Johnson

The morning after sex was always an event. You either wake up confused, regretful, or happy. Sometimes the first two make for a good combination as well. But, what I was feeling now was definitely anxiety as I lay here with my eyes closed praying when I open them the man I had slept with was sound asleep like last time.

I encourage myself to count down from three before I open my eyes.

1...2...3...

And when my eyes finally peeled open I was met with an empty bed. That could only mean one thing and I was mentally crying at the thought of it.

Jack was definitely up and I would have to face him.

That's when I realized that the shower was on and I had a chance to make a run for it. I anxiously force my body up, despite the searing pain that shot through my backside as evidence of last night. I frantically searched for my clothes that were scattered around the room like how I remembered they were.

Imagine seeing a man, ass out, with multiple hickeys littered over his body, looking for his clothes through a pile of mess. That was me right now.

Once I found every article of my clothing except my shirt and had put them on, I heard the shower stop and I knew Gilinsky would be out soon so I limped faster to find my shirt. Once I did I quickly put it on and grabbed for my phone.

"Johnson." I heard from behind me, making me jump. Shit.

I turned around slowly before meeting the eyes of Jack Gilinsky and I was sure we both didn't know what to say to each other.

This was the second time we had went all the way and it was without alcohol this time, at least on my part. I think it was safe to say now that we both were attracted to each other at least sexually, but the real question was how do we go about it?

"Yeah?" I said my voice a little scratchy. The situation was overall just awkward.

"Look, we both know what we did last night and I think we should talk about it." Jack spoke, not beating around the bush at all mic to my misfortune, staying stationary in his spot, a good distance away from where I was standing on my aching legs.

"I-I don't think that's a good idea." I stuttered out, rubbing my arm and breaking eye contact from him as I looked down at my phone. I had ten phone calls from Mila and one phone call from Aunt Maxine as well as a text from Mila that stuck out.

Mila: We have to talk

"Johnson, I know your probably scared about this and so am I, but-" He began, but I quickly cut off his statement not wanting to talk about this right now.

I needed a moment to clear my head.

"Jack, I really think we should talk about this later. Mila has been blowing my phone up all night and I'm sure she's worried about me. I-I think I should just go and check in with her. Maybe clear my head for a minute. Okay?" I said steadily feeling my heart pumping hard against my chest.

"Y-Yeah okay. I'll just talk to you later." He said softly with a nod before turning away, the scratches I left on his back from the night before prominent. I had to look away from the damage I had caused to his skin because it made what happened between us all to real. I waited till I heard the door of the bathroom close before I concluded that he went back to the bathroom.

Soon I heard the sink water running and that's when I decided to leave the room and go to mine to go freshen up.

Freshening up was the easy part of the whole situation, the showering part at least. Well, besides standing up because my back and thighs were burning. However, the most eye-opening and hardest part of the whole ordeal was staring at my body in the mirror. In the shower I could just pretend the numerous hickeys around my body weren't there by simply not looking down, but then I looked in the mirror and they were everywhere. Luckily, this time we were sober enough to avoid the neck, but everywhere else on my body compensated for it.

I looked away from the mirror and quickly put on my clothes before texting back Mila like I knew I should have as soon as I woke up.

To Mila: okay, you can come to my room if you'd like...

I hesitantly sent that before reviewing over my messages and deciding to send another one.

To Mila: or I can come to yours. It doesn't matter

I awaited her response and contemplated what exactly we had to talk about. I was already anticipating that she was going to get on me about leaving the club without informing anyone, especially her, however I couldn't help, but wonder if maybe she saw Jack and I at the club. Maybe she knew about what was going on and wanted to question me about it. If that was true I was not ready for the questioning. I barely knew what was going on and I was ashamed of what I had did.

From Mila: I'll come to your room. Xavier doesn't need to hear this.

That's the exact moment my heart began to race. If there was a god, he would do me this one solid and make sure she didn't know what happened last night.

I sat on my bed, waiting for the knock that signifying Mila was outside my door and not even two minutes later there was a knock. The time between when she texted me and that knock was not nearly enough time for me to mentally prepare for whatever she wanted to talk to me about.

I walked over to the door and opened it to reveal a clearly sleep deprived Mila.

"You have a lot of explaining to do." She said walking by me into my room.

"Well come in." I mumbled soft enough to where she couldn't hear.

"So." She said sitting on my freshly made bed and crossing her legs. "What happened last night?"

