A/N: Hey, so I don't really have much to say relating to this story...but you should follow me on tumblr (if you have one, the link to it is on my profile) and leave reviews to make me smile. Sasuke may seem a little ooc this chapter, but it's part of the story development.

Seven days have passed since the awkward trip to the spa. And who knew that things could change so much in just one week? Somehow, my perverted grandfather helped me get my job back, Itachi and I were slowly growing closer to each other, and apparently, Sasuke was going to be living with him for the rest of the summer.

"Why are you letting that jerk live with you?"

He shrugged, and I only narrowed my eyes in suspicion.

"Why not?"

There has to be more to this.

"But then how are we going to-"

I couldn't even finish the sentence, I was too furious, and felt a little betrayed. Even though I know I shouldn't be, I'd been...fooling around with Itachi. The way he made me feel at the spa had me addicted. I'd never felt the need to be this sexual active in a while.

"Worried that he'll walk in when I'm going down on you?"

The question was a little too blunt for me, and I could feel the heat rising to my face.

"That's what you're afraid of, right?"

"Yes", I snap at him.

"Trust me, he doesn't care who I screw around with"

He wraps his hands around my waist and looks down at me. "He really doesn't"

"But he does!", I correct him. "He told me himself!"

Shit...should I have really told him that?

"He told you?"

"Yeah", I say with disappointment. "He told me to stay away from...you"

His hands move up in down my waist in a soothing way that makes me feel wanted.

"Is he your older brother?"

I give him a confused look.

"Is he your older brother?", he repeats.

I shake my head in response.

"Is he your daddy?"

My eyes widened and I shook my head even faster.

"Then you don't have to listen to him, right?", he whispers in my ear.

"Yeah, I guess", I grumble. "But still, I feel like he'd hurt me if he saw us togeth-"

Soft, full lips press against mine to shut me up.

"He's not going to hurt you as long as I'm around", he says before pushing me onto the bed. "Your shift is going to end soon. Might as well give you what you've been waiting for"

It's how it always went. Whenever he wanted a hook up he'd call for room service until I came, which eventually I did. And then we'd screw around until we were satisfied...I haven't gone all the way with him though. I don't know when I'll be ready to. Or if I even want to, for that matter.

With determination in his eyes he tugged off my work pants, but my work shirt stayed on. He thinks I look fuckable in my uniform, so my shirt never left my body whenever we did things like this.

"Someone's needy", he says when he notices my hard on.

"You're not any better"

It was true. He'd had a boner the minute I walked in the room, and when he dropped his pants and his boxers, I couldn't help but smile.

"The things I want to do to you", he says after licking his lips. "I want to be inside you so badly that it hurts my throbbing erection just thinking about it"

I'd never heard Itachi sound so lustful, and as much as it turned me on, it frightened me too. He would never do anything to hurt me, right?

He reaches for my member and slowly begins to stroke it, putting his tongue in my mouth and fondling my sac with his other hand. Unexpectedly, I release embarrassingly fast.

"Wow", Itachi says with a stoic look on his face.

I cover my face up with embarrassment. "That wasn't supposed to happen"

There's a knock on the door and I could see the smallest bit of fear in his eyes.

"Shit", he hisses.

"Who's at the door?", I whisper nervously.

"Don't worry about it. Just get dressed", he orders.

"But-"

"And do it quickly", he says as he grabs his pants and starts putting a long, pale leg through the hole.

I did as I was told, and when Itachi and I were both dressed, he opened the door.

"You're earlier than I expected", Itachi says with a friendly smile.

"Yeah...I hope that's okay with you", the man says as he walks in.

Sasuke.

When he makes eye contact with me, I get a guilty feeling in my stomach. I wonder if he still thinks of me.

"Thanks for your services, Naruto", Itachi says without looking at me.

I nod my head and exit the room, but when I walk past Sasuke, he says something that makes my heart stop.

"You've got a little bit of cum on your shirt"

I look down and see a white stain on the bottom of my uniform, and brush it off quickly before rushing out of the room. Did this really happen? Did he really just catch me with cum on my shirt?

"You've been doing what?!"

I hadn't told anyone what I'd been doing with Itachi. As accepting as my friends were, I was extremely hesitant about telling them everything that has been going on.

"I told you not to freak out", I hiss at him.

"How could I not freak out?!", Kiba shouts. "You're-"

He pauses to lower his voice. "You're fucking a thirty-one year old man", he hisses. "That's the most scandalous thing I've heard all year"

"You must not hear a lot of gossip then", I grumble. "I know it's shocking, but it's not like I'm planning on marrying him"

"Yeah, but still", he says quietly. "He's thirty one years old...my step father is thirty one years old"

Okay, now that just made me feel weird about this whole thing.

"There's a fifteen year age difference", he states dryly.

"I know"

"Hinata's younger sister is fift-"

"Okay, I get it!", I snap. "It's a big age gap, but...he makes me feel a way that know one can ever make me feel"

"Honestly dude, go to church", he says boredly.

"Don't bring god into this", I snap. "I need some real advice right now"

"Of all the people you could've called", he says with a clear tiredness in his voice. "You call me?"

