Jack J.

I peeled my eyes open, feeling a headache immediately and warm skin under me. That's when I began to silently pray that last night's events were an amazingly horrible dream.

I had not went to a hotel and I did not have sex with me boss. That just couldn't be the case.

I closed my eyes trying fall back asleep, hoping that maybe I was still dreaming, but it only made my head hurt more.

I moved my arm that was resting on the body I was choosing not to acknowledge right now, feeling his warm skin under my finger tips. I then pinched myself with my free hand because there was no way this was happening right now. I had to be still asleep.

Well soon after I pinched myself a little too hard, I knew that that definitely wasn't the case.

"Oh no, no, no." I said under my breath frantically moving my body off the body that was under me, but it wasn't enough to wake him.

I pulled myself out of the covers, noticing I now had on my underwear that he must have put on me when I fell asleep last night. I still had hope, however, that we had not done what I thought we did.

Yet again, I was proven wrong when I stood up and a pain shot through my backside almost making me fall to the ground. My legs felt like jelly and I had to use the bed in order to stabilize myself.

I guess the sound of the fall I had almost endured as well as the bed movement woke Mr. Gilinsky up a little and I silently prayed that he would just stay asleep. I knew once he woke up this would become too real. We would both have to face a reality that I quite frankly wasn't ready to accept.

Much to my dismay, he does the exact opposite of what I was praying for and that led me to wonder who the fuck in heaven I had pissed off.

He slowly lifted his bed up wiping his eyes, his muscles flexing as I watched him, not really knowing what to do next. What the fuck do you do after letting your boss fuck you?

Run, I thought.

And that's exactly what I did before I heard the small, "wait" that came out his mouth.

I ran as fast as I could across the room to the bathroom despite my aching legs, backside, and head.

Immediately after I successfully got into my safe haven, the bathroom, I locked the door and turned on the lights, sighing in relief as I leaned against the cold door.

"What the fuck." I breathed out silently with my back still to the now locked door and my eyes sealed shut.

After a little while of collecting my thoughts I turned to the huge, clear mirror that I would have admired if I wasn't in this situation, but instead my reflection filled with hickies was distracting me from the beauty of the large mirror that was surrounded by lights.

There were hickies scattered all along my neck, chest, stomach, and when I looked down I noticed that there were even small ones along my inner thigh.

What the hell? Did I sleep with a vampire last night?

"Fuck!" I said, maybe a little too loud, tugging at my hair. What the fuck was I thinking last night? This is absolutely humiliating. How the fuck was I suppose to cover this up?

How can I possibly act like nothing from last night happened when all the evidence is there?

I felt myself begin to panic as I pulled the lid of the toilet seat down so I could sit. I didn't feel good, everything was wrong, and on top of that I would feel that at any moment I was going to cry.

I had definitely became a fuck up last night. And what's worse is that although I didn't remember everything, bits and pieces were starting to come back to me. I knew I had enjoyed last night and that was so wrong.

I knew I couldn't stay in the bathroom all day as I had already been in here for a good thirty minutes, so I came up with a game plan to just grab my stuff and go, avoiding Mr. Gilinsky as much as I could. I would send him my letter of resignation and pray to god someone would hire me before my mom's condition got any worse. Yes, that's what I'll do.

I took a deep breath grabbing a towel to hide my naked body, before opening the heavy bathroom door and turning off the light in the bathroom. I slowly walked back to the area where I had last left Mr. Gilinsky, but not before I heard him talking, putting a small delay on my plan.

"Yes, babe, I'll be home in like an hour. -I know I won't do that again, it's just that I was drinking and I didn't want to drive all the way home while I was drunk.- okay- okay, I love you too. Bye." I heard Mr. Gilinsky say, to Madison, I'm guessing, through the phone.

I walked out slowly while he was finishing his conversation revealing myself with this towel wrapped around me. The only thing I could say to describe what I was feeling right now was embarrassed. Once he saw me he got off the phone quickly and that's when I frantically began to grab my clothes tugging the stupid towel off that had been hiding all my bits and pieces.

"Johnson." He called out from his spot on the bed. His shirt still off making it extremely hard for me not to stop and stare, but I at least wanted to keep a little of my dignity, so I kept my eyes towards the ground as I successfully found all my clothes and quickly put them on.

"Johnson." He said louder and more demanding, but yet I continued to ignore him as I was now looking for my phone.

"Johnson." He said again and at this point I just really wish he would shut up. My whole plan was about to be ruined all because my stupid ass phone wanted to play hide and seek, therefore making me become frustrated.

"Oh my gosh." I exasperated to myself flipping things over to find my phone.

"Johnson." He said once again getting up from the bed coming to where I was. This was not how this was suppose to go.

"I can't find my fucking phone!" I exclaimed feeling myself growing frantic. Too many things going on at once. I felt him touch my shoulder softly, but I flinched back.

"Don't touch me." I meant to say sternly, but instead it came out soft. This was the first time I had looked at him directly since last night and it was weird. His light brown eyes lit up due to the sunshine coming through the room. If I didn't know any better they could have passed for hazel at this moment.

"Look, Johnson, please just calm down." He said soothingly, but it didn't help the aches in my body, it didn't ease my mind, and his words sure as hell didn't make my genius plan work any better.

"How can I calm down after what we did last night!" I exasperated, but before he could answer I said, " And I can't find my damn phone!"

"Would you please just sit down and we can talk?" He said calmly and I was beginning to get annoyed with his demeanor. How was he so chill about this! What married, supposedly straight man is okay with this?

