Patrick Stump and His Lawyer Lady (WARNING CONTAINS EROTICA) #wattys2015

Chapter Seventeen: Step Three - Pretend You Don't Remember

Chapter Seventeen: Step Three - Pretend You Don't Remember

Patrick's POV

She loves me but she's scared. "Just don't burn me."

I crawled to reach her face then kissed her lips softly.

"A relationship in either of our fields isn't going to be easy. It's going to need us both to compromise and work together to keep us together. Andy was right there. But I want it to work, so badly I would do anything for it." I kissed her lips slowly and the kiss became more passionate. This was the perfect time to show her the alterations I had done to my music room.

"Baby, I want to show you something in my music room."

She obliged and put her clothes on while I just pulled on my boxers and pants.

I watched her eyes tear up as she looked around. I had taken all the "selfies" we had done, the pictures from the Awards and the ones from the barbeque and blew them up and had them framed.

"You've become a muse to me and I don't think I would be down here as often working on new music if it weren't for you. You've inspired me."

She came up to me and wrapped herself around me. "Patrick, no one has ever said anything like that to me. It's beautiful. I love you."

This time she seemed certain. I was happy with this. "I love you more baby. Let's go have a shower then we'll meet up in our room?"

She raised an eyebrow at the expression "our room."

"Yes Antonia, OUR room. Now come on, let's get moving." I playfully smacked her ass to which she rolled her eyes. She came into our room to get some clothes she'd been keeping there and headed off to the shower down the hall. I laid in bed after my shower and waited. My jaw dropped when Tony walked in.

Tony's POV

I had chosen a deep red babydoll negligee with a matching red lace thong and was standing at the door watching Patrick's mouth catch flies.

I sauntered over to the bed and did a twirl for him to get the full view.

"Jesus Tony, you get more beautiful every time I look at you."

I climbed on top of him and kissed him slowly and passionately. He held my body close to his and started grinding against me - the only thing separating us was my skimpy panties and his boxers. I eased him out of his boxers and he made light work of the red lace thong.

As he was removing my babydoll top he ran one hand up my neck and whispered "God I'm so in love with you Tony. Don't ever leave me.

We both passed out soon after we reached our climaxes.

The next morning was Saturday. I woke up to Patrick staring intently at me.

"Good morning honey. How'd you sleep?"

He kissed my forehead. "I slept fine baby, I'm just trying to piece together yesterday."

He didn't remember. He was so drunk he blanked out. "Do you remember anything you said to me yesterday at all?"

He blushed and shook his head. "No baby, I'm sorry. Was I mean to you?"

I got out of the bed and went straight for the side of the cupboard I kept my clothes in and got dressed in a pair of cut offs, a t-shirt and ankle length sneakers.

"Baby I'm so sorry what did I say last night? I can't believe I was a dick to you. I'm sorry I was mean Antonia. Please forgive me?"

I grabbed my bag and made sure everything was inside then pulled out a pair of sunglasses to hide my tears. I turned back to him and finally told him what was wrong.

"You weren't mean to me. It was worse given the fact you can't remember it. You told me you loved me and I, like an idiot believed you and said it back. My car keys are on the counter, if you could get someone to drop it off, I'd appreciate it."

I walked out the door to my house. I needed to clear my head. All I had asked of him was not to burn me. Well, a drunken confession of love, then forgetting it, was a burn enough.