✔️Get Naked - Katya Zamolodchikova x Reader

Chapter Twenty One

You rested your head on Brian's chest, just finally feeling sleep wash over you after about 20 minutes of staring at the ceiling. Brian had passed out awhile ago, but you still laid there awake. You didn't know why you couldn't sleep, you were sufficiently exhausted and it's not like you had anything particular on your mind other than the usual impending doom.

That's you were rudely interrupted and instead of drifting off to sleep, you were jumping up after the annoying ring of your phone began blaring through the previously quiet room.

You gasped, reaching for your phone before it could wake Brian, yanking on a pair of shorts and rushing out to the balcony. You tiptoed to attempt to save your boyfriend his sleep and quickly answered the phone in a hushed tone.

It was 2 am, you had no idea who could be calling.

"Hello?" You pressed, your voice quiet and husky with sleep. As you looked over the completely dark city, only a few windows and signs lit, you took in a deep breath, relishing the untimely, but still beautiful moment whilst you had the chance.

"Hey, bitch!" Violets voice screeched over the other line, causing you to jump slightly over the abrupt volume increase.

"Why the fuck are you calling me at 2am?" You scoffed, closing the patio door as you decided you were going to speak normally and not whisper, still protecting Brian's rest from the noise.

"Duhhhh. Your my best friend and I wanted to check in on youuu." Violet slurred, hiccuping before and after her sentence; obviously plastered.

Violet loved to party. In fact, your friends affinity for partying is what led to Katya and yours introduction. Violet had been so concerned with your lack of a social life, she forced you to a drag show, and coherently wound you up as Trixie and Katya's manager.

"Anyway- I miss taking you out! I love partying with you cause your h-hilarious!" Violet swooned, making you chuckle. She never complimented you, when she did you made fun of her for it which was the reason she hated paying you any mind. Violet gasped right before you could answer and spoke. "Can I take you out to the club tonight? It'll be so fun! Just like before the old ball and chain." Violet added, her bitchy attitude returning, but strangely enough, being directed at Katya.

You weren't completely into the idea of partying, but you just needed to get to sleep. "Sure, babe. Text me later on and try and get some rest so we both have enough energy to leave the house." You sighed, rubbing your eyes and yawning as the gravity of your exhaustion finally hit you.

"Ok. I'm just trying to pry you away from that Russian thing and get you back tomorrow." Violet stated, not bothering to say goodbye, just hanging up the phone and cutting you off in the process.

"Bitch." You mumbled under your breath, sighing as you slipped your phone into the waist band of your shorts, holding it between them and your bare skin. You only now realized you were shirtless, but decided it was late enough to go without a shirt and to take a moment to admire the scenery before heading inside.

You and Violet had kind of drifted over the past weeks and you weren't very fond of it.

You missed the bitch strangely enough.

You couldn't help, but feel your relationship was part to blame, but Paul had encouraged it for a long time, you could only assume he still felt the same.

There had been a time where Violet was the only person in your life whom existed outside your work circle, but that all changed when Trixie, David and Katya came into your life.

"(Y/N)?" A groggy voice spoke from behind you. You flipped around to find Brian standing in the doorway naked with a dazed look on his face.

"Hey, beautiful. Did I wake you up?" You asked, a hushed and gentle tone to your voice to preserve any tiredness he may have left and hopefully not ruin his sleep completely.