"Cause I've known you forever"

"Yeah...you're right about that"

There's a long silence before he speaks again.

"But I'm pretty sure Sakura would give you better advice. I don't know what to tell you"

"Well, at least you pretended to care", I say dryly.

"But what I don't understand", he begins. "Is why Sasuke...that's his name, right?"

"Yeah"

"Yeah, that guy", he says coldly. "Why is he so...stuck on you?"

"What do you mean?"

"He told you to stay away from his brother, but it sounds like he's doing it out of jealousy. I mean, if Itachi wanted to rape you, he would've done it by now"

"That's true"

"So why else would he tell you to stay away from him...it's like he still wants you but doesn't want you...if that makes sense"

"No", I assure him. "It does make sense"

I him yawn, which makes me yawn. Man, it's getting late.

"I think it's time I went to bed...it's almost one in the morning and I have to go into work early tomorrow", Kiba grumbles.

"Yeah, I think it's time I went to bed too", I say with a smile. "Night Kib's"

"Talk to you later, bro...and congrats on becoming twelve-thousand dollars richer. Don't spend that money on something stupid"

"Thanks, I'll try not to", I say before chuckling a bit.

I hit end and throw my phone onto my bed. My life has never been this out of control.

The craziest point in my life had to be when my grandfather struggled to pay the bills. There were days when we didn't have electricity and days when there wasn't enough food to eat. My grades started to drop, and I started getting into trouble more...I almost got expelled...and I almost had to leave all my friends in Malibu to live somewhere cheaper. It was a very unhappy period in my life. Thank god I got through it.

"I wish there was someone who could just give me really good advice", I say quietly as I look out the window. The view from this floor never gets old.

A knock on the door causes me to wince. It's Sasuke. I know it's Sasuke. The knocking becomes more urgent, almost demanding.

I have to say something.

"Go away. It's past midnight", I snap.

The knocking stops, but then picks up again. It's like an angry police officer is banging on my door. Fuck. What's wrong with him?!

I open the door, and as I expected, I saw an angry, irritated Uchiha. This is not what I want to put up with right now.

Having the very small amount of patience he typically had, he barged in, causing me to jerk back.

"You", he says coldly as he points his finger in my face.

I could smell the alcohol on him, and it made me wonder what kind of state he was in. Is he drunk?

"I thought I warned you once about him"

"You can't control me", I snap at him. "You're not my father"

He snorts. "I feel sorry for the man that is"

Words usually didn't wound me. I've been insulted and disrespected many times before in my life, but nothing was as cruel and as fucked up as what he'd just said.

"I don't have a father", I choke out. "You ass!"

"Oh", he says with a smug smirk. "So you clearly have daddy issues"

I clench my jaw and ball up my fist. "Get out of my suite", I hiss.

"So your grandfather takes care of you, right?"

The question was one I didn't want to reply to. Not because I was mad, but because the answer made me mad.

"That's none of your business", I say harshly. "Leave"

"Where is he anyways?", he asks before walking around the room. "He either really trusts you to be alone in a hotel in a city you're not familiar with, or he doesn't really care much about what you do while he's out getting drunk and having sex with younger girls"

"I don't want to have to tell you again", I raise my voice. "Get out!"

"I bet he's been gone like this every night since you've gotten here", he claims. "He's almost famous at this point, and I can tell he's very accomplished. After all, getting drunk and partying is what wealthy people do...and it causes them to forget about the people they're supposed to care for...and it's only a matter of time before he forgets about you"

I charge towards him with rage and humiliation running through my blood. My fist connects with his stomach, and he falls to the floor.

"I understand your pain...I really do", he says boldly. "I didn't have a father growing up either...he was always at work and rarely ever came home"

I was ready to punch him again, but something in my head told me to listen to him.

"And he cheated on my mother...well...cheats on my mother", he says with a drunken smile that hid his sorrow. "But I stayed out of trouble and promised myself I'd be a better man than he was...I promised myself that when I had children, I'd be there for them as much as possible"

My facial expression softens. Is this really why he came in here?

"But I'm getting old, and with my job and everything...children are just out of the question", he says before frowning. "But then I met you...and...I...automatically felt like I had to protect you...like a father"

"Sasuke", I say softly. "Please leave"

"I can't stand the fact that you're sleeping with my brother", he hisses. "He doesn't love you...he's using you!"

"We're using each other", I correct him.

"Oh, even better!", he says as he waves his hands in the air like a maniac.

"Why do you care so much!", I snap at him. "Why does it matter to you if you rejected me?!"

"Because I've cared about you from our first date! I felt something! I actually felt something and that rarely ever happens!"

I use my fingers to rub my temples. "But there's nothing you can do...what's going on between Itachi and I...doesn't involve you, and I want you to leave so I can go to sleep"

The hurt in his face kills me inside, and I watch him slowly get to his feet.

"Fine", he says coldly. "If this is how it ends...it's how it ends"

My eyes follow him as he leaves the room, slamming the door shut with a force that probably woke up the entire hotel.

Oh god...What have I gotten myself into?