The Protection Program

TPP : Chapter XXXVII

Her grip on the steak knife tightened as the door handle jiggled. She had been sitting on the couch for a good 20 minutes now, she held the largest knife she could find in her hands and all the lights turned on, even the bathroom and closet lights. Darkness was not an option and she was not dying tonight. She doubted her decisions on leaving, if she would have gotten taken in the club she could have grabbed onto someone or something but now she was all alone. With her knife. The door handle continued to jiggle and a banging was against the door as if someone was trying to bust in. She stood up gripping the handle so hard it felt like her hands were melting right through it

"Idiot you have to use your key."

"Oh shit, your right."

She smiled to herself at the sound of both Ryan and Aubrey's voice, Aubrey was clearly extremely drunk and Ryan sounded half way. She set the knife down on the counter and walked to the door, peering through the peep hole just in case. She opened the door and instantly felt a body nearly crush her

"Niiiinnaaaaaa."

He lean against her, well-nigh pushing her to the ground, he was heavy against her small body and thankfully Ryan was there to pick him up or else she would have toppled over and been killed.

"He's to drunk to do anything. Could you help him get into sleeping clothes and tuck him in. I would but I'm pretty drunk too."

"Uhh..."

"Thanks."

He walked across the hall and into his room before she could even respond, she quickly hugged onto Aubrey before he could fall over again, he no longer smelled like cologne but he smelled like alcohol and sweat, ass and dead bodies just like the club. It made her want to vomit but luckily she got him to the couch In time

"Baby, come sit with me. Don't leave."

He hiccuped, his hiccups were cute but his alcohol breath was not. She stood up and walked to his room, going to his suit case and opening it up. He had tons of clothes and used three large suitcases so she just said screw it out of laziness, guys slept in the boxers right?

She went into his bathroom and grabbed a wash cloth, she wet it with warm water and grabbed his toothbrush and tooth paste as well. She then went into the kitchen and got two cups, one with water and one empty

"No. No. Sit down."

He plopped back down on the couch before he tipped over, she knew that Aubrey liked to drink but she had never imagined him drunk to the point where he was incapable of doing things for himself without falling. She kneeled down in front of him before setting all the items she brought on to the coffee table.

"Take off your pants."

"Yes mam, I like a girl who takes control."

She rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile, he thought she was going to perform oral sex but god was he wrong. He threw his black pants to the side and began to take of his boxers but Nina quickly stopped him

"Nope. Stop. Take off your shirt."

"Why would I need to take off my shirt if your just gonna-"

"Take. It. Off."

He hiccuped again as he took off his shirt and threw that down too. His body was amazing, perfectly toned chest and Ab muscles, his legs were strong looking and his shoulder and upper arms bulged out. He was perfect in every way and Nina tried her hardest not to drool.

She took in a deep breath as she snapped herself out of his sexy trance. She picked up the wet, warm wash rag and placed it to his caramel skin. His eyes closed as he sighed out in relaxation, she drug the cloth across his body, painting him gently. She wiped him down because she was not giving him a bath. She moved from his shoulders and neck down his body slowly, wiping down every part of him.

"That feels good baby."

She got butterflies in her tummy as he called her baby. It was a term of endearment, a term you would use to your significant other, she knew she wasn't truly his baby but it felt good to hear him say it. Drunk or not, it was still his voice. She continued to wash him off, wetting his skin, making his sweat disappear. When she was done she stood up and pointed to the cups

"The one with the water is for rinsing, the one without water is to spit. Brush your teeth, I'll be back."

She turned on her heels as he sat up, she shuffled back into his room and into his bathroom. He had the "master bedroom" of the hotel room while she had the "guest room". They were the same type of room, he just had a bathroom inside of his while she did not. She washed out the rag before hanging it over the shower to let it dry.

"I'm finished."

She smiled to herself, he was cute. He was beyond cute, drunk and stupid or not. He. Was. Perfect.

She came out of his room to see him sitting back on the couch, he was staring at her with lust in his eyes. He looked hungry. But not for food.

He seemed a little more sober now that the taste of alcohol was out of his mouth. That usually helped, it helped for Rashad and clearly it worked for him because he seemed to have become a little more clearheaded.

She pulled back the covers and held his hand tightly as he lay down, he sigh out happily as his head hit the plushy pillow, she knew that feeling and she craved it because she hadn't had that in so long. She pulled the covers up over him and smiled but it wasn't veritable

"Goodnight."

She turned on her heels but was stopped by Aubrey grabbing her hand in his. She looked back at him, the lust and hunger wasn't in his eyes but it was replaced by passion and and emotion she hadn't seen in him before.

"Nina.. Thank you."

"Your welcome."

He let go but grabbed it back again confusing her a little, did he want her to leave or stay?

"Nina..."

"Yeah?"

"Will you sleep with me tonight? Oliver won't like it but I don't care, I sleep best with you and I'll need a good sleep
So I won't be tired during my rehearsal and show tomorrow."

She smirked, he made it sound as if she didn't sleep with him, he would fail to do well on his show the next day. It was a cute way to get her to sleep with him but he didn't have to. Simply just asking her to do so just because would be a good enough explanation. She wanted to sleep with him, matter of factly she needed to sleep with him.

She felt safe with him, protected and warm, she felt loved in ways she couldn't explain even though that love was probably false. He didn't love her because he wasn't a love type of man, sure he was affectionate but love wasn't his thing, being tied down wasn't his thing (clearly), it was a fact that everyone knew. She smiled as she shuffled around the bed, he kept his eyes on her the whole time and it made her heart skip a beat. She put her hands and knees on the bed as she crawled over to him slowly, he pulled the covers back exposing his perfect body once again. She lay down gently as she place her head softly onto his firm chest, instantly feeling some sort of relief. He pulled the comforter back up and wrapped his right arm around her body, pulling her closer. She wrapped her right arm around his torso and threw a leg across his groin area. She snuggled up to him happily, feeling the butterflies die down as she finally began to fall asleep.

"Goodnight baby girl."

Her eyes shot open fast. Her stomach cramped up. She swallowed down hard. She hadn't heard that name since Rico last visited her, she felt like crying all over again, images of Rashad flashed through her head making her feel sick to her stomach. She sat up and moved around, his eyes opened when he noticed her presence lift up. She looked him in the eyes and she began to straddle him, there usual position. She pulled the covers over them again as she snuggle her face into his neck. His arms wrap around her again, caressing her body, feeling her skin, it was all so right. A single tear slid down her cheek as she closed her eyes and snuggled up a little more, removing all the space between them completely. She placed a kiss to the part of his neck that rested against her lips.

"Goodnight Aubrey."