Drugs Of NYC

Chapter 19 - Weak

I walk in the condo and the lights are all out. That's strange, I tell myself raising an eyebrow. Ken always leaves at least one light on. I feel around for the switch and before I could, someone else turned it on. I see Ken looking at me tiredly from the living room.

"Where in the bloody hell have you been?? I was worried sick." He jumps up. Okay this is unusual.

"I was out shopping, and hanging with Kingsley at the coffee shop. See?" I raise the brown bag of donuts and the Macy's bag.

"You were gone way too long." He raised an eyebrow approaching me with a slight smile. "I had almost fell asleep."

"At least if I ever went missing, you would know." I laugh turning to sit the bags on the counter. He snatches both my arms and turns me around playfully. Then presses his forehead to mine.

"No one is dumb enough to try to take you, no one deserves you like I do." He whispers. "I'd fight for you like two drunk Irishmen."

"You're so bad." I cooed looking at his rich chocolate brown eyes. They reminded me of the fudge cookies that Kingsley was eating earlier.

"Only for you, baby." He pecked my forehead. "Now, I hope you plan on sharing the donuts."

"I may, I may not." I shrugged playfully. "Its only 8 left and I'm almost full."

"Share." He rubbed my nose.

"If you release my arms."

"Sorry," He released his grip and I could feel the relief of the pressure. "Now fork over the donuts, woman."

"Nooooooo"

"Yesssss." He tossed me over his shoulder and I squealed like a kid. I could hear him fumbling with the carton. My hair dangled over his nice round flutes.

"Hey...Hey...keep those sausage fingers off my donuts!"

"Hush," He says in a muffled voice.

"Stop eating them!" I flailed as we started moving. I could see the carpet passing like I was in a car. He flopped me on the couch and I exploded in laughter. He had about 3 donuts in his mouth at the same time. I kicked him with my foot as he sat down. He slid into the arm of the couch and laughed bitterly. Then rubbed his own shoulder.

"That hurt dear,"

"I know, I'm sorry." I rubbed his shoulders.

"That feels excellent dear." He moaned with his voice drowning in his British accent.

"I can't wait for the Christmas dinner. My family is a little cooky but they'll love you"

"Your mom and dad does, but the rest of your family may not."

"They will because you matter the most to me. I matter to you right?" I smirked.

"More than you''ll ever know." He rubbed my hand. "I feel like sometimes you're the only stable thing I have. The media is forever eating me alive. My mum and dad didn't even talk to me when I came to America, until I made that movie. And I became rich. My own parents, Tessa. My own bloody parents are as fake as they come."

"You never told me that." I deepen my thumbs in his shoulder blades, trying to relieve the tension. He grabbed my hand, abruptly stopping me.

"Cause it doesn't matter anymore," He kissed my hand. "Only you matter."

"Lets watch a movie, sweetie." I try to tear my hand away but he keeps kissing it softly. Trailing up my forearm before yanking me on his lap.