Chapter 6: How He Became More Than Just My Boss.
Ally was in the club, and the music was bouncing off the walls. She didn't even know why she had agreed to come. She hated it when her neighbour played music so loudly, why did she think she could cope with it in a club, packed with people.
Ally was sat on a stool at the bar. She was sipping on her beer, which Elliot had brought her. She could see Elliot talking to some other girls, and dancing with them. You'd think Ally would be jealous, but she was sure he flirted with a lot girls, and it didn't bother Ally that much.
What bothered her a lot was Austin Moon.
NO! No, do not think about him!
Ally saw Trish was sat in one of the booths talking to some guy. She flashed Ally a smile, and she returned it. Maybe being here wasn't right. She'd much rather be curled up in bed.
Ally had cried all the way home, and she cried even more when she felt like someone was following her again. Austin had given her his number to call him if anything happened, but she wasn't going to call him. She refused too.
A shiver rushed down her spine, and she looked around the club. Her eyes landed on a man standing along the far wall. He was drinking a beer, and staring right at her. Ally looked away quickly, and her mind began to run with a million things. Her chest began to heave for air, and she knew she was nearing a panic attack.
I need to get out of here.
Ally grabbed her purse, and she hurried over to the exit. She stepped outside, and breathed in the cold night air. She rested her hand against the brick wall, and she sighed. She began to walk down the street, and she could hear the second pair of footsteps behind her.
She just wanted to drop to the floor and cry her eyes out.
I've had enough!
She looked over her shoulder, and she saw the man from the bar, walking a far distance behind her. She walked, and waited for the right moment. She could see the corner of the street, and she patiently waited.
When Ally rounded the corner, and she disappeared from his sight. She took off running. Her grip was tight around her purse, and she didn't look back. The streetlights were dim, and some were flickering on and off. She could hear fast footsteps behind her, and she let out a sob, but she didn't stop running.
I just want to go home.
She ran onto the next street, and she swore she'd never ran that fast in her life, especially in a pair of heels.
Suddenly, an arm wrapped around her waist, and she was dragged into the nearby alleyway. She went to scream, but a hand smacked over her mouth, and she was slammed up against the brick wall behind the dumpster.
Your kidding me!
She stared into Austin's dark gaze. She quickly diverted her gaze to the entrance of the alleyway, and she saw the man run past, not evening thinking to look in the alleyway. Ally looked back at him, and his hand slowly fell away from her mouth.
Ally was panting for air, and her knees felt weak. Her head was throbbing and her throat was sore. Austin's eyes were burning into her face, and she let out an exhausted scream, and pushed him away from her.
She walked around the dumpster, and reached up to touch the back of her head. She brought her hand away to see there was blood on her fingers. She really must have hit her head hard against the wall, well more like Austin had.
"Ally-"
"Just leave me alone," She sighed, and she stumbled forward, a wave of dizziness washing over her. She collapsed to the floor, and a frustrated cry escaped her lips, and she threw her purse against the cold ground.
Austin crouched down next to her, and he reached out to touch her shoulder, but she recoiled from his touch.
"Let me help you," He whispered.
"Why would you want to help a low life piece of scum like me," She mumbled.
"Ally, I didn't mean it."
"Yes you did," She sighed, and Austin placed his hand on her shoulder. "Don't touch me..."
"Let me have a look at your head," He said, and Ally hissed when he touched the gash there.
"It was your fault," She grumbled.
"I know, I'm sorry," He whispered, and she sniffled, looking at him.
"What are you doing here?" She asked, and Austin grabbed her purse. He pulled out her phone, and took off the back. She saw something red flashing there, and her eyes widened. "YOU WERE TRACKING ME!" She snatched her purse from him, and she hit him with it.
"Someone said you were going to die. I was doing the nice thing of keeping an eye on you," He explained, and she scoffed.
"I just want to go home," She sighed, and she tried to get to her feet, but she couldn't. "I'm tired."
"Okay," He hooked his arm under her knees, and wrapped his arm around her waist. He stood up and Ally's head fell against his shoulder.
Ally couldn't be bothered to fight at the moment, even though she actually wanted to be punching him. She just felt exhausted, and the wound on her head was making her feel sleepy. Her eyes felt heavy, and she began to close them.
"Ally, I need you to keep your eyes open," Austin spoke firmly.
"I'm tired," She yawned.
"Ally," He said more sternly, but it was too late. Her eyes fell firmly shut and she went limp in his arms.
...
