Jack J.

That whole night Mr. Gilinsky and I didn't say a word to each other.

Of course, after I ran away like an idiot and locked the door behind me he chased after me so that we could talk, but I had better ideas in mind. To lock my door and never come out.

Although, in about ten minutes I wouldn't have a choice.

I barely got any sleep last night and that left me exhausted this morning. All I kept thinking about was how disgusting I was for letting him do that as well as how disgusting he was for doing that to me knowing he has a wife. Madison, unfortunately ran through my head once or twice and so did the fact that someone could have seen us.

These thoughts played on repeat like a catchy song all night.

However, the scariest thought out of all those was that someone could have seen us. It was the most daunting and had me up all night more than my self hatred did.

I've decided that Mr. Gilinsky totally forgets he is a celebrity and that paparazzi follows his every move. No matter how much he only wants to go out with one security guard, knowing he needs three, and drive himself around it still doesn't change the fact that he is a celebrity.

So, it makes my stomach churn to think that I can't even remember if the window was closed or opened last night.

I rolled over on the cold hotel bed and groaned into the pillow before picking myself up and grabbing the overnight bag I brought.

I was already dressed and it was five minutes from being ten o'clock, which was check out time, so I knew I would have to walk out the room sooner or later.

My bets were on later.

I waited another three minutes before I even attempted to leave the room.

Once I did, I took a deep breathe prior to grabbing the door that had been locked for ten hours.

I stepped out of the door looking down not wanting to make eye contact with who was potentially staring at me. The door shut behind me softly, but I didn't dare to move any closer to the man who was across the room, presumably, gathering his things.

The silence was thick and awkward. So much that I wanted to run and hide behind my locked door again.

"Are you ready to go?" He spoke steadily, making me raise my head slightly although I avoided eye contact. I felt the aching urge to bite my lip and I gave in to it, given I had a tendency to do so in an awkward situation. This was definitely an awkward situation.

"Yes." I uttered dryly, my throat feeling tight, making it hard for me to say more than two words.

"Okay, let's go then."

I let him walk past me first before following suit behind him, out of the room.

His body guard, Joe, was already downstairs, so unfortunately it was just me and him who were on the elevator.

I didn't say a word as I played with the settings of my phone not daring to look up at him, although, I knew he was staring at me the whole time. His brown eyes were cowering over me, making me feel smaller than I already was. It was annoying and made me want to tell him, 'the fuck are you looking at', but I kept my composure.

We made it to the lobby, gave the young woman at the desk the key, and made our way to the car that was already pulled out front.

Joe grabbed my bag and put it as the trunk as I got in the car with Mr. Gilinsky. At this point I'm just silently praying Joe rides in the car with us, but I knew he wasn't since he drove here in his own car. Still I prayed for a miracle.

In a matter of seconds we were pulling off in a car full of awkward silence and Joe trekking behind us.

I shifted far enough in my seat to where my body was laid against the door and there was a big space in my seat. At this point I didn't really care if it was obvious that I was uncomfortable because I was sure Mr. Gilinsky shared the same emotions indicated by his silence.

After about another five minutes of Mr. Gilinsky's eyes being stuck on the road and mine staring out the window taking slight glances at him every now and then, I heard a sigh.

"Look, Johnson, I know you may not want to talk to me and I know what we did yesterday was inappropriate, so for that I just want to say sorry. I will admit I was a little tipsy and obviously, lost my sense of good judgement. I-I just don't want you to feel uncomfortable around me. Last night meant nothing. That was definitely a mistake on my behalf." He spoke steady. I took a few seconds to process his words looking down at my seat. I don't know why, but the word 'nothing' stung a little.

However, I had decided in my moment of thought that I wasn't going to let him take all the blame. I participated in yesterday's event too, something I'm not proud of.

"Say something Johnson." I guess I was thinking too long.

"L-Last night wasn't all y-your fault, so don't make it seem l-like you did everything." I responded quietly with my stupid stutter that decided to make an appearance.

"I know, but I just feel responsible. I don't want you to feel like I'm taking advantage of you because I'm not. Last night was a mistake and I sincerely apologize." He reiterated and I could tell he was actually beating himself up about this.

"Y-you didn't do anything I didn't let you do. S-Stop carrying all the responsibility. We both fu- I mean messed up. But, I accept your apology." I answered honestly.

"So, are we cool?" He asked turning to me with a small smile when we made it to a red light.

"Yeah, we're cool." I said forcing a small smile back. I still felt awkward about the whole thing. I mean who wouldn't be? Not even twenty-four hours ago I had my boss' fingers inside of me, not even mentioning the fact that he has a wife.

But, there was still the fanboy in me who was freaking out. Everything I thought would never happen with my celebrity crush and more happened last night. My emotions were all messed up at this point.

"Good." He replied lowly, proceeding when the light turned green.

The silence was thick for over five minutes and I was just ready to get out of this stupid car with my stupid boss. That was until he opened his stupid mouth again.

"So... I was just wondering, l-last night won't be mentioned to my wife right?" He said sounding nervous.

Part of me wanted to say I would just so I can get rid of this guilt, but the bigger part of me, the one that was currently winning, knew that I was too scared to actually confront Mrs. Gilinsky to explain to her what happened. There is no way I could do that.

"Should it be?" I said softly not looking his way.

"No." He said with no hesitation making me jump from how loud he was, "I mean we both made a mistake last night and that will never happen again."

I know I shouldn't be offended when he continues to refer to what we did as a mistake, however, I can't help, but feel a little hurt every time he says that.

I reply with a simple and quiet 'okay' before turning back to the window I was staring out of
again.

A/N:

Okay y'all this chapter was short and lame which is why I had waited so long to post it, not to mention school was stressful.

I really wanted to add more to this chapter, but I couldn't think of anything that would flow well would this

AND that wouldn't interrupt chapter 20 where things get... interesting.

That will be published tomorrow, so wait on it 😉

Moreover, I just feel really bad about not giving a really good chapter, but hopefully what will be revealed in Chapter 20 will be worth the wait.