The Assistant (Bill Hader x Reader)

Chapter 9 - Groceries

"Good morning beautiful," Ben kisses my cheek as I flutter my eyes open the corners crusty from a night of hidden tears. I force a smile and crawl out of bed. "I have coffee in the other room," he smiles and wraps me into a hug.

"I have to get to work, I'm late," I find an excuse to leave. He pouts. I hug him tightly before gathering my things.

On my way out the door he grabs my hand, "When will I see you again?"

"Soon," I grin. I have no idea actually. With that he gives me a small kiss and I rush out to my car and speed back to Bill's house.

When I arrive I find the door unlocked and the house dark and grim. I yell out for Bill with no response. I find an empty bottle of whiskey on the kitchen counter and clean up the mess that was left. As I get lost in my routine of cleaning I am startled by a high pitched voice behind me, "Who are you?" I turn to find a short blonde young woman in a lingerie gown. Her hair is messy and her makeup is smudged. I feel the lump in my throat again as I scoff.

"Y/n, I work here," I say simply and return back to what I was doing.

"Oh," she sounds disgusted. Bill comes downstairs shortly after. He wraps his arms around her into a hug. I avoid all eye contact.

Bill looks up to me, "Did you get my text?"

"No," I keep my sight away from him, "my phone died."

"Well," he sounds angry, "maybe you should have thought about that before running off. We need groceries."

"You got it," I state matter of factly. I put down the trash I've been collecting and I grab my purse to head out the door.

He blocks me from reaching the door. I can smell the leftover whiskey on his breath. His one-night-stand is incoherent on her phone in the background. "I'm not letting you go alone. You almost died last time," he smirks. He grabs a baseball cap and sunglasses from the coat rack, "Cherise, show yourself out."

Cherise gives a thumbs up not looking up from her phone. I roll my eyes as he leads me to the car. Like usual the car ride is silent. I feel like I don't even knowing the man next to me. He's oblivious to my anger and resentment. How can a man be so hooked on you one night and sleep with Cherise right after a fight? When I pull into the parking lot and try to exit the car he grabs my thigh not looking up from his own phone, "Tell me about your night."

I push him off of me, "We can talk inside." I get out and slam the car door, hurrying to the entrance. He jogs up beside me. 

It's quiet for awhile as we walk up and down the aisles and he continues to type away on his phone. Then he finally locks it and puts it away, "Did you guys have sex?" He asks completely serious. I smack his arm and reach for the orange juice. He chuckles, "I just want to know if I have any competition."

I feel sick to my stomach, "I didn't have sex last night and to remind you neither did we." I speak through gritted teeth.

"Well you made your choice  very clear so I assumed you took it to the next level if he was really that great," he said sarcastically.

I turn to him and see him biting his lip almost waiting for me to blow up on him. I take a deep breath, "Not everyone has to fall in love with someone in a week."

"I didn't fall in love with you," he laughs, "I said that I might so that you'd have sex with me."

My eyes start to well up, "Yeah? Well, how'd that work out for you?"

He leans in next to my ear and whispers, "I never said I was done with you yet."

I push the cart angrily, "Didn't you just say last night you would leave me alone?"

He winks at me, "You don't want me to."

I bring the cart to a hard halt and stomp my foot, "I want the life I had before you." I turn to stomp away and he grabs my arm forcefully.

"You've got two years in your contract, y/n. You're gonna have to wait on that normal life," he has an angry tone and mischievious grin.

I feel a tear roll down my cheek and he wipes it for me. I pull my arm out of his grasp and return back to the cart sighing. He nods his head and walks with me.

When we arrive back from the store he gives me no help bringing in the bags. He goes in to grab some things and immediately leaves again without a word. I don't like this side of him and it's making it easier to get over what I was feeling last night. I don't want to be with someone so hot and cold with no consideration of my feelings. After I unpack everything I give Ben a call, "Will you come over? I don't want to be alone." He obligues and hurries his way over. As I wait for him I cuddle with Samara and watch Netflix. 

When he arrives he stands at the front door in shock, "You live here!?"

I lead him inside. I forgot I never told him about my job, "I work for this celebrity so I have a room here yeah."

He looks at a nearby picture frame, "Bill Hader!? That's so cool, I love that guy!"

"Yeah," I fake a smile, "he's great."

We mainly cuddle on the couch for the rest of the night. It's gotten late and there's still no sign of Bill so I don't worry about sending Ben home any time soon. In the middle of a binge-watch of The Office, Ben leans over and begins kissing my neck softly getting rougher and rougher. I lean back as he begins to kiss my lips passionately and unbutton my blouse. I take it off for him allowing this to happen. I undo my bra hurrying up the process and I place his hands on my breasts. I sit up and reach down for his belt. The front door swings open suddenly.

"Hey!" Bill yells. I stand up quickly wrapping a blanket around myself. He stomps towards us and I push him back. He stumbles back in shock. Ben sits on the couch in silence awaiting his next move. His angry breath echoes throughout the room, "Get out." He stares at Ben.

Ben  gathers his things, "I'm so sorry sir." He cowers past him.

Bill spits in his face, "GET OUT."

After Ben leaves and shuts the door Bill looks back at me. I hate him. I hate the way he treats me. But at the same time I'm so attracted to the way he looks at me even when he's angry. Without thinking I drop the blanket and expose my bare breasts again. His face softens. He takes a deep breath and begins to walk past me towards the stairs. I stand still. He pauses at my ear to whisper and send a shiver down my spine, "No one gets to fuck you in this house except me."