Ally groaned. Her head pounding. She kept her eyes close, but rolled around on her bed. She felt like she was in heaven. Her bed was so soft, she was sinking into it, surrounded by the warmth of blankets. It was so quiet, and she snuggled further into her pillow.
Wait a minute!
Ally shot up, crying out as her head throbbed in pain. She looked around the room she was in, and her breath caught in the back of her throat. She was lying on a fourposter bed, curtains hung at each of the four posts, pure white silk. She was lying in a heavenly white bundle of soft blankets, and pillows. The walls were a cream color and most of the furniture was a gold color. There was a huge glass door, which led out onto a balcony. She glanced over at the oak double doors on the other side of the room. She pushed the blankets off her, immediately missing the warmth they had given her. She winced in pain as she got to her feet, but she walked over to the door, and opened it slowly.
She came out into a hallway, opposite her was another oak door, but she looked down the hallway, and her jaw dropped. She walked on out into the open planned place. It was open planned like her apartment, but this space was ten times the size of hers, it made her apartment look like the size of an ant.
The kitchen was on her right. It was silver and white, and there was an island in the middle. There was a double door refrigerator, with one of them water and ice dispensers. Ally looked to her left, and there wasn't technically a left wall, it was just ceiling to floor windows, which overlooked a view of the busy city. There was a white u-shaped couch, and a glass coffee table, resting on a grey rug. There was a massive plasma television, that was ten times the size of her small box television. In the far left corner was a long dinner table, which had all matching chairs, all lined with extravagant patterns. In the far right corner, there was a bar, and a piano.
Ally closed her mouth, and she just stood there in shock. A door shut from down the hallway, and Ally turned around, and saw it was Austin.
"Good, your up," He said, and Ally glanced at the clock on the wall, and saw it was 5 o'clock in the morning. She reached up and touch the back of her head. "I stitched the back of your head up."
"Oh, thank you," She whispered.
"You look pale," He walked up to her, and guided her to the couch. She sat down, and when she didn't feel any springs digging into her, she sunk into it. "I'll get you some painkillers."
He walked over to the kitchen and Ally stared at the massive black screen in front of her. She couldn't believe she was in Austin's apartment. She was still mad at him. He really upset her. Austin appeared in front of her with a glass of water and some painkillers. Ally put the painkillers in her mouth and swallowed them with water.
"Ally, about what I said-"
"Why did you say it? Out of all the things you could've said, you just called me what I already think I am," She explained.
"Ally, you're not that...I don't know why I said it, I was just angry," He said, and he sat down next to her.
"Why were you angry?"
"I...just...that Elliot kid-"
"Is a good person. He's one of the few people that haven't judged me or said anything horrible to me. When he came to my apartment, he just walked straight in and sat on my couch. He didn't even look at what kind of condition it was in, he just sat there and we ordered pizza, then watched TV. I didn't have sex with him...I didn't...then you came into my apartment, and the first thing you did was look around the place in disgust," She sighed, and looked at him to see he was staring at her intensely.
"I wasn't looking around in disgust," He replied, never breaking eye contact with her.
"It sure looked like it," She whispered.
"Honestly...I was actually looking at things I could fix...I just want to help you, make your life easier."
"You don't have to do that," She stared contently into his eyes.
"I want to help you," His voice was low, and rough. "You deserve to have someone take care of you for once."
"I do?"
"Yeah, you do," He reached out and cupped the side of her face. Ally's eyes widened, slightly. She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He glanced down at her lips, and Ally swallowed the lump in the back of her throat.
Is he going to kiss me? The guy that called me a piece of scum...
But, Ally didn't make a move to stop him. He got closer, and closer, until she could feel his hot breath against her lips. She felt paralyzed. His lips were so close to hers, and if she moved forward just an inch there lips would be connected.
RING RING RING.
Ally jumped backwards away from him, and Austin got to his feet, and picked up his phone. Ally suddenly began to gasp for air, and she wanted to disappear.
He's my boss!
Ally groaned, and she buried her face into her hands. She rubbed her eyes, then glanced over at the table, and saw her purse and phone. She got to her feet, and picked them up. She needed a shower, and she needed to get home.
Ally walked over to the door, and she saw her heels were there. She slipped them on, and grabbed the door handle.
"Where are you going?" Austin asked, hanging up his phone.
"I need to go home," She whispered. "I'll see you at the office," She opened the door, and left.
...
"Where the hell did you go last night?" Trish barged into the waiting room, and Ally looked away from her computer.
"I had to go," Ally replied, taking a sip of her coffee.
