*I suggest rereading the previous 3 to 4 chapters. And then grab popcorn, 'cause this is pretty long!*
Abel looked quite perplexed, not knowing the reasoning for my serious tone with him, but he stepped aside his door, anyway. I walked inside his apartment, into his living area.
"Take a seat", he commanded, slowing down a few steps behind me.
It had been a week since I had been to this very same apartment, and everything had pretty much remained unchanged. I decided to take a seat on the creme couch, with Oxcy the red panda looking directly towards me.
I remained silent for a few seconds - some reasoning was to obtain dramatic effect, but mostly because I didn't know how I would approach the actual situation.
He stared at me from the couch opposite to me. I stared back. I slowly slipped off my black leather jacket, exposing my chest a little, and placed the jacket onto my lap. He didn't stare down at my breasts; his attention remained on my face. I knew I had his full attention.
Slowly, I delved into my leather bag, and produced the cheque out into thin air.
"What the fuck is this, Abel?" I aggressively questioned him.
He took a quick glance at the paper. Once he realised what the paper was, a little, cocky grin began to form on his face.
"It's a cheque." he replied nonchalantly, leaning back against his magnolia wall.
I rolled my eyes at him. Of course it was a fucking cheque; the '$15,000' written on the paper made it blantantly obvious. But I was looking for answers. How he knew I needed money. How he was able to hide it. Why he was being so generous.
He must have sensed my craving for answers, because he slowly began to produce them.
"Look, you were in the shower, and I saw the word URGENT on your mail," he began, leaning in towards me, "and what I did next was wrong Maddie, but I read your mail." he paused, scanning my face for my reaction
"I only did it because the red lettering scared the shit out of me." he continued, "so I got out my chequebook, and wrote out a sum of $15,000. Fini. No biggie, honestly. You should be thanking me, not fucking confronting me."
And with that, he took a deep breath, and then leaned forwards, with his face buried into the palms of his hand.
I sighed loudly. He was right - I shouldn't be confronting him. I should be thanking him, instead. But I obviously couldn't accept the cheque; I had no means of being able to pay him back.
"Abel," I slowly began, "Thank you. Your friendship and generosity means a lot to me. But... no offense to you seeing as you're my boss, but I don't make that kind of money. I won't be able to pay you back."
In that moment, he looked up at me, and quickly looked down again with a small, timid smile.
He stood up and walked towards me, holding his hands in mine. He then pulled me off the couch, so that I was at level with him, looking into his dark eyes.
"Maddie, don't worry about it." he assured, "You don't have to pay me back. I'll raise up your salary as well as Kelly's and Muhsinah's, if that's what you want?"
I was about to open my mouth to protest. I wanted to pay him back. I didn't want him to worry about raising our salary. To make it worse, I was very convinced that from the way he was staring at me in a sexual manner and biting his coral lips, I would faint on the spot. He slowly brought a pale finger of his to my lips, in order to silence me.
"Honestly, do you really want to pay me back that badly?" he smirked suggestively, making his face come ever so closely near to mine.
I nodded. Of course I did. But right now, I was in a trance. His face was only centimeters away from mine, and I could feel his warm breath trickling down my neck. His plump lips looked tantalising, and very tempting. Slowly, he began to wrap his arms around my waist, closing all space between us. I could feel my protruding breasts on his lean chest, my crotch on his crotch. There was only my thin camisole separating our skin. Slowly, I could feel myself getting warm with excitement and sweat, making me breathe heavily on his neck. He looked deeply into my eyes, and then slowly down to my lips, stroking them delicately with a single thumb. This stroke continued down to my collarbone, alongside to the thin shoulder strap of my camisole. He pushed the strap, letting to fall down to my shoulder.
If he wanted me to repay him in a sexual manner, then so be it; I've been patiently waiting for a long time.
He leaned away from me slightly, so that he was whispering in my ear.
"If you really want to repay me that badly," he stated "then tomorrow, let me take you on a date. We'll see if we can continue on from this little 'game' we've just been playing."
He then casually walked back towards his couch, as if nothing had happened. As if he hadn't just made my ovaries explode.
So did he actually like me, or nah? We're we going to finish whatever we were about to start, or nah? It wasn't fair how he got me excited, and then abandoned me when it was beginning to get intense. He did this on purpose, because he knew it would leave me craving for more tomorrow night. God, he's such a tease. To make it worse, he was on the couch, smirking at my perplexed vision of things.
There was no way I was going to stay in that apartment any longer after what just fucking happened. Were we going to start to make out? Where we even going to end up having sex? Who knew. I kept on a poker face as I left the apartment without a word, sensing him staring at my back as I left.
It's on.
Author's Note:
I finally fixed my old laptop, and was able to find this, and the rest, of the chapters. There's only a few more chapters left, so this is almost coming to an end! I'll probably upload everything this summer, as I start university in September, and I just want to focus on that. But comment your Instagram/snapchat/twitter/tumblr so that I can follow you all and stay in touch!
~Bela💕
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Wicked Games
FanfictionMaddie is a 21-year-old who has recently graduated from University with a Music degree. Moving from England to Canada, she quickly becomes The Weeknd's back-up singer; will this end up with love, or will these all be wicked games?