I woke up, soft wind hitting my bare thighs and I noticed that the beige satin bedsheets underneath my fingertips weren't mine. I opened one eye and peeked at the alarm clock in front of me: 10:30am. I opened my other eye and turned around so I'd lay on my back, noticing I was alone in bed.
I gave myself another two minutes to wake up and then sat up, pulling the shirt lower so it'd cover my ass when I stood up. I remembered last night and the rude but sexy man and wondered where he was when the door to the apartment opened and closed again, answering my silent question. In a few seconds I saw him enter the room and he shot me a quick look before placing a brown paper bag on the kitchen table.
"You're awake." He said, in that same emotionless tone I was used to by now.
I nodded and opened the bag, seeing some breakfast items in it. I pulled them out and he occasionally shot me a look but we were both quiet.
"Are you allergic to something?" He asked after a while, placing a pan on the stove.
"No." I said. "Are you?"
He raised an eyebrow and smiled. "No, why are you asking?"
I shrugged. "I don't know, I wanted to know."
He hummed and turned back to the pan, cracking some eggs in it and heating up a second pan. He mixed some stuff inside of a bowl and plopped perfectly round circles of runny dough into it.
I watched him and snacked on some fruit when he turned towards me. "Plates are in that cabinet, can you bring me two?"
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I finished the pancake and watched Bradley finish his own. He made the best breakfast and I had never had eggs this good. Pun intended.
"You don't talk a lot." I stated, putting my fork down.
"Neither do you."
Fair enough. All I'd done was watch him all morning.
"Do you have a job?" He suddenly asked.
I nodded. "I have three."
Bradley tilted his head to the side in a questioning manner. "Why?"
"Life is expensive. None of these jobs pay enough but all three allow me to have a roof above my head."
"Move in with me." He suggested, making me choke on my orange juice.
"No, what?" I asked in disbelief.
"You shouldn't be working three jobs at once and I've got enough space." He paused. "I told you I don't do one night stands."
"Yes, you did, but you didn't tell me you moved that fast." He shook my head, with a smile on my lips.
"I have a job for you." He then added.
"I'm not a prostitute." I glared at him and he chuckled.
"Not that kind of job, even though I'm sure you'd be good at it." His pupils dilated at his dirty thoughts and I felt my cheeks redden. "I need someone to help me...socialize." He mumbled.
"Socialize?" I asked, giggling.
"You may have noticed that I'm not the best at showing emotions or...talking to people."
"Wouldn't have figured." I mocked him, making him glare at me.
"You're good at it. I watched you at the jazz club, everyone loves you. And I've got business partners, that don't like me." He rolled his eyes. "I mean, I don't like them either, they're assholes but they're important for my company, so I need them to trust and like me."
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Bradga Short Stories
FanficI'd like to mention that none of this happened in real life. I respect Bradley and Gaga's relationships and their friendship and hope this doesn't harm them in any way. this will contain smut and triggers so read at your own risk. this is also a...