Intriguing Darkness

The taxi stopped in the garage area. “This is where they like to be left. You should have a key that fits that elevator over there; her name should be on the inside next to the keyhole telling you what floor she's on, good luck."

I looked at the taxi driver because one: how did he know this? and two: she had no intention of taking him beyond the elevator. I opened his wallet and looked through his money. I shook my head at the fact that I only had several $100 bills. I took out a hundred and handed it to the driver, "Keep the change," I winked at him.

A big smile spread across his face, "Thank you, miss."

"Do not mention it; You can thank him next time.´´

I opened the door and grabbed his arm pulling him out of the cab. I put his arm around my shoulder and walked him to the elevator. She kept stumbling as she walked with him. I looked in his pocket for his keys. It was that awkward moment when I reached into his side pocket and felt something semi-hard that wasn't his keys. I pushed the elevator button and he looked at me.

"You are a beautiful woman and I am going to fuck you very hard," he said as he grabbed my butt. I won't lie: I sighed and removed his hand from my ass, "Only in your dreams honey, only in your dreams."

The elevator opened. I walked him inside and looked at the different keys on his key ring wondering which one would fit in the elevator. I turned to him as he leaned against the back of the elevator, "Can you show me which key goes here?" He gave me a drunken smile and seductively he took the key ring from me; he chose which key and held it up. "Thank you," I smiled.

I inserted the key into the lock next to his name as we went up to the top floor. The elevator doors opened to the biggest and most beautiful penthouse I've ever seen. Ok, it was the only penthouse I'd ever seen, but it was still beautiful. My intention was to lean it against the wall, leave it there, and walk away; I suppose he would pass out on the floor and wake up in the morning; that was until he looked at me and said he was going to get sick. I rolled my eyes when I asked him to take me to his room; I figured that would get his attention real quick. He pointed to the stairs and I clung to him, trying to hold him up as he climbed each step. We finally made it to the top when I saw a bathroom on the left. He didn't make it. He vomited all over his clothes. I shook my head because this was an all too familiar sight.

I rushed him into the bathroom where he leaned in and he hugged the china for a good hour. I stood there admiring the beauty of his bathroom. The taupe walls and black granite countertops gave it a classic yet luxurious look.

I found a washcloth and ran it under lukewarm water. I walked over to him as he sat against the wall with his head down. He smelled like vomit, and I had to make him change his clothes.

"Come on, friend; Let's see if we can change you. I put his arm around me and with a little help from him; I picked it up off the ground. We walked down the hall to his bedroom. I opened the double doors that led inside and was shocked; His bedroom was bigger than my entire apartment. I carried him to the king size bed and sat him down.

"You're an angel?" he stammered as he gently rubbed my cheek. His skin felt warm, and his touch felt nice, too nice since he gave me goosebumps.

I took my hand away from him and said "Yeah, I guess I am."

He smiled drunkenly and flopped down on the bed. He knew this was going to take some work, trying to get her clothes off, but he couldn't let her sit in his own vomit all night. First I took off his shoes and socks. I climbed on top to straddle him and unbuttoned his shirt, rolling him from side to side and extending his arms. It probably would have been easier to take off his shirt in the bathroom, but I didn't think of that. I went down to the button of his pants; oh god I can't believe he's doing this. I thought about leaving him lay there and sleep, but his pants took the brunt of his vomit and he genuinely smelled awful. I unbuttoned his pants and lifted his hips so I could take them off. It was a struggle, but I finally made it.

I couldn't help but look at his body sculpted of him as he lay almost perfectly naked in just his black silk boxers. I'm just a human, right? He was lean, muscular, and perfectly defined from head to toe. I felt dirty standing on his body swooning from him looking at him, but no one should look this perfect, it's just not right. She needed to move it to his pillow. I put the cold cloth on his head and he moved. I grabbed him under his arms and pulled him as best I could. I put him on his side, but he was still throwing up a lot again; a small moan escaped from his mouth. I found a blanket, on a chair in the corner of his room, and covered him with it. I sighed and looked at the clock on the nightstand; it said 1:00 a.m.

She was exhausted and desperately needed some sleep. That's when I realized I never told Penny I was leaving. I ran down the stairs and grabbed my bag from the table. I pulled out my phone and saw a text from her.

"Berth told me what you're doing, and I know you like to play Good Samaritan, but I'm worried, as soon as you see him text me back." I responded quickly.

"I'm fine; I managed to get him home, and he's passed out in his bed. He's heading home now; I'll talk to you tomorrow."

I stood in the hallway and looked up the stairs. Memories flooded my mind when I had to walk back to his room to check on him one last time. He had rolled onto her back, so I rolled him back onto her side. His bed was so comfortable that I decided to sit next to him and make sure he stayed on his side for the rest of the night. Maybe that way maybe he'll get some sleep. I fell asleep in an instant.

I woke up from a dream I had about my father. I quickly sat up, but my brain hadn't fully registered where he was. I took a good look around the room and saw him sleeping peacefully. I shook my head in disbelief that I fell asleep for so long as he directed me to the bathroom. I splashed some water on my face and drank some mouthwash I found in his cabinet. I ran my fingers through my hair and went downstairs. I should have left right then, but he needed coffee, and he would need it, too, when he woke up.