"It would have been nice for you to tell me. Elliot and I were looking everywhere for you," Trish explained.
"I'm sorry. I just wasn't really up for being at the club," Ally said.
"Have you spoken to him?" Trish pointed at Austin's office door, and Ally gulped.
"Kind of," She lied. "I went to give him his coffee, but that bitch Cassidy took it from me again."
"You really don't like her, do you?" Trish laughed.
"It's not that...she just needs to stick to her job in the workroom," Ally explained. "I'm his personal assistant."
"I think your jealous," Trish raised an eyebrow at her, and Ally shook her head.
"I'm not jealous."
"That's something a jealous person would say," Trish smirked, and Ally rolled her eyes.
"I'm not!" She said, harshly.
"Okay, whatever you say," Trish held her hands up in defense, then left.
Ally sighed and she rested her forehead against her desk. Why can't I stop thinking about him!? Get out of my head, get out of my head! Ally banged her forehead against the desk, then groaned in pain. Maybe, I should just push him away? This isn't healthy for me, or for him...okay...maybe I'm overreacting...or maybe not. I don't want to make him deal with my problems. Her phone buzzed, vibrating the wooden desk. Ally reached out, and she saw it was the unknown number. It was a picture message. She felt bile rise in the back of her throat, and with a shaky hand she opened it up.
It was a picture of her. She was standing by her table, in an oversized shirt, and her panties. Someone had taken it from one of the buildings across the street.
Ally sat up straight. She stared at Austin's office door, maybe I shouldn't bother him. She ignored her inner voice, and she got to her feet. She knocked on his door, then stepped inside. He was on the edge of his desk, reading a file. He looked up and his eyes widened slightly. She walked up to him, and handed him her phone. He took it from her and stared down at the picture.
"I don't know what to do," She whispered, and he sighed. "Sir, I'm sorry for bothering," She grabbed her phone from his hand, but he grabbed her wrist.
"You're not bothering me," His eyes burned into her face.
"Sir, I feel like things are getting complicated...you're my boss, you're just my boss and I don't think I should be loading my problems off on you. I'm pretty sure your life is already hectic, and you don't need me adding to it. Thank you for helping me out, but I think I'm just going to go to the police, and let them sort this out..."
"Ally-"
"Is there anything else I can get you, sir?" She asked, and he just gaped at her. "Okay, well I need to go down to the archives. Buzz me if you need anything, sir."
Ally walked out of his office, and she grabbed her keycard from her desk. She walked out into the workroom, and headed over to the elevator. She pressed the button for the ground floor, and she crossed her arms. She kept her eyes glued to the ground.
Don't think about it. Don't think about it.
Ally began to hum to herself, trying to distract her mind. The doors opened in front of her and she stepped out into the large reception. She walked behind the reception desk, and scanned her keycard. The door unlocked, and she pushed it open. She walked down the corridor, and she saw the elevator at the end of the hallway. It was small, and rusty, and it would take her into the archives. She pressed the button, and the doors jiggled open. She stepped inside the small space, and pressed the button on the panel.
The elevator started to go down, and she tapped her foot against the floor. Suddenly, the elevator shook, and it started to go back up. Ally furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, and the elevator reached the top, and the doors opened.
Her eyes widened. Austin. He stepped inside, and pressed the button on the panel. The doors closed behind him, then he pressed the stop button. The elevator shook slightly as it came to a halt, and Ally swallowed the lump in the back of her throat.
"Sir-"
"Don't call me that," He growled, then he closed the space between them. Ally went to open her mouth to say something, but he crashed his lips against hers. Her eyes widened, and he rested his hands on the side of her neck, his thumbs brushing against her cheeks. Ally's eyes fluttered close, and she let herself become intoxicated by his lips.
He walked her backwards, until her back hit the wall. She squeaked against his lips, and he easily slipped his tongue into her mouth. His tongue brushed against hers and Ally groaned in response. Her keycard fell from her hand, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing their bodies closer together.
He pulled his lips away from hers, and their lips were red, both of them were panting for air. Ally let her arms fall from his neck, and her gaze fell to the floor. He grabbed her chin, and he guided her to look at him again. There was a small smirk on his face, and he leaned back down, kissing her softly on the lips.
"Don't say I'm just your boss, ever again."
AN: Hi! Thank you guys so much for your support, and for getting this story over a 100 reviews in just five chapters :) I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, and I hope you guys review it. The next chapter is going to be exciting as Austin asks Ally for a favour :)
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