Sleeping With the Professor (NOT CONTINUING)

Ten

*Sunday Morning*

The light casting over the room from a stray panel on the blinds awoke me from my slumber. The gentle sound of air escaping a pair of nostrils helped me to realize where I was.

I stretched my arms above my head, yawning. I felt the cold air touch my skin as the sheets slipped down. Gasping, I yanked the sheet back up, haphazardly to cover my bare chest. In the process I woke up the sleeping man next to me.

"Lilly?" Tony's cracking voice spoke in a hushed whisper.

"Shhh," I placed my hand on his cheek, rubbing my thumb back and forth across his stumble. Within seconds his soft snores had returned.

Satisfied by the results, I mentally high-fived myself before slowly inching away from him. My throat was insanely dry and I needed a glass of water.

I successfully got out of the bed without waking him again. My eyes scanned the floor meticulously, looking for any item of clothing to throw on. I found my bra first. Then I decided to just throw on a pair of his boxers and one of his plain white shirts.

Once satisfied with the amount of skin I was showing and concealing, I headed downstairs. A few noises startled me as I made my way into the kitchen.

When I turned the corner, a beautiful, young redhead, was standing at his kitchen island, mixing something in a bowl.

"Who the fuck are you?" I crossed my arms in front of me, reminded of my flashy clothing.

The mysterious girl dropped the spoon and cursed under her breath. Her eyes widened when she took in my appearance. "What the hell are you doing in my fiancée's house?"

"Fiancée?" I gasped. "I'm h-his girlfriend." I blurted, unsure of what we were.

"I'm sorry but there must be a mistake," She chuckled. "Why would Tony sleep with a child?" Her face scrunched up in amusement.

"What the hell bit-," I was interrupted by footsteps coming down the stairs. Shit.

"So, what's for breakfast Lilly-," Tony started to say but stopped when he looked up. "Lilly, it's not what you think."

"What's not what she thinks?" The redhead crossed her arms over her chest and pouted obnoxiously. Her forearms pressed against her chest, making her appear to have more cleavage. Whore.

"Lilly, listen to me." He took a step closer to me but I took one backwards. I didn't want him to see the tears forming in my eyes, so I turned and ran out of the kitchen. I could hear the sound of the redhead coaxing Tony.

Of course, the asshole followed me. "Can you stop for a moment!" He raised his voice.

"No, I can't stop for a moment! You've been lying to me this whole time, I thought we made progress last night. I guess not." I scoffed, trying to cover up the sound of my voice cracking.

"What did she tell you?" He grabbed my forearm, forcing me to look at him.

"That she's your fiancée." I rolled my eyes and tried to walk away. Instead of Tony apologizing or making excuses, the thing that left his mouth was a chuckle.

"Of course she'd say that, she's ridiculous." He rolled his eyes. "She's a bitch."

"Why are you so calm right now? I just caught your ass," I scoffed trying to break away from him.