I woke up in my bed the next morning with a pounding headache. I rolled out of bed to get some coffee. The memory of last night was very fresh in my mind and I felt no better about it this morning, even though I had hope that I would get over it.

I was very much not over it. So much not over it, that I elected to leave Alex on the street last night, and spent no time trying to convince the photographers that he did not, in fact, just hit a woman. The press had a field day, and every gossip site I knew was covering the Alex Gaskarth meltdown on South Broadway.

Maybe some apologies are better left unsaid, I mused, hopping into the shower. I hopped out and started fixing my hair and makeup. I finished pretty quickly and sauntered over to the couch, relieved to have a day off of work, but also dreading the day ahead of me. I was always so busy, so a free night didn't really sit well in my head.

My phone went off and I saw Alex was calling me. Not in the mood to play games, I picked up.

"Yes?" I growled.

"We gotta talk." He answered, sounding ashamed. "I really didn't see you, I promise. Sometimes my fists take over and I lose my cool. I hate that about myself. Please don't hold this against me. The press has already labeled me as a dick. Please tell me you don't believe that." He paused, waiting for my reply. When none came, he said, "I'm really fucking sorry, dude. Really." He sighed and added, "Are you busy today?"

"No, I'm not." I answered truthfully. "I kind of don't have a life, remember?"

"Ah, yes, the studious type, as always. What kind of soul-sucking job have you gotten yourself into now?" he taunted. His old self was starting to show and I was reminded of why I found him to be such an asshole back in the day

"What right do you have to be talking to me like this? You're so fucked up." I spat, the mental image of him from last night strong in my brain.

I pulled the phone away from my face to end the call.

"Don't hang up."

I looked around, but the voice wasn't coming from the phone. Alex was standing in my doorway, hands now sheepishly in his pockets. "I wanted to apologize."

"Well, don't." I squinted my eyes at him and crossed my arms. "If you ever want to be forgiven, you're going to have to show me you're sorry." I figured the threat of him having to get off his ass and take action would be enough to scare him off. Much to my dismay, it wasn't, and he retorted in typical Alex fashion.

Alex took a step forward and winked. "I can show you a thing or two." Not one to fall for his boyish charm, I had already decided he lost this round.

"I'm sure you can." I smiled. "Bedroom. Now."

Alex's face lit up and he was practically bouncing out of his skin walking to the bedroom. I internally laughed at his eager side. He really is a cutie, despite his bad boy image and incontrollable bouts of anger. And in that moment, I almost forgave him. Almost. I followed behind him and paused before entering.

I stepped through the doorway and was greeted by Alex, who was attempting to lay sexily on the bed. I turned so my back faced him and slowly bent over to pick up a thong on the floor.

"Bend and snap it, baby," moaned Alex, clearly starting to get aroused. I tossed the thong into the laundry basket.

Alex had his eyes all over my body, and I had to take this a step further, solely for my ego. I lifted my shirt over my head and tossed it into the basket as well.

"Close your eyes." I whispered, walking towards him. He squeezed his eyes shut and held out his hands, as if they were anticipating my body.

I dropped the laundry basket into his waiting hands. "If you're really sorry, you're going to prove it. I need these washed and pressed… can you do that for me by noon tomorrow?"

His sly expression disappeared from his face as he stared at the clothes in disbelief.

"You… you just… you…" he couldn't form a coherent sentence and it took all I had to not burst into laughter.

I threw another t-shirt on and giggled sexily.

"Whoa, what's going on?" I asked, trying to sound innocent. "Were you expecting something else?"

He paused, and stood up, holding the clothes. "Nope. Not at all. I'm going to go take care of this now." He mumbled, exiting the room.