The Intern: Tyler, The Creator

24. Paris

Saturday

"Where's Bella?"

I walked in.

"In Paris."

I raised an eyebrow.

"So you're here alone?"

"All week," I followed him up the stairs.

I bit my lip as we approached a larger room. I hadn't been in this one yet.

I walked in behind Tyler, it was a huge master bedroom, nothing like I've ever seen. I could feel his glare as he watched me inspect the room.

"Closet's back here." He replied.

I turned, following him to the far left. He opened the door, I was astonished by all the shoes messily thrown around.

"Fuck." I walked in; it was a deep closet and almost looked like a small room. Definitely could fit a bed in here.

Suddenly, Tyler pulled my waist to him as he kissed me.

I wasn't able to process what he was doing before he pulled away.

"I didn't call you here to clean my closet."

Tyler pushed my back against the rack of clothes which slammed back into the wall. He was aggressive; his lips wouldn't pull off mine.

"I just wanna fuck you." He breathed.

I pushed him back into the bed, ripping off his shirt—

"Nia?"

Tyler spoke again, "How long you think it's gonna take?"

I felt myself get blood red in the face.

What the fuck was that?

I was literally fantasizing about him. Oh my god, I was going insane.

I cleared my throat, walking out of the closet.

"Uh..." I put my hand behind my neck, trying to think of something. "I don't know, an hour maybe?"

He nodded.

"If you need anything I'll be downstairs."

I smiled lightly, watching him leave.

Shit! What the fuck Nia?!

I pushed it to the back of my head, gearing my attention back to organizing.

...

An hour later I walked out with two different pairs of shoes that I couldn't find the pairs of.

I began to make my way down the hall before I saw him talking on the phone, his back turned to me as he leaned against the marbled kitchen counter.

He grabbed my waist as he pushed me up on the counter, tearing off my shorts eagerly; wasting no time to fuck me on the counter—

I shook my head, grunting as I caught myself again. I walked down the stairs.

He ended the call before turning around to face me.

"You done?" he asked, setting his phone down.

I stopped halfway down the stairs.

"Almost. These are missing a pair?" I put them up to my face.

"Oh shit," he walked over, following me back into the room.

I stayed by the door as I watched him look in another closet next to the one I was organizing.