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."
"And what's my part?"
Bradley got up from the table and helped me up as well, his face was close to mine and I looked at his lips while he talked in a low voice. "You'll help me act like I actually like them so they'll stay with our company and I'll give you a roof over your head, anything you want at any time of day and..." he grabbed my waist, our chests crashing together. "I'll fuck you good, for the rest of your life."
It took me a second to gather my thoughts before I could speak. "When does that agreement start?" I asked.
Bradley grinned. "Right now." And with that he kissed me, his lips warm against mine.
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It had been a few weeks of that 'agreement' Bradley and I had and he'd been acting really strange the past week. He didn't try to have sex with me, even though we usually had a lot of it, anywhere around the house. It wasn't because he'd forced himself on me or the other way around, we were just attracted to each other in that way and it came natural to us.
Yet, one day he simply stopped. No flirting, no attempts, nothing. He was back to being a jerk.
But I wasn't his throw around doll and I most certainly didn't shy away from telling him what was on my mind. So when he got back from a meeting I already awaited him in the living room. My arms were crossed across my chest and I glared at him.
He raised an eyebrow and went back to ignoring me.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I asked in an annoyed tone.
Bradley rolled his eyes and took off his coat before looking through some papers. "I don't know what you're talking about."
I scoffed and ripped one of the papers he was holding out of his hands to catch his attention. He shot me an angry look and I glared back at him. "You know exactly what I mean, Bradley. You've gone back to being a damn jerk for no fucking reason and I don't like being ignored." I said.
"Too bad, go make some friends." He took the paper back out of my hands and read whatever it said again.
I pushed it down and put my hand over it, making him groan out in frustration. "Honestly? What do you want to hear?"
"I don't know! Tell me what's changed." I said, sighing.
"I don't want to talk about it, okay." He growled, turning away and walking out of the room.
"No, no, no, that's not how this works! You're gonna talk to me now, if you like it or not!" I yelled after him and groaned when I heard his office door slam close.
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A few days later I knocked on his door, to try and talk to him again. He was neck deep in some work he needed to get done but I didn't care.
He flinched when I popped my head between a large stack of folders and he immediately tried to cover it up by rolling his eyes. "What do you want? I need to get tons of work done."
"You're still ignoring me." I stated the obvious.
"I'm not ignoring you. I'm talking to you right now." He mumbled and wrote something down onto one of the papers.
"You know what I mean, stop playing games with me!" I took away his pen and pointed it at him. "Tell me what the hell happened."
He leaned back in his chair and let out an annoyed sigh. "I don't fall in love." He glared at me, making me tilt my head to the side in confusion.
"And then you come around in your stupid dress, with that stupid, angelic voice of yours and your stupid smile and you talk back to me even though people usually either hate me or are scared of me and oh look! I am fucking whipped! I don't like this feeling!" He shot up from his chair and towered over me with a glare on his face.
"You fell in love with me? And that's how you handle it?" I suppressed a giggle and poked his chest with the ball point pen.
He looked down on it and then back up into my face. "You're weird." He mumbled and I finally smiled at him.
"I fell in love with you too, but I'll definitely leave you if you don't stop being a damn jerk." I warned him.
"Can't promise it, it's in my nature." He chuckled and I rolled my eyes.
"Go back to work, jerk." I said and handed him his pen back.
When I turned to leave he grabbed my arm, made me turn towards him again and before I could protest his lips were on mine again.
"I'm sorry." He mumbled and I could see how hard apologizing was for him, so I kissed him again and then pulled away with a smile.
"Thank you. Now work." I giggled and left to make dinner.
I just left it here for some reason but if y'all want a part three I could write one. This one's weird and all over the place smh lol