#plus the way he talks about Aston really warms my heart

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Fernando talking about his relationship with Aston Martin and Lawrence Stroll 💚

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Sweet & Hot

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Pairing: Stripper!Ashton/Aston x Bartender!Reader/Nyx

Words: 8900+

Author's Note: IT'S FINALLY HERE GUYS! It's been quite a while since I first started this. I am proud of this. This is probably my favorite fic ever. Also, the misspelling of Ashton's name is intentional. His stripper name is Aston and Cal's is Valentino. I hope you enjoy xox

ALSO, THIS IS THE LONGEST FIC I’VE EVER WRITTEN. I’M SORRY, BUT NOT REALLY

ANOTHER THING. TRIGGER WARNING FOR THOSE WHO’VE EXPERIENCED ANY KIND OF ABUSE. 

I was rinsing off one of margarita glasses as my eyes were glued to the beautiful man who was dancing on stage. I subconsciously bring my bottom lip between my teeth, biting a bit roughly as Aston's large hand wraps around the pole. The smirk on his pink lips was too much to handle as his hazel eyes were looking down at the two girls in front of him.

"You're staring again, Nyx," Valentino, also known as one of my best friends, Calum. "You make it really obvious that you've got a thing for him."

A scoff leaves my lips and I roll my eyes, setting the rinsed off margarita glass onto the drying mat. "Val, I've got no idea what you're talking about. I'm looking at Romeo," I try to lie and he snorts.

"That'd be believable is he was actually on stage," Valentino chuckles and my cheeks warm up in embarrassment, not realizing Aston was the only dancer on stage.

"Shut up," I huff, going back to washing the dishes.

"I can get you a private dance if you want? He is my best friend after all," Val states and my head shoots up, looking at the blue-haired man with wide eyes.

I start shaking my head, stuttering on my words. "N-No, no, no, Val, don't even think about it," I tell him and Valentino licks his lips, shaking his head.

"Oh c'mon. Live a little! It'll be fun," he tries to convince me and I shake my head.

"No. I swear to god, Val, if you do anything of the sorts I'll kick your ass," I mumble and he lets out a laugh while putting his hands up in surrender.

The club was dying down as it was near closing time. I watch as Aston waves to the girls while he walked towards the red curtains as the woman dancers start to file out. A few groups of men walk into the club, making their way towards the stage when a familiar face headed straight towards the bar.

"Cal," his real name slips from my lips as the blue-haired man looks towards me, seeing the scared look on my face.

"What? What's wrong?" He asks in a panic and looks in the direction I was looking. "Fuck, okay, go take a break in the back. I'll cover you."

Valentino came around the bar, resting a hand on my lower back as he ushers a bouncer towards us. The burly man walks towards us and I watch Val whisper into his ear before pointing towards my ex-boyfriend, Dustin.

"C'mon, miss," the bouncer states and I nod my head, looking back at Valentino.

"Thank you," I mouth as the guy escorts me back towards the dressing rooms and luckily Dustin didn't notice me.

I let out a breath of relief as I close the door to the back, leaning against it. My eyes are closed and I can feel my heart pounding against my chest. Tears are balanced on my waterline, making my vision become a bit blurry as I wipe them away before they have a chance to fall.

Breathe, Y/N, breathe.

"You okay?" A voice asks and I snap out of my thoughts, looking up to see Aston standing in front of me. My breath hitches in my throat as half of his jumpsuit was still hanging off his waist, his hair-free torso staring me right in the eyes.

"U-Uh, yeah?" I question and furrow my eyebrows together. The black-haired man chuckles before gliding his long fingers through his hair.

"It's Y/N? Right?" He questions and my heart flutters surprised that he actually knew my name. I nod my head, giving him a small smile as the panic in my chest was fading.

"Yeah, and you're Ashton… right?" Ashton nods his head and I can't help but divert my gaze to his body once again. "Yo-You think you could maybe cover up?" I ask with an awkward chuckle and his hazel eyes drop to his own chest.

"Oh, yeah, I guess I can," he chuckles and moves his jumpsuit up his torso, covering his god-like body. "You sure you're alright?"

I went to answer when the door opens and the wooden structure strikes me in my back. I wince and move away from it, bumping into Ashton who grabbed ahold of my sides to keep me steady.

"Shit, sorry," Calum apologizes after poking his head in. "You okay?"

