"Pizza will be here in half hour," he said after calling in the order. My host stood up and stretched, groaning slightly before he started to walk across the room, "Pay the boy when he knocks. I'm taking a shower."

"How?" I snapped at him twisting in the seat so I knelt back words, looking towards him, "Any way I had of paying now resides in the bottom of the Gotham river. You know, from when you drove my truck off a bridge?"

He exhaled sharply before returning to the couch to grab the duffel bag from the day before. Holding it up he pulled out a wad of cash. I was in sheer awe of the amount of banknotes in front of me as he tugged out a single bill from the binding.

"Here," he stated before return the stack to the bag, taking it with him as he walked to the bedroom door.

"What if he can't break a hundred?" I asked quickly turning the green rectangle over in my hands trying to see if it was real.

"Tell 'em to keep the change," he stated, slamming the door behind himself.

If I had been more observant, and like, not drunk, I might've noticed that my host was troubled by something. I had no clue what bothered, and honestly, at that time I didn't give a fuck about his feelings. It's not like he cared about how I felt. I mean, he did literally kidnap me.

I resigned to watching the tv as I waited for the pizza. I didn't know shit about rugby besides that it was the weird, violent cousin of football and soccer. Turns out it isn't so bad to watch. Who doesn't enjoy watching dudes in tiny shorts wrestle in the mud? Eventually there was a knock at the door and I climbed up to answer.

"Are you George?" the pimply kid asked as he stood in the hallway.

"Yes," I replied in a flat voice as he passed me the cardboard box, "Here's a hundred, keep the change," I added, handing him the single bill and shutting the door abruptly.

I pulled out a slice before tossing the box to the coffee table, taking a bite as I flopped onto the couch. Maybe it was because I hadn't eaten in almost a whole day, but this pizza was delicious. After finishing my first slice I grabbed another. Then another ...and maybe two or three more after that.

I was in a happy pizza coma, sipping at the cheap gin, feeling content as I watched the sports game. Of course my gracious host had to ruin the moment of bliss.

If you really want to get someone's attention, be a totally buff dude and walk around in nothing but a towel.

While I had been entertained looking at the butts of the athletes on the screen, it was completely different having the real thing in front of me. I sat there slack jawed and wide eyed, staring at his adonis like physique as he stood with one hand gripping at the knot in the towel, the last drops of water pooling at his feet.

"Take yeh pants off," He commanded, staring down at me.

"Wh-what?" I stammered, feeling like my eyes were going to pop out of my head. I felt a clenching sensation deep in my gut as I unconsciously crossed my legs a little tighter.

"Take yeh pants off," he reiterated, "Now." He did not look happy as he stood there, "They're my trackies, if yeh don't take 'em off, I will," he threatened.

I quickly caught on to the reason for his demands. He didn't care about seeing me in less clothes, he just wanted more for himself. So I hopped up and tried to run away.

Unfortunately we were in a very small apartment. I tried to keep my balance as I hurried, stepping over the scattered piles of junk on the floor. He circled around the other side of the couch, cutting me off. I spun the other way, heading back as he reached out and wrapped his arm around my torso.

Even though I'm about half the size of him, I'm not exactly small. I'm average height and a little chubby but he trapped me against his chest and lifted me with one arm like I weighed nothing to him.

"Put me down!" I shouted slapping his forearm as I kicked and wiggled, trying to free myself from his grasp. I could feel his other hand as it moved around to my middle, reaching to tug the drawstrings loose.

"Quit moving around," he growled in my ear as he tried to pull down the waistband to the sweats I wore. He gave up holding me and threw me face first on the couch, placing his palm flat between my shoulder blades. Using his full weight he pushed me into the cushion as he grabbed at my pants. I fumed, annoyed that he was able to pin me with one hand.

"You're the worst," I commented, my voice muffled by the cushion. I felt defeated as he yanked the cloth down. I bit my lip as his knuckles brush against my ass and down my legs. I tried to tell myself that I did not enjoy him manhandling me like this, but it definitely ignited an awkward fire within course there was no way I was going to let him know this.

"I should've thrown yeh in the river," He grumbled more to himself than me as he shook out the pants, untangling the legs. Once he lifted his hand, releasing me, I sat up and crossed my arms giving him a sour look as he stood in front.

That's when he dropped his towel.

"Oh my god!" I yelled reaching up to shield my eyes, "Have you no decency!"

"Sure I do," I could hear his smirk as he spoke, "Yeh just a prude."

"Am not!" I lowered my hands to find him standing there with pants on, and that stupid crooked smirk of his. "I'll have you know I've seen plenty of penises," I felt like a fool as I spoke. This was not something I should have to defend, especially to him, but the bottles of cognac and gin had insured that my filter was long gone.

"Yeah?" He asked as he flopped on to the couch next to me, "How many?" I was worried he actually expected an answer as he grabbed the nearest bottle of booze, taking a big swig before reaching for the pizza box.

Thankfully, once he opened the box the previous question was completely gone from his mind

"Ye ate the whole pizza?!" He roared, his head snapping to face me.

"I, uh, have to use the bathroom," I mumbled, my head spinning slightly as I quickly stood up to cross the room.

I don't know if I've made it clear to you how messy this space was. There were odds and ends scattered randomly across every inch the floor boards. This made navigating the clutter a mindful task. It was essential that you pay attention to where you were stepping.

I kept my eyes on my host as I moved, too scared to turn my back to him. Admittedly he was was right to be pissed, I had over indulged with the pizza. I began to turn around, my eyes still trained on him as I reached for the bedroom door. I stepped forward without mind and my foot collided with something very, very solid.

I yelped in pain, losing my balance and falling backwards hard onto my ass, which I knew would leave a bruise, "Oh god! It's broken! My toe is broken!" I hollered as I clutched at my foot, tears streamed freely from my eyes. Ok, yeah, I know, I'm not good at dealing with pain.

"Shut ye trap, lemme look," I heard the man grumble as he walked over to me. He grabbed my ankle yanking the appendage from my grasp. He inspected my foot as he held it with one hand while I sniffled. He raised his other hand and using his middle finger and thumb he flicked at my second toe.

"What the fuck!" I screamed at him as a shock of pain traveled from my toe up my leg, "You fucking sadist!"

"Good news, ye toe's not broke," He replied, ignoring my statement.

"Yeah? That's how you tell?" I snapped at him, wiping at the tears on my cheek.

"Yeah, if ye toe was broke and I did that, ye would've punched me," He explained, releasing my foot as he stood up, holding a hand out to me

"I don't need a broken toe to want to punch you," I grumbled as I begrudgingly took his hand, letting him help me to my feet, "How do you know so much about broken toes anyway?"

"Years of boxing, ye learn to deal with broken fingers," He said, still clutching my hand, though I was righted. "Go pee," he commented, slapping my ass through the silk dressing gown. He hit right where the bruise was. I huffed, hobbling two steps forward and grabbing the door handle.

"Thanks nurse George," I shot over my shoulder as I crossed the threshold to the bedroom.

"What did yeh ju-," he began before I slammed the door in his face, cutting him off.


I hope you enjoyed it :)

sorry not sorry for being a tease.

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