"Are you talking about me leaving the club?" I asked although I clearly know what she meant.

"No, I'm talking about you leaving opera." She deadpanned. "You know what the hell I'm  talking about Johnson."

"Sorry, geez. Um, I just had a little bit too much to drink, I got sick, and Mr. Gilinsky helped me back to my hotel room. That's it. I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was leaving, but I really didn't feel good." I said lying through my teeth, but praying she bought my lie.

The room fell silent and she stared at me as I shifted uncomfortably from side to side. My back was hurting and she was gazing at me with an unreadable look, so the predicament I was in had me ready to jump out a window.

"You're lying." She finally said with a chuckle. "First of all you told me you weren't drinking anything last night and even if you decided to later on, Xavier and I was by the bar the majority of the time so we would have seen you. Plus we went back and asked the only two bartenders that were there if they had seen you and they both said no. I mean we showed them a picture and everything. Also, if he took you back to your room, why is your bed freshly made? Which would explain why you didn't answer the door when I came to your room last night." She questioned making me realize the multiple holes in my story.

Got damnit. Think of something quick.

"Okay, okay. You're right." I admitted. "What really happened is, you remember the guy that was trying to hit on me at the bar with the curly blond hair and mustache?" I began.

"Yeah."

"Well, after you left me, while I was on the dance floor that same guy kept grabbing me and whispering nasty things that made me uncomfortable until Jack came up and helped me. By that point I wanted to go back the hotel, so he took me, but he could tell I was shook up by the whole situation so I stayed in his room." I lied. Her face was completely unreadable at this point. I didn't know whether she believed more or not because her face was completely face until she began shaking her head again with a look of disappointment.

"Come on now J, I thought we were better friends than that." She said with a small laugh and that's when I knew she didn't by anything that I had just said. " There's many things I am, but I'm not a gullible bitch and I'm a little hurt that you think I am. Number one I saw the guy who hit on you get kicked out the club before we even went to go dance so there's no way he could have did all the things you said and number two I saw you and Gilinsky getting all touchy-feely on the dance floor, which you better pray to god paparazzi didn't see because whether there is something going on there or not the public will eat it up. So, before I make any assumptions or draw any conclusions on what happened, tell me what actually happened. Please?"

I felt my throat close up as I had just been caught in a bed of lies. So now I had two options. Tell the whole truth and pray to god she still wanted to be my friend or tell the partial truth, but downplay it so much she will believe nothing else happened after the dance.

I hugged before I chose the latter option in my head and began talking, "Okay, what really happened was after you left to dance with Xavier I went dancing on my own and eventually ventured into the middle of the dancefloor." She nodded in approval before I sighed and continued on with my story that would shortly become made up.

"Once I got into the middle I was having loads of fun and all of a sudden Jack is behind me and we start dancing together. I know it's kind of weird since I'm still his employee, but we've become really good friends and we weren't even thinking of dancing as something that was awkward or inappropriate even though looking back at the situation it probably was..." I trailed off.

"Then after awhile of dancing we both got tired and decided we wanted to call it a night. We went to go find you all, but you know the club was packed and we saw no one so we just left. I really did mean to text you, but I completely forgot once we got in the car and I'm so sorry about that honestly." I finished fidgeting with my fingers. This was awful, I had to sit here and lie to someone I really considered my friend, but I knew if I told her the truth she had the potential to judge me.

Again there was a silence that looked over the room as she eyed me while she thought.

"And that's all that happened?" She said with a look that showed she was skeptical of my story, but who in their right mind wouldn't be when I just got caught telling two made up stories to cover the truth.

"Yes, that's all. I just didn't want to tell you because it seemed a little weird, especially with the whole dancing with Jack situation and then leaving with him. I just really don't want you to judge me." I said feeling myself biting my lower lip from nervousness.

She nodded before saying, "Look J, we're friends and I don't want you to be scared to tell me stuff because I truly do look are you as a true friend and I want us to truth each other. I would never intentionally judge you. However, it kind of hurts my feelings when you feel you have to lie to me to cover up whatever, ya' know?"

To say I didn't feel like a piece of shit right now would be a lie. I felt terrible. Here was my friend who I had become extremely close with in a matter of weeks telling me I could trust her with anything and she wouldn't judge me and I lied to her face. The thought of just coming out and telling her the truth crossed my mind, but I quickly suppressed it. This was the first real friend I had since Nash and I didn't want to ruin it.