I walked towards the kitchen and stopped short. The mahogany cabinets with dark gray granite countertops were absolutely stunning. A large décor was located in the middle of the kitchen with a built-in stove on one side, while three stainless steel ovens were built-in facing the other wall. I found what I needed and made a cup of coffee. I had a recipe for a hangover cocktail that my dad used to make every day. I looked at the kitchen and surprisingly it had everything you needed to make one. I had my back to the door, making my hangover cocktail, when I heard someone clear their throat. I startled and slowly turned around.

He was standing in the middle of the kitchen in a pair of black pajama pants that hung low on his hips and outlined his muscular frame. I swallowed at the sight of him standing there, hungover and still looking as amazing as he did last night. He looked at me and cocked his head to the side.

“Didn't I go over the rules with you last night?

"Hey?" I frowned.

“I don't do sleepovers. You were supposed to leave after I fucked you; So would you mind telling me why you're still here in my kitchen getting so comfortable and making coffee?

His tone was arrogant and crude, obviously he didn't remember anything that had happened the night before, but he didn't expect him to. His green eyes looked dark and angry, but he will have to get over it; I didn't have time for that. I set the glass of hangover drink on the counter and slipped it to him. He narrowed his eyes at me.

"I asked you a question and I await an answer."

I sighed and rolled my eyes, “Listen buddy; I don't know what you think happened last night, but you didn't fuck me; I would never give you the pleasure of having done it with me; Trust me.” Ok, he was lying, I would have given him the pleasure, but he didn't need to know that. He cocked his head and narrowed his eyes at me.

“You drank yourself into oblivion at the club last night, and they kicked you out. He was walking outside when it happened and being the good person that I am; I called a taxi to make sure you got home safely. You then proceeded to vomit on yourself so I had to take you to the bathroom and take your clothes off because frankly you smelled so bad." He raised his eyebrows.

“I was walking out the door when I decided to check on you one more time. I went back to your room and you were lying on your back so I turned you back on your side in case you threw up; I wouldn't have wanted you to choke to death. He changed his stance and crossed his arms. “I fell asleep from exhaustion after dealing with you, and when I woke up I decided to make you a cup of coffee and a hangover cocktail. I was leaving in a few minutes and I didn't expect you to be up for at least a few more hours."

He took a few steps closer, "So you're telling me that nothing happened between us?" I rolled my eyes, this man didn't hear a word I just said.

“No, nothing happened; He just needed to make sure that you were going to be okay; you were terribly drunk.” I looked down.

"What is this?" he asked himself as he took the glass.

“Just drink it; You will start to feel better in about 15 minutes. I'll get you some coffee and I'll go.

I started to feel a little dizzy as I picked up a cup and it slipped out of my hands and crashed to the floor.

"It can't be," I said as I bent down to pick up the broken pieces.

“Hey, you're going to cut yourself,” she walked up to me and leaned in.

"Sorry," I said, shaking my head and picking up the broken china.

"Stop now!" commanded her voice.

Her voice was surprising, but I didn't listen because it was my mess and I was going to clean it up. He grabbed my hands and turned them over to pull the broken pieces out of them. Our eyes met when he saw the scars on my wrists. I backed away quickly and stood up. He kept picking up the pieces. I took my bag from the counter.

“Sorry again about the cup. I'll replace it for you, and I hope you feel better." I turned around and headed for the kitchen.

"Wait," I heard him say.

I turned around and looked at him. "At least let me pay you for the inconvenience last night."

"I'm not going to take your money, and it wasn't a problem." Ok, it was, but he's alive, and I feel better knowing that he probably saved his life. He rolled his eyes, "Then at least he has a cup of coffee before you go." I sighed. I really needed it, and a cup wouldn't hurt.

"Okay, one cup and then I'll be out of your house."

He returned to the kitchen and put the mug on the table. He drank his cocktail and frowned the entire time. It was funny to see the disgusted look on his face. He leaned over the counter and looked at me.

“Why the hell would you help me like that? What if I was a bad person? What if I had hurt you while drunk?

I laughed, “You couldn't do me any kind of harm even if you wanted to. You were so drunk last night, you were staggering and couldn't even stand up; I barely got you home. He ran a hand through his hair.

“You shouldn't be doing that kind of thing; It's not safe in this town for a girl to do such a thing." He seemed agitated.

Leaning my elbow on the counter, I rested my hand on my cheek and watched him intently as he lectured me. He stopped what he was saying and narrowed his eyes at me, "Are you listening to me?"

I laughed as he lifted me from the chair, “Thanks for the coffee, but I have to go now; I need to get home. I grabbed my bag and started walking towards the kitchen exit.

"Have a lovely day Mr. Frost, and please don't drink so much next time." I could hear his footsteps following me behind.

"Would you mind telling me your name?" The elevator doors opened; I went in and turned to tell him.

"It's Emily," I told her as the door began to close.