Fulfilling Her End Of The Bargain

Sleep should have come easy for Elena seeing how she was on one of the softest beds she has ever had the pleasure of laying on, but when she remembered she had to go to work the next day, be an assistant to Elijah and keep everything that happened with Alia to Alia, it made a shiver run down her spine because she was sure she wouldn’t be able to look him in the eye and not remember how his mouth on her had felt, or the thrust of his hips against her thighs.

She closed her eyes and muttered a low curse feeling herself getting wet from the thoughts. Going to work is going to be hard, was the last thought she had before deciding to get up and take the mask off, she might have slept with it on when she was drunk but now awake, it was going to be impossible and she knew it.

Standing in the middle of the room trying hard not to remember the last few hours or think of the reason he changed his mind, Elena took off the mask followed by the wig that made the masked angel, letting her brunette locks free, the hair dresser already had it in braids and she didn’t bother talking it out knowing she would have to put the wig back on before she leaves.

The whole apartment was deadly silent but that didn’t stop her from walking to the door and cross checking before closing it and putting the lock in place, she wasn’t in for any mishaps.

Now with a much calmer mind and clearer head, she got back into the bed not bothering to put anything on. She got under the covers and forced her eyes closed. She stayed like that for thirty minutes or more only tossing and turning but still couldn’t sleep so she peeked at the clock and saw it was past three in the morning.

“No use sleeping,” she would wait for four or five then leave, meeting with Elijah in the morning was not part of her plans and she had to go back to the club to get her things before going home, she can’t be late to work either.

Work. The thought left her with dread but she silenced her worries instead planned her day.

At least she was done with the club, she only had to get her things and settle with Sam. It feels like a weight was lifted off her shoulder whenever she remembers she wouldn’t have to be seeing the asshole every day.

Melanie of course had been right about him and she should have listened to her, getting involved with him was a mistake though it looked like a solution at the time. In a nutshell she was glad to be over and done with him.

She stayed in the bed for one more hour and when it was a few minutes to five, she put on the brown wig and the mask back on, if the silence in the whole apartment meant anything then Elijah was sleeping. The thought almost made her laugh because she used to think he wasn’t human, he rarely slept but on the chance that he wasn’t actually sleeping—she was honestly expecting that, she didn’t want any surprises. She put the mask back on and wrestled into the damned red dress.

The heels she had to wear made a feeling of dread settle in her lower stomach, she pushed it away and opened the door as silently as she could and walked out of the room, she tiptoed to the living room, surprised she remembered the way and felt around for her shoes. She was grateful for the floor to ceiling glass window because it made the lights from street reflect to the room and she was able to find her heels without making much noise, she held it in her hand telling herself it wouldn’t be the first time a lady with a mask was seen walking with her shoes in her hand in the early morning. Walk of shame is quite alright. Definitely better than facing her boss.

She took the elevator again and let out a sigh of relief when the car started moving down, there weren’t much people in the hallways, just cleaners and that was how it was until she got to the gate of the hotel, there was a cab there much to her luck, she gave the clubs address and got in.

“Wow, you look like a hot mess,” she groaned, keeping her shoes on the counter when one of the bartenders she was friendly with saw her.

“Rough night?” she almost laughed.

“I hate Sam,” she muttered, laying her head on the cold counter of the bar, hating herself for not sleeping.

“I’m glad to hear what you think of me,” the person replied, his voice entirely too cheery for five in the morning. She didn’t think she would find him so early, mostly it was the cleaning crew and Axel, the bartender who lived in the little room on the last floor.

“What are you doing here so early?” she mumbled, fighting the urge to bite her lips to stop from cursing him. He waved at Axel, meaning for him to excuse them before stretching his hand out for her to take, she chuckled mirthlessly before turning.

“Okay, we need to talk.”

“I believe we’re talking right now,” she didn’t give him room to reply before adding. “I’ll come in later so we can talk about the deal, now I need to get my things and get ready for work.”

“Good thing you brought it up, the deal is off.” Her mouth hung open in shock. She waited for him to tell her he was joking but from the serious look on his face she knew, she just knew but she didn’t want to accept.

“You can’t do that!” she yelled without thinking. Sam shrugged and stepped closer, so close she could smell the stale bear on him. She fought the urge to gag.

“I can do that, when you came in here begging for my help, I gave it and you agreed to do whatever I wanted. Now I want you to stay and you are going to stay.” She opened her mouth to reply and maybe curse his entire generation. No words left her lips when he added the worst thing he could have in that situation and she was left gaping.

“Either that or I call them back, they still want your head and you know it.”