✔️Get Naked - Katya Zamolodchikova x Reader

Part Eleven

You woke up on Paul's couch with an intense pounding in your head. You were laid on a rather uncomfortable pillow that you soon realized was not that at all, but it was violets still corseted waist. It was surprising she hadn't fucking suffocated during the night, but she may as well have because you knew she would be pissed and completely uncomfortable when she woke. Pulling yourself from the couch with a loud grunt, you rubbed your hands groggily over your eyes, Violet squirmed slightly but did not wake.

The nights events were fuzzy, but you knew yourself well enough to know that you probably fucked something up and you and Paul would most likely spend the day trying to figure out what that was exactly.

"Fuck me.." Violet suddenly groaned, your eyes flicking to her face as she squinted hers roughly and attempted to sit up. "Get this shit off of me." The queen scoffed, ripping her wig straight from her head and tearing at the bindings of her corset.

"Shut up bitch, your the idiot who passed out with it all on.." you snapped, standing from your seat and limping on one heel off into the bathroom. You were determined to get into the shower and wash every possible hint of last night events from your face and your body.

"You are not stealing my bathroom, get-" but before Violet could finish her sentence, you slammed the door shut, locking it quickly. You were really going to get it later, but there was no sense in caring at the moment, you just wanted a warm shower. Pulling your phone from you pocket you were surprised not by your never ending list of emails, nor 16 missed calls- that was expected with your line of work- but 4 calls from a specific person.

That person, was one who had been on your mind quite often lately. Brian. You could only assumed you had discovered what mistake you had made last night, but you had no idea to what extent it entailed. Setting your phone just outside the shower you began undressing yourself, turning on the shower to allow the calming water to warm to your preferred temperature.

Finally allowing yourself to step into the water, you relished the calming feeling it engulfed you with. Washing over your face, you already began to feel refreshed, but you serene experience was interrupted by the incessant ringing of your phone.

You groaned loudly, drying your hands off with the towel and not even bothering to check the contact before answering it.

"(Y/N) (L/N) management, talk to me." You stated quickly, the shower still loudly present in the background. Though you had a reputation to uphold and you liked to be professional, sometimes you were beyond caring.

"Oooo, are we finally doing phone sex? I've heard of it, but I'm not the best with the techno shit like you kids are." That all too familiar voice teased. It was Brian.

"Oh fuck off, I had a rough night and I need to wash away some of the crust." You scoffed, putting the phone on speaker and beginning to wash your hair. Brian's voice made your shower all the more relaxing.

"Oh I know honey. You called me!" Brian spoke matter of factly and earning an audible gasp from you. Of course you fucked everything about with the one person you gave a damn about other than Violet. You didn't even want to know what you said, but you, of course would still ask.

"Fuck- why? What did I say, I can't remember anything from last night?" You pressed, slapping your hands over your face with embarrassment, hopping the water to wash some of it away. This was only one of the many, many times you and Violet fucked shit up while drinking.

"Oh nothing special. Just that I'm super hot and you wanna fuck again." He snickered, allowing you to practically see his shit eating grin just by the tone in Brian's voice. You groaned, reaching to turn off the water.