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Chapter 8: Late nights
This morning her cell phone woke her up. Otogi could always be the one to party hard and wake up the next morning without a hangover or anything. He was somebody she wish she could be secretly. Someone who can goof around and get away with it without any repercussions. He told her to dress up nicely, no pants and nice jewelry. Otogi was also a man who loved to see sparkly diamonds on women. Especially women who he was with. It made them look expensive as well as he, like he had taste or something. On Friday night, he would pick her up around eight in his limo. Everything was planned out as far as he was concerned. If she didn't want to hang out with him later on that night, he had another limo waiting for her. They both already knew he would be too busy with some other woman. Agreeing to everything, she already had in mind what she was going to wear and when she was going to leave.
Tonight she would be able to dance in one of those private rooms again. Brandon found out about her little fiasco with the drinking and banned her from the room. Tonight she would only be there for an hour until Lorena came and took over. It was a probation. Brandon had to stay in the room with Anzu to see if she could handle being by herself next time. The rest of the night she stayed outside. The men in the private rooms were ruthless, throwing beer bottles at the cage. Apparently they were already waste when they got there and were angry about something. Brandon had to intervene and take her out, also getting a bouncer to throw the guys out. A little shaky the whole night, she made through it. Brandon would take her aside every now and then and ask if she was alright. After all she was still smelling like the beer the men threw at her. It made her no longer want to dance in the private rooms, no matter how much money they offered her.
When she took off her makeup and clothes that she replaced with a tight white shirt and jeans, she went to look for Kaiba. He would always sit in the stool chair nearest to her dressing room. The same spot in the same position; leaning against the bar with his elbows resting on the counter top, looking out at the dancers. Sometimes she wondered if he ever wanted to dance but knew better. He just came from work, there was no way he'd want to dance. Tonight though, he looked different. He was in his usual attire which consisted of a buttoned up shirt which always had the first two undone, and a pair of dark colored slacks. His slacks would always be either black or navy blue as well as his shirt. His jacket and tie would always be in the back. Some nights he would wear his trench coat, other nights it would be thrown in the back along with his tie and jacket. When she noticed this, she didn't know. But it was scary to her about how observant she could be. His eyes. That was what was different. He looked so tired. Like he had a long day and just wanted to go home. He Didn't even notice when she stood in front of him. He just blankly looked ahead of him. Her hands touched his shoulders, lightly shaking them. When he caught himself drifting away towards lala land, he stood up without looking at her and walked out the club, touching the small of back to lead her out. Every night he would do that she noticed. He would stand up and lead her out, always touching her in the same spot. When he got into his car after opening her side first, he sighed heavily.
"Long day?" She asked, her eyes sad for him. He really looked tired. Could he even drive? Slowly he nodded.
"Like you wouldn't believe." He drawled out. With a sniff, he looked at her awkwardly and looked in her eyes, leaning a bit towards her and making her back up against the door.
"What?" She asked, a hint of panic in her voice.
"Have you been drinking again?" He asked eyes narrowing, a bit angry of the thought that she didn't learn her lesson. What If a guy took advantage of her while she was drunk? What if a guy touched her and she couldn't do anything about it? Kaiba wouldn't have been there to help her, to take care of her like last time.
"No!" She almost screeched out but remembered the man who threw his bottle at her. The memory of it gave her a chill. "It was an accident with the beer. It spilt on me. Brandon won't let me drink." She explained, not wanting to get into the details.
"Hmm." He was no longer angry, and an obvious exhaustion took over. With a yawn, he drove out. The whole ride was silent, his occasional yawns heard and concerning Anzu. She didn't want to bother him though, upset him. He seemed upset when he thought she was drinking again, so it was best not to provoke him. Being tired made him grouchy. At the last red light, she could saw his eyes fade out like when he was in the club. He was too tired. He couldn't drive anymore. Even though he didn't want to admit it, he couldn't. And she wouldn't let him.
After she got out of the passenger side, she walked to his side of the car, opening the door. With a confused look, he tried to shut the door again, but failed when she stepped forwards, blocking the door from closing. Since the car was low, her breasts were only visible and not her face. As a man, the only thing he stared at was her breasts. Coming out of his trance, he did the only thing he could think of and that was stepping out, making her back up.
"What are you doing?" He asked as he faced her, his voice sounding as tired as he looked. She did nothing but smile and pull him out more, holding his wrist with both hands and shutting the door. Luckily his keys were in his hands, which she took. After making sure the car was locked and the alarm was on, she pulled him up the stairs. Because of his exhaustion, he followed suit, not sure what really was going on. By the time she got to her door, he realized what was happening, tugging her back when he stopped. "What are you doing?" He asked again with a hiss, this time trying to sound mad. Simply turning around, she continued to smile.
