that he truly does, what is he trying to cover up.

There is no way in hell that a man with so much money would care to invest a few million dollars into a small lifeless company; he obviously knows what he's doing and I am sure that he wouldn't purposely make a huge mistake like that.

"So, how did it go? "  A lively Kendall bursts into my office, looking flawless as ever in a wavy summer dress and white sandals. She sits down at my office, looking at me expectantly.

There are very few things in this world that I am truly grateful for. One of them is Kendall and the friendship we share. It's not a typical trivial friendship. With her, it's like every minute we spend together we throw shade over Carrie Bradshaw and her small gang. With her, it's like I have an army backing me up 24/7, like someone copied a better version of me and put it in her body, like she's here to look after me, to guide and to smack me in the face when I do something wrong. We've been inseparable for two years already and I am sure as hell I'm never letting her go.

"That bad?" she put her chin in the palm of her hand scrutinizing me with her hazel brown eyes.

"Actually, no, he agreed to send the signed contract first thing tomorrow morning." As I say the words out loud I realize that damn it, I should be celebrating right now because God knows I've worked my ass off for this project. But yet I feel like at this point he would've  said yes to anything just to get the money out of his bank account.

"And you're not drunk yet because...?" As I said, deep friendship, knows me well.

"I might have called him out on money laundering in the conference room in front of everybody."

She lays back in the chair, a ghost of a smile visible on her lips, "Look, you said he is going to sign the contract so I suggest we go out tonight, take a shot for every hour you spent working on this project and then, Monday, we can dig him up deeper and see what dirt we have, just because I feel like we could be a part of the White Collar division lately. It's Friday after all, we deserve a break from madness."

I raise my hands above my head and tilt my head back, "Well, Amen to that! I get off at five thirty tonight, we should meet back at my place and then go out, all of us. Call Hailey and Justin as well."

"Already did that, I would've dragged you out tonight by your hair if you would've said no so I didn't take any chances. I'll see you tonight. Cheer up, you deserve to let loose and enjoy this win. Love you!"

By the time she finished the sentence she was blowing a kiss my way and closing the door behind her. Damn right, I deserve to let loose for once in a long time. I am 22 years old for God's sake and I spend the last two months working like a mother of three with a drunken husband.

**

Kanye's voice fills my entire apartment probably annoying the hell out of my neighbors, there are piles of clothes, shoes and bags all around the place and Kendall, Hailey and I dance in a humiliating manner while dealing with each other's hair. This is what I love, this is what feels good, this is twenty-two.

Tired of the classy, sophisticated-woman clothes I wear at work I throw on a white lace crop top, black shorts and knee high Pretty Woman Louboutin boots. I curl my hair and Kendall helps me achieve an awesome 2011 Miley Cyrus look.  The girls wear similar outfits, Kendall deciding to straighten her hair and wear a black Yankees camisole and Hailey going for jeans and a crop top.

Half an hour and Kendall nearly crashing her car later we reach the club where we meet everybody else. Justin, Nicole, Ryan,  Kylie along with some others are already half drunk when we arrive but it feels so good to see them again, even drunken Kylie laughing like a maniac (which annoys all of us) makes me feel happy.

I head straight for Justin and place my arms around his neck while him, with his arms around my waist, spins me around.

"So I guess you're back among us you workaholic idiot!" He has to yell at me so I could hear him over the music, but his smile says he didn't mean that in a harsh manner, he never does.

"Yes, and I'm not leaving again anytime soon" I smile at him too, still hugging him tightly. I missed him so much, I missed his dorky jokes, his cluelessness, the way he cares so much and the way he's always there. I missed my friend so much.

"Good. I missed you." He says, his tone lower this time. He perks my forehead before letting me go so I could say hy to the others as well.

A few hours later none of us would be able to tell you his or her name, not even with their ID in front of them. We dance all night long, and even though my feet hurt like hell I know this party won't be over hours from now.

The club is so crowded and the lights are burning my retina so I leave Kendall and Hailey dancing by themselves while I head for the bar hoping to find a free stool and another Passport to Hell.

Fortunately, I find the only free stool I put my eyes on and order the shot, already eager to have it considering I was starting to sober up.

"I think you've already had enough to drink." The soft breath in my ear sends chills down my spine and the hot breath makes goose bumps appear all over my arm. Gently but in a dominating way, a hand is placed above my stomach and below my boobs, touching my bare skin while the other removes my fingers from around the small glass and takes it.

I somehow knew who it was from the way my body reacted to his approach. Glancing up, however I can't stop the small squeak that comes out of my mouth when I see him. The beautiful bastard takes the glass to his mouth, letting his neck arch back every so slowly, drinking the contents of MY shot. Whilst doing so, his hand pulls me closer to him so that my back is now flush against his chest.

My head is spinning a thousand miles per hour but somehow I manage to push his hand away, get off of the stool and yell in his face.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Since you ordered a Passport to Hell, I'm here to take you to there." His cocky smile makes me want to slap him, but his eyes make me want to take his hands and place them back on my skin, where it was still burning from his touch, let him lead me through hell.