"What do you mean you can't take me off of this lease?!" I struggled through my hangover.
"Look sweetie, I'd love to take you off of it, I know living with Chris would be a form of hell the devil even stays away from, but what's done is done." The landlord explained calmly.
His eyes shot daggers through Chris who stood shielding his eyes from sun light pouring in.
"Dan please, this is unfair." Chris pleaded
"Maybe you shouldn't have had your lease at a bar." Dan snapped half heartedly.
"Maybe you shouldn't have threatened to evict me!"
"Maybe you should pay your bills."
Putting both hands to my temples I rubbed them soothingly, "Maybe both of you just need to shut up. Dan I get you're pissed that Chris screwed over your daughter, but why make me suffer for it?"
Chris unshielded his eyes, "Suffer?"
"Amy you seem like a sweet girl, and I'd never ask of you to suffer with that idiot, but there's nothing I can do until that lease is up."
"Fine."
Once we were back into the apartment the awkward hangover driven silence took over.
"I'm so sorry." Chris mumbled.
"Don't be. We can make this work. Don't get in my way, and I won't get in yours. Simple."
"What happened to that sweet shy girl I met at the bar last year?"
"You screwed up a part of her life.
That's what."
I retreated into my new room and looked around at the cream walls.
Chris emerged from the small hallway and met my eyes, "Amy, you have to realize how sorry I am."
"Oh I realize it, but at this point I really would like to be left alone with my hangover. I have cases to look over."
The night drew on at a slow and numbing pace as I poured myself onto the files in front of me. Moaning from the other side of the apartment kept my eyes flitting towards the door. Would this be continuous? Did he ever stop?
Finally as midnight drew around the girl left the apartment with flushed cheeks and a shy smile. I waved from the couch and met his gleaming eyes as he walked from his bedroom. His pride was illuminated over his shining puffed out and well chiseled chest.
"Is this going to happen often?" I questioned him with a lack of emotion.
"Depends on the day I've had, brunette there is my every other Tuesday."
"Are you a prostitute of some sort?"
He walked over to me and nicked my chin up to meet his eyes, "And what if I was?"
"I would have to report you for prostitution...."
"Ah yes, federal agent, super important, paper work, paper work, blah blah blah. I am not a pro...I just get lonely."
"So you're just a common man whore and womanizer?"
"You ask a hell of a lot of question. Don't you have more paper work to get back to?"
"Don't you have another girl lined up?"
"Well depends on when you're free, Doll." He winked as he turned proudly on his heel.
What did I get myself into?
