Vegas Lights

Chapter 14

Iris's P.O.V

I walked back to the stairs making my way down back into the kitchen. I saw Brendon and the lady still in there. Brendon noticed me and looked at me in my new outfit.
"I like those on you." He said looking at my body, sipping his coffee. I blushed and looked down, playing with the edges of his boxers.
"I do too." I said looking at him. He smiled and went back to look at his papers. I went and got in the seat next to him.
"Would you like some coffee?" He asked me.
"I would love some." I told him.
"Maria, would you mind making Iris here a cup of coffee?" Brendon asked Maria.
"No problem, Mr. Urie." She said. I could hear her thick Mexican accent as she spoke. I'm not surprised that he has a maid. If I was as rich as him, I would too.

"So, what all happened last night?" I asked him.
"You don't remember?" He asked me, looking confused.
"I remember some parts, but not too much." I admitted.
"Well, I'm not sure how the first part of your night went but you ended up calling me around midnight." He said. "You sounded really drunk and I didn't know if you was gonna be okay or not." He said, drinking his coffee.
"I called you?" I asked him.
"You did." He let out a light chuckle.
"How did you know where I was?" I asked him curiously.
"When you're in a high position such as myself, it's not hard to figure it out." He said. "The club you was at, isn't far from my house at all, so I sped over there to make sure you was alright. Then I seen what Marco was doing. I already hated the fucker, I never really knew why, but now I do." He finished. He looked really mad, but I didn't want to talk about that. I wanted to forget it even happened.
"Oh." Was all I managed to say.
"I'm so sorry that happened to you." Brendon said, grabbing my hand. I didn't really know what to say to that. I mean, what could you say? Him bringing up my drunk phone call to him, made me think back to Lia and Jason. I frantically jumped up from my seat and ran back to Brendon's room causing him to give me a look of confusion.

I ran into his room and grabbed my phone from his nightstand and opened it up looking at all of the missed calls and texts I had gotten from Lia. Ten missed calls and six messages.
'Girl, where r u?'
'I can't find u anywhre'
'I don't wanna leave u'
'I'm rlly worried'
'I still have yur purse.'
'I rlly hope ur ok'
Her spelling errors showed just how much more drunk she had gotten last night. I sent her a quick text back.
'I'm okay and safe. I'll call you later.' I locked my phone back and carried it back down with me.

When I came back to the kitchen, I saw a plate and a cup of coffee waiting for me from where I was sitting before.
"Sorry, I had to go get my phone." I said, showing Brendon.
"That's alright." He said, taking a bite of his food.
I took a moment to look at what was on the plate in front of me. Pancakes, bacon, and eggs. All of my favorites. I started to dig into it with my fork, putting it into my mouth. It was so good, I leaned my head back in ecstasy. Brendon noticed and started to laugh.
"Good?" He simply asked me.
"Very." I said, with a mouthful of pancake. As I was eating, more questions started to fill my head.
"So..." I started. "You put me in your bed last night."
As if he was reading my mind he instantly spoke up.
"I slept in the guest bedroom, my room was the closest, so I put you there." He said.
I just nodded my head at him and kept eating my food.
"Whatcha got there?" I asked him, pointing my fork towards his papers.
"Ah, just some paperwork for the casino I have to go through."
"But, it's Saturday." I told him.
"I'm never really, truly off." He sighed.
"I don't believe in that." I said, still chewing my food. He looked confused. I swallowed my food and explained myself.
"I mean, you shouldn't work yourself to death. Everyone needs time to themselves and to just focus on their mental health and well-being." I finished, taking a sip of my coffee.
"I haven't taken time for myself in a long time." He said, taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes.
"All right then, I guess I have no choice." I said, putting down my fork. He looked at me confused once again.
"Tomorrow, you're not going to do anything work related. You and I are going to do whatever you want to do." I finished.
"Anything?" He said, leaning back in his chair with one arm on the back of it.
"Anything." I replied.
"How could I say no to that." He smiled.
"You can't. Even if you wanted to." I laughed.