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I was caught in that blissful place between consciousness and sleep, my arms tucked under my pillow and the window open, rain pouring from the sky heavily. The spring air was chilly and I loved it, burrowing deeper under the covers.
Somewhere in the distance, I heard buzzing. It seemed to get louder and louder, and my brow furrowed, a sigh falling from my lips when the buzzing finally stopped. Except, it started again almost right away.
Bzzz
Bzzz
Bzzz
I shot up in bed, my spine ramrod straight as I realized it was my phone. Instantly on alert, I assumed the worst. It was after midnight and in my mind nothing good happened after the the clock struck twelve. Someone was either dead or on their way to the hospital.
Blearily, I grabbed my phone and squinted at the screen. The number was blocked. Never a good sign, I thought and answered the call anyway. "Hello?" I croaked into the phone.
"Hello?" A familiar voice echoed back to me, thick accent curling seductively through the phone. "Y/N? Are you there?"
"Michael..." I trailed off, fighting the urge to hang up. I was far too sober for a booty call and if he was calling this late then he was too drunk to drive. "No, you can't come over. Sleep it off." I was getting ready to hang up when his panicked voice stopped me.
"Wait! Wait, Y/N, please." When I didn't respond, he spoke in a hushed tone. "Please tell me you didn't hang up, love."
My pulse jumped at the term of endearment. "Make it quick, okay? It's late, I'm tired."
"Uh..." he trailed off and I heard him take a deep breath before starting over. "I need you to come bail me out."
I paused, gaping. "Can you repeat that?" I asked dumbly.
"It's a long story and I only have a minute. I got into a fight at Yancey's. You know, that little pub on the corner? Fuckin' guy- yeah, alright! I'm hurrying!" He was yelling at someoe in the background. "I just... I need you to come down to the police station with two hundred dollars and bail me out. Please, I don't have anyone else I can call around here."
"What makes you think I have two hundred in cash lying around here?" I did, but that wasn't the point.
"You do. I know you do. Y/N... please."
Michael sounded desperate. But that wasn't the first time I'd ever heard him beg. The charming englishman had been making my life hell for the last ten months. My friend with benefits deal with him had started off simple; we're at the same party, we get fucked up, we fuck, we head on our merry ways to our very separate lives. I was more suburban girl with a stable job while he was more city boy with a bad temper and a coke habit. We were opposites in every way, but he was my little slice of heaven. My guilty pleasure. Michael Gray was the most dangerous thing I'd ever do.
Our little arrangement had been more than enough for me and, I thought, more than enough for him. But then he began coming around more, hanging out with our mutual friends just so he could be around me for a short period of time. Whenever we were in the same room I could feel his eyes on me and see the way his lips curled up in a devilish smirk as I fidgeted in my seat. He'd follow me down hallways and trap me in bathroom stalls and fuck me while I clung to him like I'd die otherwise. Michael would whisper in my ear that I was such a good girl for him while he pounded into me, kisses tasting like cigarettes and the whiskey he was drinking.
The first time he fucked me I'd scratched his back so hard he bled. I knew I'd hurt him, but Michael claimed he loved it, dropping a kiss to the back of my hand and telling me he knew I'd be a firecracker in bed. He would spend nights working me over, learning what I liked, teaching me things that I never even knew I liked. I was dirty for him... and I was never dirty for anyone.