"Yeah and I'm really sorry about this whole thing." I said sincerely.

"It's okay, b." She said with a smile. "But, now that we're good I'm going to go back to my room and get my beauty sleep. A bitch is exhausted."

"Okay, wouldn't want to hold you up." I said softly with a laugh not really wanting to move my position. If she saw me walk she might question why I was walking funny so I moved as little as possible.

"Okay, I'm going then, bye." She said blowing me a kiss before exiting the room. That's when I exhaled deeply knowing I had just either dug myself into some deep shit or dup myself out of it.

Hours past of me just staring at my ceiling, thinking. What could have possibly possessed me to do that with him again? Was it his looks? His charisma? Bad judgement? The fact that I've had a crush on him since I was sixteen?

And what could have made him want to have sex with me again? Did he miss his wife? Was he experimenting? Was he secretly gay? Did he...like me?

These questions kept scrambling and attacking my mind as Mila's statement daunted over my head.

"I saw you and Gilinsky getting all touchy-feely on the dance floor, which you better pray to god paparazzi didn't see because whether there is something going on there or not the public will eat it up."

Last night I had completely forgot that Jack wasn't a normal person, but a celebrity who was always followed by paparazzi and apparently he did too. I couldn't help, but think that that lack of awareness could come back to bite both of us in the butt. Hard.

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on my door. I groaned softly from the pain in my back as I limped to the doorway.

"Who is it?" I asked before I opening the door. I wasn't necessarily tall enough to see out of the high peephole and even when I could, I could barely see the person, so I didn't even make an effort to try and look.

"Jack." Answered the person on the other side of the door and my breathing harbored at the name. I was not ready to face him, but i didn't want to be rude either. I mean he still was my boss.

I slowly opened the door and Jack's eyes went straight to mine before I put my head down and stepped aside to let him in without saying a word. Once he entered the door I let the heavy door shut and all that was left was an awkward silence.

"I-Is there something that you needed?" I said folding my arms over my chest before walking by him as normal as I could onto my bed. I turn around to him trying to cover up his smile that was begging to appear on his face.

"Is something funny?" I couldn't help, but to say. I know I had no right to be annoyed with him, we both made the conscience choice last night to sleep with each other and I can't lash out at him. However, I still felt bad about earlier with Mila and seemed to be taking the whole situation as a joke.

"No, nothing's funny. It just looks like you're having a little bit of trouble walking." He said with a small smirk playing on his lips causing me to roll my eyes.

"Jack, what did you come to my room for?" I asked totally disregarding his mentioning of us having sex last night. My patience was running really low at this point. How could he possibly be joking about this?

"Look, I just came here to talk to you about last night... and say-" I cut him off before he could even finish his sentence knowing exactly what he was going to say.

"That it was a mistake that shouldn't happen again and we should forget about it. I completely agree." I stated, outlining the basis of what he told me after we had sex the first time.

"No." He said moving a bit closer to where I was sitting, beginning to close the large gap we had between us. " I was going to say that last night was something I've never experienced before and maybe..." then, he began to trail off.

This took me by surprise. What exactly is he trying to say.

My eyebrows furrowed in curiosity and confusion, "What are you trying to say?" I asked softly.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is maybe... something that special shouldn't be thrown away." He said softly and my brain began to run a mile a minute as well as my heart.

"Jack-" I began to warn.

"No, seriously, just hear me out Johnson. Ever since you've come around I've just- I don't know, I guess I've been having this feeling or these urges and every time I'm around you I just want to do things I know I shouldn't." He said softly moving in closer to me. His movements were almost captivating and my mind was scattered everywhere. All I could do was sit there in silence.

"A-And you can't say you don't feel it last night. What we did last night and previous times before was proof." He said nearly where I was at.

"W-What we did last night was an accid-" I stuttered out softly.

"Now we both know that's a lie."

"Okay, so what if I am lying? What a-about your wife?" I questioned determined from him to see it from a rational point of view even though him now tower over me was so tempting.

"If I were ever that serious about her I would never be doing this with you." He said confidently.

"Jack-" I coughed out feeling overwhelmed.

"Johnson, baby, I've laid my cards out on the table." He said grabbing my chin. He was now in between my legs. "Now, what is your next move?"

What was my next move?

It was either I sink or swim.

I still don't know which one I chose.

A/ N: I've updated again!

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