Manipulative || A.I.

Machiavellian

Sarah's POV-

Three days. For the next three days she had been sneaking around every night to get something she hadn't felt in years. Frenzied lust.

Every night, Ashton would buzz the intercom and she would let him up. They would do their dance and he would bid her a farewell and she would sleep a peaceful slumber.

Until the night before New Years Eve when Ashton decided to change the rules. Sarah had just finished filing the last bit of paper into the folder and was ready to get the hell out of work and use her new stress reliever when a text popped up.

Change in location for tonight's 'festivities'. I need you to meet me at the hotel. They've got us on lock down for the next day and a half. Room 1224.

She had to re-read the text several times to make sure she read it properly and suddenly her stress reliever was adding to her anxiety.

What if someone sees me? Better yet what if they hear us? I saw the way my neighbor looked at me this morning and he looked both concerned for my well being, as well as surprised I was able to walk.

She climbed into the elevator and made her way out of the building. She was about to just skip the rendezvous all together and just head back to her place when he responded.

You're the one who wanted to try that last night. I'm not about to say no to some adventure. Now live a little and figure out how to sneak into my hotel room. I promise you won't regret it. ;)

The problem was she would regret it. She knew she was enjoying what they had going on but she also knew it was leading down a slippery slope that neither of them wanted to face.

Maybe it's a good thing they locked you down. You could use the rest.

That's not fair. Like at all Sarah. I went to yours the last 4 nights. You could at least man up and come here.

Man up? Phrasing Ashton. Learn it.

Stop trying to change the damn subject.

Whoa. What the hell has got your panties in a freakin twist?

She walked down the street keeping her eyes glued to her phone, knowing the path like the back of her hand. She pushes open the door and was greeted by odd generic music.

Shooting her head up she realized her feet did not take her in the path her mind was set on and instead took the path her lower half had been craving.

"You got to be kidding me," she spoke under her breath. A young man walked up to her and asked her if she needed any help.

She shook her head telling him she knew exactly where she was going and turned to to leave only to see Luke running from off the street.

"Sarah!" He walked over to her again giving her his usual hug, this time she had been prepared and hugged him back.

"Hey Luke," she patted his back and they pulled apart.

"What are you doing here?" He smiled widely.

"Well you told me you guys are performing tomorrow so I thought I would come and wish you guys luck in case I don't see you tomorrow." She smiled.

"Ashton said you were hanging out with him tomorrow night?" Luke raised an eyebrow confused.

"That is news to me," She pulled her purse back up into the crevice of her elbow.

"Well. Since he seemed to not inform you of your own little New Years Eve date, may I ask for your companionship to the after party and celebrate ringin in the New Year together?"