Mr. Baker pulls back and walks out. He hasn't been back since. It's been almost two days. I was starting to worry, but that wasn't the problem.
My problem was seeing him everywhere. Literally. I was catching up on chores. In the laundry room, I saw him leaning against the dryer as I filled the washer.
During dishes, I saw him getting into the fridge, then sitting at the table. I knew none of it was real, but I couldn't stop seeing him. It was like I couldn't help it, I couldn't stop.
By the end of the night, I was throwing myself a pity party. I was blasting Marilyn Manson, drinking Jack Daniel's straight from the bottle. I was having the mental breakdown my birth mother had. She would blast music all hours of the night and dance, crying, and drink all the liquor. What can I say? It's genetic.
I moved my body to the music, as Tainted Love came on. This song brought out my inner whore. I was on the coffee table dancing, and slowly stripping. I was singing along. The liquid in the bottle clanking as I moved.
I turned to see Mr. Baker back home. I kept dancing.
"Don't touch me please.
I cannot stand the way you tease." Mumbling the parts in between. "Touch me, baby.
Tainted love.
Touch me, baby.
Tainted love."I had gotten down from the table and made my way over to him. I had no shirt on, and my pants were unbuttoned and unzipped, partially rolled down. My hair a mess. Makeup partially smeared.
He just nodded and held me up. He was still wearing the same clothes.
"Mr. Baker go on a bender?" I laughed, as the music still played.
"Nope." He answered, and turned my music off. I pouting out my bottom lip.
"Kells, you're no fun." I pouted, plopping down on the couch and taking a swig of the bottle. He snatched it from my lips.
"Marilyn, why are you throwing a party for yourself?" He asked. I inhaled and tried sitting up, but reluctantly sunk back into my seat.
"I was having a Manson breakdown." I answered.
"What does that mean?" He looked at me confused.
"My birth mother used to blast Marilyn Manson and drink, when she had breakdowns. We call it the Manson breakdown." I chuckled. "She named me after him. My name is literally Marilyn Doll Manson." I laughed.
"I think it's time you went to bed." He said, pulling me up from the couch.
"No. Where have you been?" I asked, jerking away. "You had me worried sick. Why didn't you call or even text?" I said, it was a stupid reason to start crying, but the water works started.
"It doesn't matter where I was. I'm here, now." He said.
I didn't say anything, but even in my intoxicated state, I didn't want him to see me cry. I walked to my room, and closed the door, behind me. I pulled my remaining clothes off of my small pale body.
I walked over to my bed and was asleep, before my head hit the pillow. It had been a long night, and all I wanted was to be ass naked asleep.
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Mr. Baker's Assistant (Book 1)
FanfictionMGK fanfic, (smut) from an assistant's point of view. This is the first book of my series. This book contains explicit content such as; sexual descriptions, abuse of substance, physical abuse, strong language. This book is LGBT+ friendly, along wit...