Drugs Of NYC

Chapter 5 - The night after

I awake to the scent of Kenneth's suave cologne. His scent was probably all over me now. I had my arm stretched across his chest and our legs were firmly tangeled in the silk sheets. He rubbed my hair against his chest, while he gazed at the ceiling.

"You were great," He says sleeply. "First time?"

In a whole year. Yes.

"Nope," I snuggled my nose against his chest. This wasnt me. I wasn't the type of girl to just fuck a guy after 24 hours. But something washed over me. I have no clue what is was. He just seemed so geniune. So sweet. So...real. "I'm positive it wasnt yours."

"Actually, I've been cellibute for five years now. I was saving myself for someone really special. I mean REALLY special." He looked down at me. "I couldnt even wait a few days, I had to have you. You're special to me, Tessa."

I had honestly never been called special. Just weird. A dreamer. A loser. Sexy. A fine piece of ass. But I never considered myself anything, 'special'.

"Really?"

"Really." He kissed my forehead. "I'm sorry I let you take advantage of me. I really wanted to wait to prove somethings to you...and myself."

"Like what?"

"Well, that I'd never do the sleeping with girls that I meet in the same day. Not anymore. I'm sick of that lifestyle. So from now on, no sex okay?"

I rolled my eyes with a smirk climbbing onto him.

"Okay, no more." I shrugged leaning down kissing him passionately. I held the kiss until I felt his hands snake up my bare back, then I pulled away quickly.

"Why'd you stop?" His eyes went wide. I almost laughed at his suprised expression. I hopped off of him.

"Because, you said no sex." I shrugged innocently.

"Very cute, Tessa." he smirked wrapping his hand around my waist. Somehow being naked and out of the bed made me feel extra uncomfortable. I slightly pulled away.

"Will I be getting breakfast?" he whispered in a low tone.

"You want breakfast?" My eyebrows shot up. He nodded. "Well there's a Denny's down the street."

He laughed and released me. I walked out and showered.

I made it to work quickly, wanting to arrive without my boss. Didn't want everyone knowing that I was already moving up. I was wearing the same dress from last night, I wanted to play it off by putting my hair in a slick ponytail to dress it down a bit. I still had all eyes on me when I walked through the door, hawks from the guys and looks of envy from the girls. They didn't know anything but yet they acted like they did. I was already the center of the attention, yet it was the 2nd day. I walked over to my desk and picked up an envelope addressed to Steven. Dumb cart guys must've got the mail mixed up. I didn't even want to go within two feet of that disrespectful bastard. My fist was still sore from his steel jaw. Hopefully he was feeling the same effects. I was about to find out because every girl refused to deliever the letter to the music department to him. So I shrugged and got up to deliever it myself.

It was a long walk, well in painful heels it was. I round the corner to a counter with a young looking guy sitting behind. He had his little headset on, he looked like a cute little teenager.

"Steven here?" I raised an eyebrow. He checked his little paper and nodded his head.

"He is, down the hall make a left."

I followed his verbal map guide and walked right into a little lounge. There was a white couch, lime green walls, a vintage poster of The Beatles hanging over the grand piano in the corner. I saw Steven stretched out on the couch, humming along to a Kurt Cobain song on TV. When he saw me he nearly tripped when he jumpped up.

"The hell are you doing here?" He snarled.

"Believe me, I'm not happy about being here either." I held out the mail. "They put your shit on MY desk."

He looked down at it with a slight smirk contemplating taking it from me. Instead he reaches to grab it and wraps his hand firmly around my wrist. And I must admit the pressure was killing me.

"My jaw still hurts from that pleasant little hit yesterday." He whispered sadistaclly in my ear. "Now, I know you're sorry. Right?"

Is he really touching me? Not only is this creepy but very daring. So were my next words.

"Hell no," I snatched away from him. He got a slight smile on his face.

"You're a gutsy skank aren't you?"

I twisted my nose in disgust and pursed my lips trying to think of a good comeback. I guess he sensed it cause he started laughing. "It's okay, you're not the only 'assistant' to have a piece of Kenny. You won't be the last either. So enjoy your little fame while it lasts sweetie." He shrugs. I feel like slapping him. My hand itches on my side and starts to twitch.

"Do it," He lowered to my eye level. His hand on his knees. "Slap me and you watch what I do to you."

"You gonna hit me?" I challenge.

His eyebrow quirks up along with the corner of his mouth.

"You wanna find out?"

I could feel my face turning angry. I mentally cursed in my head. I tried not to let this asshole get to me, but here I was afraid to lift my hand. My fist balled and he kept his emerald eyes piercing mine. Not a slight trace of fear that I would knock the living hell out of him, which I could've. I mean he definitely let his guard down. It had to be. His face was completely open for a punch. Why wasn't I hitting him?

He stood up straight chuckling, his bright white teeth revealing themselves along with the most adorable things. Two deep dimples in the center of his cheeks.

"See you soon, Tessa." He said plopping back down on the couch. "IF you're here more than a week."

I stared at him for what seemed like 30 seconds. He had a smug smirk on his face cause he knew I was watching him. He didn't look my way though, not even once. I walked out quickly hoping I'd never have to deal with that bastard again.

I can't tell you how wrong I was.