Lusvious

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That night Steve took Wilmas mobile and put in his number so she could call him at any time. So he could call her and not scare the shit out of her. Wilma stood up and thanked for the drinks and walked over to help her friends.

"Wilma, I can take them home to me so you don't have to take care of these crazy ladies. So you can get some sleep," Natasha said. Wilma was about to resist her kind offer when Natsaha then kept going. "They will puck all night and let's take this night off as a thank you for coming?".

"Take care of them or else I will push you out from a cliff" Wilma gave a stirn glare and turned around.

The clock was a while after midnight and most of the taxis were taken and to be honest it would go faster to walk home.

New York nights are in some strange ways very calming, sure it is busy around but no one really cares about what you do or who you are, and at night it is as if you don't even exist.

When Wilma arrived at the living komplex. She walked over to the door, put in the apartment security code and made her way up the stairs. Walking over to her door she started searching her pockets for her keys.

"Fucking hell, ugh!" She slipped her back down the door. Kate was the one locking the door, Wilma didn't have any keys.

"Okay, what do we do? Ask neighbours? No they are sleeping, call Natasha and ask if she can stay at hers with the other? Yes!" Wilma took up her phone and called Natasha.

"Hey" Natasha answered.

"Funny, well Kate has the keys home so I wondered if I could sleep at yours?"

"I would love to but I don't have place for one more, I'm so sorry you could call Steve or James"

"Oh, thank you anyway" Wilma said and ended the call. She didn't have James' number so she had no other choice but to call New York's richest and wealthiest man and ask if she could stay over at his. Scrolling down to his name she hesitated to actually ask him, she could always just sleep on the stone floor outside the apartment. No, that's ridiculous.

She pressed the call button and waited.

"Hello bunny, what can I help you with?" The voice said that he was smirking.

"Well hehe, funny actually... hmm..." Wilma hesitated. "Could I stay at yours? Kate has the keys to my apartment and Natasha doesn't have a place for me to stay and James. I don't have his number. Well I don't want to disturb my other friends who are probably sleeping too." When Wilma was done she was out of breath and took a few deep breaths.

"Well yes I need your address and I will get you a ride" he simply said.

"I can get a cab myself-"

"Your address bunny." Wilma said her address and the call ended. She walked down the stairs down to the street and stood there and waited when a black car with windows that were tinted so she couldn't see in. A man walked over one of the backseat doors and opened it.

"For me?"

"Yes miss, I suppose you are who Steve calls bunny?"

"Uhm, yes my name is Wilma nice to meet you what's your-"

"Jump in Sir is waiting"

Wilma nodded and took a seat. The man closed the door and walked over to the driver seat and started the engine. The car was silent in the night traffic. On the radio Lost in the fire of The weekend and Gesaffelstein were playing making her life feel like she was in a movie or a music video.

The New York street passed by as Wilma looked out the window. New York was still pretty warm, the cold fall breases hadn't arrived yet. It was still late August so they shouldn't be here anyway. The tall building stood high and some windows showed that people in the city were awake.