I was disgusting and frustrated with myself more than anything right now.

"No, fuck th-" but I was cut off with a loud and stern voice that held a tone I had no other choice but to submit to.

"Sit the fuck down Johnson, damn!" He demanded breaking the mask of the calm demeanor and replacing it with his dominate one. I did as I was told slowly sitting on the bed. I sat slowly because despite me being distracted with everything going on right now my ass was still incredibly sore.

"Okay, now that you've calmed the fuck down I can tell you that your phone is right there." He stated pointing to the phone that as set in plain site on the little desk that was set up in the room.

I let out a quiet, "oh", but didn't get up to get it because I was embarrassed and Mr. Gilinsky had continued.

"I know you're freaking out about last night and so am I, trust me, I mean I'm the one with the wife and fandom that if this ever got out would ruin my career, but we need to go about this the right way." He explained going back to being calm.

"And what exactly is the right way?" I was curious to if he was referring to firing me.

"Well, we continue on like nothing ever happened. We don't ever bring this up again, to anyone." He clarifies. That's his bright idea?

"Are you kidding me?" I said feeling my eyes narrow at his dumb ass suggestion. There is no way I could act like nothing happened. I had just had sex with him! How do I let that go? Especially knowing that if I did let this go, in about a week I would be alone on tour with him.

"No." He said simply.

I chucked softly before raising myself from the bed, "Well, I have a better idea. I'm going to leave right now and in bout a week or so you will get a letter of resignation from me. I'll be out of you and your wife's hair, I can just hopefully find a new job."

"No!" He exclaimed catching me off guard.

"Look, I know you need this job, for your mom and all. It just wouldn't rest right on my conscience if she didn't get well and something terrible happens to her because we slipped up last night and did some shit we regret. I really like you as a person and I think we can be really good friends. Let's just look past this." He sort of pleaded and for some reason I just wasn't buying this whole excuse of him wanting me to stay solely being about him wanting to help me and my mom.

There was a small silence before I sighed rubbing my face.

"This isn't right. What we did is so wrong." I stated.

"I know, but I just feel the need to help you and your mom. You are one of the most genuine people I have ever met and call me crazy for not wanting you to go away because of a mistake." He said rubbing the back of his neck.

"Okay." I spoke out quietly after a few seconds, maybe even. Minute or two of deliberating. I knew this was stupid and wrong to agree to, but for some reason everything he was saying made me want to go along with what he said and just forget. Deep down, for whatever reason, I really just didn't want to leave him.

"Okay." He said with a small smile and that's when I noticed the small hickies scattered on his abs and neck.

"How in the world are we going to cover these hickies?" I asked, curious on how we would hide this from his wife. He would have to go and face his wife in less than a couple of hours. He would be dead meat if she saw his hickies. It would be even worse if she saw mine.

"Make up of course. Having a wife who does make up all the time has its perks, I guess. I'm sure I can cover these up easily. Plus she's leaving to London in tomorrow morning, so I'm sure I can hide these from her for a day." He explained.

"So, I'll go put my clothes on and we can go get some makeup from the store real quick. Well come back here and put it on and then we'll be on our way."

I nodded in compliance allowing him to go get dressed in his clothes from the night before in the bathroom.

It's really weird to say that my boss and I were just discussing how we would cover up the hickies we had gave each other, so casually.

After a few minutes we were on our way to the store, got the makeup that matched our skin and he claimed Madison would use some times. Then, we came back to the hotel and he applied some on my neck and his own.

It looked really good, especially for a guy to have done.

"I told you I was good." He said with a smug look.

"Yeah, yeah whatever. We should probably go now before your wife gets mad."

And that's exactly what we did.

However, despite how casual I had become about this whole thing and how casual he has been the whole time, my mind was still racing.

What the hell had I just got myself into?

***

"Yeah, he's been out literally all night. Hold on, I'll call you back in a minute." I heard Madison say into the phone as we entered the sitting room part of the house that she was in sadly there was my way to avoid this room to get upstairs. Or at least no at that I knew of.

"Oh look, my husband's finally home." She said with a fake smile on her face. You could tell she was pissed by her tone.

"Madison, I already told you why I didn't come home. I'm sorry." He said walking over to her to kiss her forehead.

"Right." She said lamely eyeing her husband. I didn't know if I should just walk upstairs now or if I should continue to stand here awkwardly.

"Don't be mad." He said still standing in front of her and I thought that was my cue to leave the room. I don't even know why I had stood there that long anyway. I guess I just wanted to nosey and see if she had noticed anything.

I guess I spoke too soon though because then I heard, "Is that makeup Jack?" as I passed by.

I walked faster up the stairs, not wanting to hear that unravel as much as my legs and my backside were on fire at my fast motion.

I knew that after she figured out he had makeup on his  neck all hell would break loose, but at least she wouldn't suspect that it was me.

Long story short, there was a lot of loud yelling that night.

And they definitely weren't the ones of pleasure I made the night before.

A/N: Okay, you all I just started school again and I already know I'm going to be busy. So, in other words, I have no idea when I'll have time to update. Therefore which on would you rather have?

Shorter, but more frequent updates or longer, but less frequent updates?

When I say short I mean about 15-25 pages. Long would be 35+ pages.

I know this chapter was one of my shorter ones, but next chapter will begin the tour!

Who's excited?

How do you feel about Gilinsky's reason for having Johnson continue to work for him?

~Brooke