The Many Faces of Edmund Fig (ManxMan)

Chapter 13: Out of control

Chapter 13: Out of control

I glanced over at Johnson. He looked exactly the same as when we first got on the plane a few days ago. A sleeping mask and ear buds crammed in his ears. I rolled my eyes and looked forward. I shifted uncomfortably. My lower back was killing me. Fucking Johnson and Mr. Yamaguchi! I'm sore and exhausted. I massaged my temples as last night rolled behind my eyes.

Johnson stumbled over towards the chair I was sitting in and fell into it.

"Cuuuuuuuurr." He groaned holding his head. "Everything is spinning."

I frowned setting my glass down. He is trashed. I sighed massaging my temples and slowly contemplating why I decided to attend this party. I took a deep breath. Just get this genius upstairs and then you can go to sleep. Sleep would be amazing. I stood and helped Johnson to his feet.

He rested all of his body weight against me and my back hit the wall. I cursed under my breath and shocks of pain traveled up my spine. Hot breath flushed across my ear.

"If you wanted to pin me down...just ask." Johnson slurred against my ear.

His hands sloppily maneuvered behind me and he cupped my butt. I stiffened, my mouth setting into a hard line. I am not paid enough to deal with this. I snatched his hands away and shifted so his arm was draped across me.

"We need to go back to the room. Try and walk." I frowned.

We stumbled towards the elevator every now and again having to stop so I could keep Johnson from meeting the floor. This is why I hate drunks. They are the biggest pain in the ass I swear they are! Johnson slide down the wall of the elevator and stared out into space, every so often a hiccup falling past his parted lips.

Ding

I helped him up and we went into the room and maneuvered in the dark. Thankfully neither of us breaking any ankles. I flipped on the bedroom light. Fireworks popped loudly and a rough hand slide across my cheek. My eyes snapped up to meet his.

"We never kissed." He rasped.

Hot lips pressed against mine and I froze. Does God hate me? Thin fingers threaded into the back of my hair pulling me flush against his body. I grunted pushing at his chest. We stumbled forward and fell onto the bed. Johnson was beginning to tug at my clothes, mouth persistent. I bite his lip and pulled back the minute he gasped. I lost my balance and toppled backwards.

"Son of a bitch!"

I took a deep breath waiting until the pain subsideded. Could this New Year get any fucking worse? I pushed myself up and glowered down at Johnson. He had passed out. I should kick him in the balls. Maybe then that'd ease my night up. But then again I would have to listen to him complain about it tomorrow. I huffed and turned on my heel and walked to my suitcase pulling out some night clothes.

A knock at the door sounded and I let my head fall against the couch arm. Why? Why can't I have five measly minutes to myself? I just want to sleep. Nothing more nothing less. Am I asking too much? I tossed my clothes on top of my suitcase and shuffled towards the door.

"Good evening Joseph."

My cheeks darkened despite myself.

"Mr. Yamaguchi."

He smirked leaning into the doorway his eyes boldly looking me up and down. I swallowed nervously.

"Were you retiring already?" He mused. "The night is young."

His eyes locked with mine coated in lust. He stepped forward his finger tips trailing down my chest. His fingers slipped into a small opening and the buttons of my shirt loosened and my chest was half exposed. He licked his lips and met my gaze once more.