"You're helping me a lot. You really are, and I have no way of repaying you. So tonight I am. I can't just let you help me and then have you go home in risk of getting into an accident." Then she turned back around and opened her door, Kaiba not responding to what she just said. He didn't even know what she was talking about. They both stepped inside her apartment, her leaving him by the doorway and going straight into her bedroom to change into her pajamas. Meanwhile he just waited for ten minutes for her to come back.
"Sit down on the couch. I know you're tired .I just wanted to get out of these clothes. I'm almost done. Since you're tired I'm going to make you coffee to make sure you stay awake while you're driving back home." She yelled out from her bedroom. Doing what she said, he walked over to her couch and sat down, sighing in relief to get off his feet. All he needed now was a cold drink and his reports. That was all he's been doing all week. Today was a Thursday and his reports wouldn't get done until next Sunday. It was a hassle to get all these reports done in time. A lot of late nights and early mornings. It's been a while since he's been able to sleep in.
The couch was pretty comfortable. Forget the reports, he needed a pillow. Shutting his eyes for a moment, he leaned further into the couch. Anzu stepped out of her bedroom to find the CEO falling asleep on her couch. Slowly and quietly she walked in front of him and kneeled down, touching his knee. The simple touch made his eyes open, his eyes once again narrowing towards Anzu. She was wearing the same thing he put on her that night she got drunk, the white shirt and pajama bottoms. The glare didn't faze her, she simply smiled at him in concern.
"Why don't you spend the night?" Anzu asked quietly, trying to sound casual. Like her heart wasn't beating like mad. "It's the least I could do." It was a bit forward of her, yes. But he did need to go to sleep. The proof was on his face, the way he sat, the way he kept yawning. She knew if he went home he probably would do reports. At least this way she could make sure he does go to sleep without worrying about him. With a tired sigh, he got up, her hands sliding off his knee and getting up with him.
"I have an extra toothbrush, towels. The only thing is that you might have to sleep in your boxers." The last part she whispered. It just sounded weird to say that. Since they were in between the couch and the coffee table, their proximity was close. Close enough for his breath to hit her forehead. If she looked up, like she's been avoiding, his breath would hit her lips. Both of their hands were by their sides, though Kaiba had an urge to hold her waist. To hold her close. After all, they were pretty close, almost intimate. If someone would have walked in, they would have thought they were about to kiss. A couple of minutes of silence later, Kaiba sat back down.
"Why don't you just give me some coffee?" He asked, eyes completely avoiding hers. A motherly instinct took over, and she pulled Kaiba up. Well, she tried to anyways. Ending up just leaning over him, with her hands on his upper arm, she ended up pulling him forward but not up,
"You'll better after some sleep, not coffee." Voice firm and confident now. The Anzu he knew in high school. Bossy but in a caring way. Now their proximity was eve closer than before. She was practically straddling him. Still he said nothing, he just kept looking at her with those tired eyes and those bags developing underneath his eyes.
He was so tired. Felt so tired. But it didn't mean he couldn't go home on his own. Then again, if he went home he would have that pile of papers on top of his desk that were calling out to be done. Sleeping at someone's apartment, Mazaki's apartment? It was something uncalled for. Something not done. Something impossible. Something he was actually contemplating.
"I still have things I have to get done at home, Mazaki. So I'm not going to sleep in your diminutive apartment." Cocky as always. Cold as always. Mazaki was a name he would always call her. He would never dare call her by her first name. So it wasn't an insult to her, it was common coming from him. She let go of his arm and sat down next to him with a huff. They looked at each other as she pursed her lips in thought.
"Are you sure?" She asked. Taking his silence as a yes, she got up. "I'll make the coffee. But you have to stay a little to make sure that you're awake enough to drive home." Entering her kitchen, she took out the instant coffee and a mug. "All I have is instant, okay?" She said after she made his coffee. She knew that he was probably used to imported coffee from Italy or something, but he'd have to settle for Folgers for tonight. Kaiba has been awfully quiet. It's only been five minutes since she left him. When she stepped back into the living room, she found out why he was so quiet. He was gone.
"Son of a bitch." She muttered. But her front door wasn't opened. It wasn't unlocked. There was no where he could have locked it back up from the outside. A creak from her bedroom made her put down the coffee on the table in front of the couch and head towards her bedroom. There on her bedroom was Kaiba, coming out of her bathroom wiping his hands on a towel, and his buttoned shirt off. Just seeing his horribly perfect chiseled chest, made her squeak and turn around abruptly, almost bumping into her wall. She heard him scoff and sit on her bed. He was taking something off. What the hell was he taking off? She heard a zip, and almost turned around out of instinct to see what he was doing.
