Troubled Indeed

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Before I got to work, I just had to check on Benji, so I called my mom. They were having the time of their lives, watching movies, and eating popcorn and other kinds of junk food. I guess there are great perks for Benji in staying at grandma's house.

It took me almost three hours, but the reconstruction plan's first draft is ready. I also found several construction companies close to the restaurant, but I want to run them by Alexi before I hire anyone. I email everything to Alexi and shut down my laptop. It's only now that I feel extremely hungry. We've barely eaten all day and now I'm starving. I get up and go looking for Anthony.

"Babe, should we go out and eat something?" I ask him as I spot him lying on his ridiculously big couch, watching TV. Then I notice an open bottle of Courvoisier on the coffee table and a glass in Anthony's hand.

"I ordered takeout," he says casually, then pats the couch with his palm, motioning for me to sit next to him. I gladly oblige and snuggle myself under his arm. He's still without his shirt and his body smells amazing. The smell of expensive cognac fills the space and I realize he must be drunk.

"How was your phone call?" I try to make small talk, but honestly, I'm just curious about how drunk he really is.

"Nothing I've never heard before. It's like chaos in there every time I leave." He drags his sentences a little bit, but he's not drunk enough to spill the beans about his work.

"Where?" I ask innocently, trying to find out more and see if he lets his guard down.

"Nice try, babe," he smirks at me. "How was your work? Did you finish?"

"Um, work, yes, otherwise, no," I reply alluringly, reminding him of our situation upstairs.

He inhales sharply and holds his breath for a moment, but then acts as if he didn't hear me.

"Did you like everything you saw upstairs?" he asks me, changing the subject. Or is he?

"I would prefer to see a lot more of you upstairs. But the place is marvelous, you must have had some crazy parties in here, this whole place is just built for partying. Nothing much to break, except those huge windows," I giggle.

"Yeah, I guess," he says in a much more serious tone, "To be honest, you're my first guest here."

Wow. He's never brought anyone here? No wonder it took him three months to bring me home with him. Is he kind of a loner or is there some other reason for not inviting his friends or even girls over? I need to know more.

"Why, though? I imagine renting this place costs you a fortune each month, so why not use it to its full advantage?"

"First of all, I don't rent it, I own it," he says, looking at me as he drops a bombshell. "I don't like it when people invade my private space. This is where I unwind and do my own thing without any distractions. This is where I can fully relax. But you, babe, are a very welcome distraction and you're welcome here any time." He caresses my cheek and moves closer to kiss me. I can taste the cognac on his tongue.

"So, what should we do now?" he asks me, kissing my neck and moving a bit lower with each kiss. I know what he means, and as much as I'd like to go upstairs and have a wild ride with him, I'm too hungry to even think. That's when an idea strikes me.

"How about we play Truth or Dare?" I suggest.

He stops kissing my collarbone and looks up at me, surprised.

"You seriously want to play some high-school party game? Now?"

"Why not?" I say cheekily, "Just until the food arrives."

"Alright," he sighs, slouches back on the couch, and drinks up what is left in his glass, "Although I know other fun, more physical activities to pass time."

"Okay, so truth or dare?" I ask him quickly, changing the subject.

He pours himself another drink, not even hiding his disappointment.

"Dare," is all he says before he drinks some more.

"I dare you to go to that window, pull your pants down and yell "I'm the king of the world!" Let's see if he's drunk enough to do something that stupid.

"Babe, come on," he laughs, then he stands up and walks towards the window.

Is he really about to do this? He's unbelievable, but to be honest, if I had his body, I wouldn't have a problem showing it off either.

He drops his jeans to his knees, spreads out his arms, and yells "I'm the king of the fucking world!" Then he turns towards me, giving me his full frontal, before pulling his jeans pack up. I bite my lip, I want him so badly, but I can't function without food.

"I can't believe you just did that!" I almost squeal, "There are people out there, with eyes, and smartphones!"

"Babe, I have reflective windows. We could be fucking against that window, and nobody would know."

I gasp. His hints are getting loud and clear. I need some food quickly or we're going to end up having sex and me passing out during it.

"O-okay, your turn," I stutter a little bit.

"Fine, truth or dare?"

"Dare," I say with a little bit of doubt. I wonder what he'll dare me to do.

"I dare you to...," he takes a moment to think but doesn't get to finish his thought. Someone's knocking at the door. I guess it must be the delivery person.

"...finish my drink, take off your shirt and get our food," he finishes his sentence with a devilish twinkle in his eyes. It must be the alcohol talking.

"Are you sure about this?" I ask.

"You were the one who wanted to play, so let's play." There's something about his tone, he's getting restless. I guess postponing sex is not an option for him.

"Alright, you're the boss." I take his hand and lift up the drink, holding his grip around the glass tightly as I finish it, and then let go. I take my shirt off, so I'm only in my bra, and move towards the door, flicking my hair over the shoulder. His look is priceless, I think he thought I would chicken out.

I open the door and a young guy, about my age is staring at me.

"Hi there," I stretch my hand out to take the paper bags from him, and after a few seconds of scanning my body, his shaky hand lets go of the bags.

"Thank youuu," I say sweetly and smile. That's when he looks over my shoulder and his face changes immediately.

I don't even have to turn around to know that Anthony is standing right behind my back, I can feel his body heat. He hands the poor boy some money, and again with a shaky hand, he takes it.

"Bye," is all Anthony says before slamming the door shut.

He takes the bags from me and places them on the floor. Then he pins me against the door with his hips and kisses me feverishly. He lifts my arms above my head and holds them with one hand, his other hand caressing me.

"Babe, what you did was fucking hot, I'm amazed by you," he says, looking at me, "So, what you wanna do now?"

I kiss him on his irresistible lips, gently wrestle my arms free, and slide both of them down his perfect body. I don't know what has gotten into me, but suddenly I feel very courageous. Must be the alcohol.

"First eat, then fuck," I say as I move past him, taking his hand in mine and tugging him after me.