The Contract

Chapter 12

I made it back to my apartment in exactly 20 minutes by walking, and in those 20 minutes, I had several arguments in my head how about how I'm going to face Donovan and what I'm going to say to him.

It's been a week since I last spoke or even heard from him, and the last time I saw him, we weren't exactly talking, at this point, I only know our relationship falls under 'physical' rather than the standard relationship where we talk every day.

Stepping out of the elevator, I grip my gym bag and curse myself every filthy word I know in the book, as I near my apartment, but instantly relax when I turn the corner and see that he's not standing outside waiting.

Did he leave?

I grab my keys and open the door, sighing out feeling completely drained, physically and mentally.

"You took your time getting here."

I throw my phone in the air from the sudden voice scaring the shit out of me and failing to catch it, causing it to fall on the floor.

Looking to the living room, there he is, Donovan, making himself at home with his jacket off and shoes by the door, like he freaking lives here.

"You scared the shit out of me!" I snap out, holding my hand against my chest to calm my beating heart.

I pick up my new phone and see that the screen is cracked.... great, just great.

"My day could not get any worse." I mutter out under my breath.

"How did you get in here?" I ask, setting my keys and newly cracked phone on the kitchen aisle.

He sits up from the sofa and walks over to me, making me feel suddenly nervous again, as the effects of his touch and smell cloud my mind.

"I own this building." He simply says, staring down at me coldly once he steps in front of me.

I stand my ground and look him in the eye. "I'm really not in the mood, can you not go to someone else?"

His face remains cold, and still as he leans closer to me until his face is inches from mine.

"You smell like alcohol." He states once he smells me, making me cringe out remembering where I just came from.

"I had a thing, it's why I needed the money." I force out, avoiding his hard stare. "The money wasn't for me.'

I move away from him and swallow hard. "I promise I'll pay you back, once I get paid."

A knock at the door fills the room, making Donovan walk past me to go answer it, leaving me standing there in the awkward silence he caused.

I sigh and grab a bottle of water from the fridge then move to sit on the sofa, wanting him to just leave me alone, so I can take a shower and go to sleep, and forget this day ever happened.

I hear the door close and then see Donovan come back into the room, holding two boxes of pizzas in his hands.

"What's this?" I asked, watching him until he sits down next to me on the sofa.

"I ordered food, I didn't have time to eat yet." He said opened the pizza box and took a slice.

"I hope you like meat, other than mine that is."

I almost choke on my own saliva as he bites into the pizza, looking at me intensely, watching my reaction.

"You're a pervert." I scoff. "Yes I like meat, and I told you." I grab a piece from the open pizza box. "I'm not gay." Not fully anyways, I still liked women, but I didn't mention that.

He doesn't say anything but grabs another slice.

I sit back and eat the pizza in silence, and I have to say, looking at someone like Donovan Steele, a billionaire eating pizza with a nobody like me, really does feel like I'm having some strange dream.

"I didn't think you'd eat this stuff." I mumble out, swallowing the pizza in my mouth. " I figured you'd be eating some rich people's food, caviar, and lobster." I joke.

He laughs out, making the hairs on my arms stand up. "I indulge when I can, and I'm allergic to shellfish."

I stare at him with wide eyes. "No shit." How random. "Me too, isn't that a coincidence?"

There was a moment of silence, but it didn't last long.

"If the money wasn't for you, then who was it for?" He asks.

Sighing, I wipe my hands with a napkin. "My mom."

"She's... an alcoholic, and only ever contacts me when she's coming down from some drug or needs money for food or more alcohol."

"I just found out she got married today." I laugh bitterly. "My new stepdad is as bad as she is, they're both a drunken mess."

I try and change the subject, instantly getting worked up from it being so fresh still, having just calmed myself down, it's all coming back.

"Did you just get back from your business trip?"

Donovan puts the pizza down and looks at me. "Yes, about an hour ago."

I hum, not exacting it to be that soon, but now that I think about it, did he come straight here?

"Why'd you come straight here?" I take a drink from my bottled water. "Don't you have a home to go to? Or a girlfriend or something?"

"I came because it sounded like you needed someone to talk to." He says, catching me off guard. "And because I was hungry." He hints at the pizza as he picks up his slice and eats it.

I roll my eyes. "Well I don't need anyone, so eat your pizza then go home."

Donovan smirks and leans back, leaning his arm on the back of the sofa as he looks at me with a curious stare.

His eyes make me nervous, and the fact he's so close, it's been a week but I still remembered what he felt like.

"What?" I ask nervously, uncomfortable with the way he looks at me.

"Good job on landing your big role." He said sincerely. "The role suits you well."

"I can't tell if you're making fun of me or not." I say sarcastically. "Thank you anyways, I'm excited about it."

He laughs out huskily. "No, really, I knew you'd get it, have more faith in yourself Evan, you're a rare talent."

His words hit me deeply as I pull my eyes from his.

"Why are you really here?" I ask, trying my best to not look at him, part of me already knows why he's here.

"The truth?" He hums a deep rumble. "My parents are visiting for the weekend so I'm avoiding their overbearing presence."

I scoff at 'overbearing presence' relating to it instantly considering he's here right now.

His parents huh, I shouldn't laugh, but I couldn't help myself given the situation, considering he's being overbearing right now, and not even realizing it.

"So what." I sit back and tilt my head to look at him. "You thought you could crash here for the weekend and get laid?"

"Don't you have women clinging off your every limb? Why don't you just go and stay with one of them?" I say with a sigh. "I'm sure they're practically begging to be at your back and call for the weekend."

He smirks, showing his perfect teeth. "You're more fun than any woman I've slept with." He admits. "I'm too tired to cater to a woman's needs right now,"

"I'd rather sleep here than head home." He says, standing up and walking to the kitchen with the pizza boxes.

I look at him baffled as the words 'what the hell did he just say' come to mind.

Did he just say he's sleeping here? "You're staying the night?" I ask in horror, watching him open the fridge, making himself at home.

He turns around and grins handsomely and shrugs at me before taking a drink of bottled water from the fridge, already making himself comfortable.

What the hell is going on?