"I'm only going to sleep for a couple of hours. Four tops. Then I'm going straight home to work." Hearing her bedspread being moved around, and a sigh, he said goodnight. Now that it was safe to turn around, she not only turned around but walked over to him and sat sideways on his stomach, his eyes giving her a fixed stare. He was even sleeping on her side of the bed. "What?"
"I meant for you to sleep on my couch, not on my bed." She growled lowly in her throat. He laying on his back, the sheets up to his chest, and one hand resting on her lap while the other resting beside him.
"You offered." He said with a shrug.
"Yea. I did but I'm not going to sleep on the couch." she said no longer speaking low but mad now that she wasn't going to be able to sleep on her bed tonight.
"Then you could either wait four hours or you could sleep on the bed." Sliding off of his stomach, she stood with a hand on her hip. Glowering at him. "I forgot." The asshole part of Kaiba was coming out. She could see it, but what she couldn't see was that he was playing around with her. "You're a prude, aren't you?" His sneer making her uncomfortable. There he was lying in her bed, under her covers probably naked, and offering to share her bed with him. It was a chance any girl would take, a chance she would take. Him calling her a prude made her scowl further, if possible.
"You're a pig, Kaiba. If I didn't owe you so many favors, I would tell you to go to hell and make you sleep on the couch." She said as she leaned over to get one out of the two pillows beside his head. Turning around to go to sleep on the couch, she heard him shift in the bed. When she got to the door, she saw that he turned on his side, facing her.
"Goodnight." He said with a hint of sarcasm. Her response to him was a slam from her door. But even with the door slammed, she could hear his evil like laugh.
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About half an hour later, Anzu awoke from a nightmare. The scene from Tokyo Princess with those drunk men played over and over in her mind. She needed to wash her face with some cold water. Unfortunately, Kaiba was still there sleeping.
'To the hell with him.' She thought. He was the one who kicked her out of her own bed. He even called her a prude. A few hours ago she once again met the person she hated in high school. His asshole side. When they were in the car, he wouldn't be like that. He would answer her crudely sometimes, or not answer at all, but he wouldn't insult her. He was so odd sometimes. All those thoughts about wanting to know him was now out the window as far as she was concerned. She already knew him. He was a cold hearted bastard and she just wanted to wash her face and go to sleep on her own bed. After a few minutes of contemplation, she opened her bedroom slowly. He looked like he was sleeping, though his back was turned towards her.
'He doesn't snore. Great surprise.' She thought as she tip toed to her bathroom. Feeling a great relief and no longer thinking of those drunks, she washed her face with cold water. Trying to get out of her bathroom the same way she came in, she tiptoed out. But when she looked at Kaiba, she saw he was awake.
"What are you doing?" To him the scene was comical. Here was Anzu tip toeing around in her own room thinking that he was sleeping. He even heard her heavy sigh in the bathroom after she closed the door. Realizing that he wasn't he sleeping, she fully stood. Before, she was slightly bent over . She scoffed and folded her arms on her chest.
"None of your business." She said like a spoiled child. Obviously she was still mad about the bed incident.
"I was joking the other time. I was waiting for you to come and kick me out." He said with a full hearted chuckle.
'Since when in the hell does he chuckle like that?'
He was propping himself up with one elbow while the other laid at his side. "When you didn't come, I was going to get you, but I feel asleep waiting." Fine maybe he wasn't a horrible person. Maybe he did change. He was joking the whole time and fell asleep. That was what she was going to believe happened. But he was still an asshole.
"I had a bad dream." She mumbled as she walked over to him and side on the edge of the bed. The memories weren't gone. They were still there. "It has to do with why I smell like beer." She added though she didn't need to. But she did want to talk about it. Lorena really wasn't there when it happened, and she knew that she could talk to her in a decent hour. But then how would she be able to go to sleep. Looking up at him, she asked, "Can I sleep here?" With a nod, he moved over so she could sleep on her side. Unsure, she slowly slipped under her covers with Kaiba next to her. They were now lying on their sides, face to face and her lying her head on the pillow, and him still propped up with his elbow. When she asked him, she honestly meant to sleep alone, but he obviously didn't understand what she meant.
"What happened?" The covers with brought up to her chin, covering everything but her face. Her hands could be seen poking on top of the covers, playing with the hemming.
'What was she nervous for? Was it her dream?'
"I was in those private room again and these men in their got drunk. They wanted to dance and threw their bottles of beer at the cage I was in. The beer went all over me. It just scared me. I've heard it happen before, so when it did happen I guess it shocked me." As she spoke, her eyes closed as if she was seeing those men again. The shiver that went up her spine made her cover her face from her nose down. Now only her eyes were visible and now open. No longer propping himself up on his elbows, he fully sat up, baring his chest. He leaned against the headboard, and brought a hand to her hair, smoothing it, brushing it with his fingers, playing with it.
