The Sinner is You

Chapter Ten

Mike POV
I held Chester for hours after he fell asleep. I never wanted to let go. He was lightly snoring and murmuring things. It was adorable. I checked the time, it was 6:47. I'd usually get home in about twenty minutes. I had to leave which sucked. I started trying to slid out of my position but, Chester wasn't having any of it. I'd move an inch and he'd move two. I eventually got free and Chester's roommate, I think, came out.

"Who are you?" She walked into the kitchen wearing nothing but, lingerie.

"Mike. I'm-"

"Oh Mike. I know who you are." She 'seductively' smiled and wrapped her arm around my neck.

"Oh uhm." I started trying to back away.

"You're just as sexy as you sound." She whispered in my ear before kissing my neck. Out of reflex, I pushed her away and stepped back. "Asshole." She scoffed and walked away.

I drove back to my house quietly singing along with the radio. I'd have to work on Saturday to make up for tonight. Hopefully, things would continue to go smoothly with Chester and I. I walked in the house to see dinner already made.

"Hey, Mike. How was work?" Anna asked.

"Boring."

"You have a long day?"

"Yeah." I tried answering quickly so, she'd drop the topic.

"Couldn't have been too long. Your boss called to check on me, saying you took of the rest of the day cause I was in an accident." She said accusing me of something.

"I meant friend. My friend needed my help." I answered kind of aggressively.

"Okay," She said obviously not buying it. "I made green bean casserole."

We sat down and started eating. The atmosphere was......tense. Anna was mad cause I lied to her, I was mad cause I got caught. It was just a bad situation. This is the last time I take off work early.

Chester POV
"Fuck you, Chester! You're such an asshole!" Sam yelled at me. We were fighting again, like everyday.

"This wouldn't be a problem if you stop bringing home strangers to fuck!" Sam was mad cause she tried bringing a random guy home but, I wouldn't let her.

"Maybe I wouldn't if-"

"We are not dating, meaning I'm not going to have sex with you! I'm going to get the mail." I huffed and walked out.

Sam was being impossible. I needed a drink or a hit. One of the two would work. I sorted through the mail. Bill, bill, bill, junk, letter? There was a letter. It was to Sam but, I was still curious. I decided to leave it alone and walk back home. I went to open the door but, it wouldn't open. Stupid door nob. It occasionally would get stuck. I jiggled it some more before knocking on the door.

"Sam! Can you open the door?" I called. No answer.

I took me a second before I realized she locked me out. I patted myself down trying to find my keys. I left them in the house. I groaned and leaned my head against the door before knocking again.

"Sam! Let me in!" I yelled. "Sam, come on! You're acting like a child! Unlock the door!" I pounded on the door. I eventually quit, not wanting to annoy the neighbors. I pulled out my phone and went to the contacts.

"Hey. What you need?" Mike answered.

"Sam locked me out." I sighed. I could hear Mike laughing in the background.

"Do you only have one key?" He chuckled slightly.

"No, asshat. I left my copy inside."

"Sorry. What you need?''

"Can I stay with you for the day? I know you have a wife and all but, this is my only day off. I'll have to go to work otherwise."

"Yeah, sure."

Mike's car pulled up moments later. I got in and thanked him. Before we took of he grabbed the back of my neck and connected our lips. Our lips moved perfectly in sync before Mike stuck his tounge in my mouth. I really needed this. I just felt better with Mike.

"No! He's just a client. Get yourself together, Bennington." I thought to myself. I unexpectedly pulled away from the kiss.

"You okay?" Mike asked and rubbed the back of my neck lovingly.

"Yeah. I'm fine."

We walked into Mike's house and he told me to make myself at home. I sat down and started watching TV. I still felt weird about this but, something about it felt nice. Mike joined me a few minutes later. He put his arm around my waist and pulled me close. I rested my head against him and smiled. A few hours later Mike's wife came home.

"Oh. Hello, I'm Anna." She looked at me confused.

"Chester. It's nice to meet you. I'm one of Mike's friends."

"I'm not sure I've heard Mike mention you before." I started getting nervous.

"That's cause he's a friend from work that just started." Mike came in the living room. "Dinner's ready."

We all talked as we ate, mostly just Mike and Anna. I was focused on the food in front of me. It'd been forever since I've had a good home cooked meal. I decided I'd help with the dishes seeing as I randomly asked Mike to let me crash here.

"You ate a lot for someone so skinny." Mike poked my stomach.

"You realize 90% of my diet is fast food." I smiled.

"Yet you're still like two pounds? Most people that have your diet aren't that small."

"Mikey! Stop making fun of me!" I whined. "If I'm two pounds then you're a whale."

"Hey! I'm in a healthy weight range. You however."

"You're so mean." I laughed.

"I'm sorry." He wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head.

I tried texting Sam later that night but, got no answer. Looks like I'm staying here tonight. Mike let me stay in the guest room. The bed was soft and nice. I pulled the blankets to my chin and brought my knees up. I was so comfy and warm. Mike came in the room moments later.

"Night, Chester." He kissed me.

"Night, whale." I smiled hearing Mike laugh.

Anna POV
I knew it was wrong but, I followed around Chester the next day. I just knew something was off about him. He didn't look like he'd be one of Mike's friends. Mike dropped him off at a corner store then took off. Chester came out with a cigarette in his mouth and a pack in his hand. He walked to a place called Vibe. He walked in the back door so, he must've worked there. This place was a gay strip club. Why was Chester working here? Mike said he worked at the art gallery. It took a lot of searching but, I finally found their website. They offered full services. Mike was friends with a prostitute? I went to the address I caught out of Mike's phone to check out where Chester lived. It was a trashy apartment complex. I knocked on what was supposedly his apartment.

"Hello.'' A lady answered the door.

"Uhm does Chester live here?"

"Yeah but, he's at work."

"Can I ask you a few questions about him?"

"Sure. Come in. Sorry for the mess, Chester was suppose to clean." We sat down on the couch.

"What is Chester's job, exactly?"

"He'll never say it but, he's a prostitute." She smiled.

"Has anyone named Mike been over here?"

"Oh Mike. He was over here a few days ago."

"Thanks."

I let myself out not wanting to hear more. What was Mike doing hanging out with a prostitute?