I Kinda Hope They Catch Us - Katya Zamo

too much to ask

"... I don't know what to say to you" You said quietly, looking at the bright eyes for an answer.

"Then let me in" He sighed, his eyes boring into you as he silently begged.

You can't help but feel shivers when you step to the side to let him in and your figures brush against one another, the scent of his cologne post shower intoxicating your senses in a devastating way.

"How do you like the room?" He asked with the subtlest hint of a smirk, analyzing his surroundings and suddenly it hits you.

"What did you tell them?" You question and he knows exactly what you're talking about.

"Nothing. I just told them to put you in a nice room... that's all" He simply explained.

"Is that fair to everyone else?" You gulp.

"I don't think they know. Unless you told them about it- which I know for a fact you probably didn't. After all, you love a good secret... don't you?" His gaze alone practically skinned you alive.

"You don't want to go down that road right now, Brian" You warned him.

"Doesn't make it less truer" He sat down on the couch in the living room, looking at you and signaling for you to join him, your trepidation tells you otherwise, so you don't.

"Quit being an asshole" You huffed.

"Quit ignoring me" He clapped back.

"Ignoring you?" You scoffed. "What the fuck are you doing here right now then? I let you in, I'm simply waiting for you to say what you have to say. I'm not playing games anymore- I'm really fucking tired of this..." You say with teary eyes and his expression immediately softens as he gradually lets his guard down, swallowing hard.

"I'm serious too..." He tried with a softer tone.

"Then tell me what's the solution for this because I desperately need it" You wipe a single tear from your cheek as you look down at him.

"(Y/N)..." He looked at you with worry.

"I'm okay" You clear your throat, recomposing yourself. "Go ahead"

"I'll pay to keep you off the tour" He repeated.

"So you're suggesting that I break the contract?"

"Is that what you want?" He asked with those curious blue eyes.

"I'm not sure" You said truthfully, you were totally lost at the moment. "What happens if I do it?"

"You'll probably get sued" He bites his lip, that probably sounded pretty fake. He knew more about this than you did, that's for sure.

"I've talked to my accountant and lawyer, it's all good- just say the word" He simply said.

"How much?" You raised a brow.

"A couple thousand dollars" He shrugged.

"Wow- how badly do you want me to go?" You barely scoff, feeling threatening tears again.

"It's not like that- at all!" His eyes widen. "I've listened to what you had to say and I'm asking you to choose what's best for us" He explains.

"You've got to understand that this isn't easy for me..." You breathed shakily.

"I know it isn't" He nodded understandingly.

"If I say yes- then what? I'm unemployed?" You questioned him. "With a lawsuit against me?!"

"I'll pay for everything" He answered.