"Men are ruthless, Mazaki. Remember that. If they see a scantily dressed girl dancing in a cage, they will think low of her. Then they will treat her just as low." His words were true. They were of a man, but spoken like a sibling. Someone who cares.
"I need the job until I get to Julliard. I need to pay for school somehow and still relate it to dance."
The covers now off her face and down to her chest. Having Kaiba here, it made her feel better. The way he was playing with her hair and talking to her in that concerned reverberating voice made her feel like he was her boyfriend. A boyfriend taking care of her troubles, giving her advice. It felt nice. It made her forget about those men and focus on his fingers running through her hair.
"Then just always be prepared for some man to always try to provoke you. It'll happen more often to someone like you."
'A beautiful talented woman like you.' It was unsaid, but still heard. His tone gave it away. A complimenting tone.
His hand stopped and he looked down at her. Her eyes met his as she looked up, his hand moving down to her cheek. An eyelash was right above her cheek, and he swept it away with his thumb.
"Someone like me?" She asked him with an eyebrow raised, ready for him to insult her.
'Shit.' He thought. He really didn't mean to say that. Noticing his hand still resting on her cheek, he growled low in his throat and laid back down, his back towards her and hands away from her.
"Any young naïve girl like you." He grumbled. "Go to sleep, I still have three hours left." It was all a cover. She knew. He said something he shouldn't have, and tried to cover it. Was he really going to sleep for four hours? He's crazy enough to. Touching his bare shoulder, she leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. This time missing his lips. She laid there for a couple of silent minutes with her chest against his back, and the side of her head resting on his, minding the stiffness of his body.
"I wish I've seen this side of you a long time ago." She whispered in his ear, talking about the caring, helping her out when she was drunk, giving her rides back home so that she doesn't get hurt in the middle of the night Kaiba. When she kissed his cheek again, she moved away from him and on her side of the bed, not minding that he was sleeping next to her anymore. She liked his warmth. The way the bed felt heavier now. A partner, a companion. A potential as Lorena would say. She would have to wait and see how this turns out. To her it was worth it.
Meanwhile Kaiba just rolled his eyes as she sighed and feel asleep, a deep breathing indicating her as asleep.
'What the hell is going on here?' He thought.
What he's been doing, it's not something that he was taught. It made him more curious. What could be? What could become? It frustrated him night after night, sometimes leaving him restless. But now he was sleeping next to her. Feeling her move, feeling her radiating heat come off her body. When he heard her tell him about what happened at the club, it made his blood boil. The thought of 'how dare anyone do that to her' kept echoing in his mind. But after ignoring it several times, he started to stroke her hair. That glossy brown hair just seemed to call to him, thrown against the pillow like a silk cover. He wanted to touch it to feel if it was as soft as it looked. The only reason why he stopped was because of what he absentmindedly said to her. Her eyes looked at him like he knew he was thinking of just bending down and kissing her, taking her in her own bed. Especially when she kissed his cheek. Her body touching his, feeling her breasts against his back. All it took was him having the balls to turn around and hold her face once more, kissing her lips. He pictured himself kissing her neck, her lips, anywhere sanity would allow him to. Roaming his hands around her body, taking what he wanted. Her holding him close, breathing in his ear heavily. Moaning, whispering his name to the cold air. It was unbearable. The whole situation. Since when did he feel anything sexual for her? It ached within him, the sexual tension. He knew she wouldn't be his first, being a CEO of a multibillion dollar corporation did have it quirks. It was the desire to have a woman in his arms that made him think in such a way. God help him he was man. And a man had needs as far as he was concerned.
'Would he be her first?' He thought as morning light seeped through her window. 'Probably. It would come as a great shock if he wasn't her first.' If she was still pure, then she would be marriage material. Not for him, but for some other man. A woman that was dependable, pure, and was smart; it was all appealing, not to mention her beautiful face and figure. A groan from behind him made him look back at her. There she was lying on her back, her perky breasts underneath a flimsy white shirt calling to be touched. Her hands where on the side her head, with a smile on her face. The covers were now down to her stomach, a strip of skin showing.
'She had a bellybutton ring.' He thought. Why didn't he notice it before? After catching a glimpse of the clock, he too laid on his back. 'Only two and a half more hours.' He thought, knowing he probably wouldn't be able to go to sleep, but not wanting to get up from the bed just yet.
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I would have had the last three chapters out sooner, but this one was giving me problems. So I had to try different times to deal with this chapter. So if it seems like different attitudes at different parts it's probably because I added or deleted something. I didn't want Kaiba to be overly nice, so that's why I made him a bit of an asshole this chapter. I dunno.. I think this chapter kind of sucks. I just didn't know what to do with it… Review and tell me if it's fine… please??