I nod my head, moving out of Ashton's grasp as I can feel his hazel eyes gazing a hole into the side of my face. "I can't go back out there," I whisper to my blue-haired friend and he nods his head, understanding while rubbing my bare arms with his hands.

"That's fine. You don't have too. I told the manager about the situation and he said that we can go for the night," Calum explains and I frown.

"You didn't have to leave early," I state and he waves his hand.

"I'm not leaving you to go back to your apartment by yourself."

Ashton clears his throat behind us and both Cal and me look over to see a very confused look on his face. "Uh, hi. I'm still here. What's going on?" He asks, glancing between the two of us.

"I-I'm sorry Ashton, but it's a bit… private and I-I can't-"

"That's alright," Ashton cuts me off, understanding that I was getting worked up about it and gives me a small smile, "you don't have to tell me. I just want to make sure you're alright."

"Alright as I can be, I guess," I tell him before glancing towards Calum. "I'm gonna get changed."

I smile softly at Ashton as I walk by him and he returns it before he brings his attention to Calum. I walk towards the locker my stuff was held in, glancing back at the two boys to see them talking closely. A sigh leaves my lips as I continue towards my locker and quickly put my combination in before grabbing my clothes, heading towards the changing area.

"You almost ready?" Cal calls out as I was tugging my jeans up my legs.

"Almost yeah!" I yell with a chuckle. I slip on my shoes before walking out of the changing stall, seeing Calum standing against the lockers as he scrolled through his phone.

He picked his head up and a small smile comes to his lips. "I told Ash he could come over for a few drinks. That alright?" He asks and the smile leaves my lips.

"You're coming over?" I question him, confused as I didn't think he'd be coming to the apartment.

Calum lets out a laugh as I put my coat on. "Oh, right, I forgot to tell you. You're staying at my place for a few days," he informs me and my lips part in surprise.

"What-Why?" I stutter and look back at him with furrowed eyebrows. "If this is about Dustin, I'll be fine. I bought new locks so he can't get in. Plus, he didn't see me."

Cal sighs and I bite my lip. "Well, that's not true," he starts and my heart drops into my stomach. "He did see you. He literally asked me when you were coming back from break because he wanted to "talk" to you."

I swallow the lump in my throat, nodding my head as I take the information in. "This is becoming all too much, Calum," I state and he nods.

"I know, babe. We're gonna go to the courthouse tomorrow and get an order of protection or something," Calum mentions as the two of us walk into the parking lot, heading towards his vehicle.

I wrap my arm around Cal's waist, leaning my head against his chest as he draped an arm over my shoulders. "You're the best, you know that?" I mention and his chest vibrates as he laughs.

"I know."

I stare at the ceiling in Calum's guest room, hearing him and Ashton talking in the living room. I gripped the blanket that covers my body, tears in my eyes as flashbacks of my relationship with Dustin are playing through my mind like a movie.

"Y/N! Get the fuck out here!" Dustin yells and I flinch from inside the bathroom, rushing towards the door to lock it. Tears streamed down my cheeks as the banging started. A cry left my lips, my heart dropping into my stomach as I pressed my back to the door. "Open the fucking door!"

"No," I barely whispered, resting my forehead against the wood. "I told you nothing happened!" I scream before backing away from the door.

I breathed heavily, staring at the door as the banging had stopped. I fumble for my phone in my pocket, going to call Calum when the window from behind me smashed. Another scream leaves my lips and I fall to the floor, shuffling away from Dustin who was currently trying to crawl through the small window.

"Come here you little bitch," he seethed and reached out for me. I quickly got up from the floor, unlocking the bathroom door before making a run for the front door.

I press the call icon on Calum's contact, pressing it to my ear. I look back at the house I'm running away from, my heart pounding in my chest as the ringing finally stopped, Cal's voice coming through.

"Hey, Y/N."

"C-Calum-" I start but cut myself off as Dustin's voice was yelling at me. I look back, seeing him closing the distance between us. "Calum, I'm in trouble. Dustin, he-"

"Where are you?!" Calum asks, cutting me off as I look around.

"I-I'm heading towards your place," I stuttered and he mumbled to himself as the asphalt starts to hurt my bare feet.

A scream leaves my lips, my phone flinging from my hands as Dustin's body slams into mine. He turns me over and I start to fight back. "Shut up," he growls and slaps me across the face. A small cry comes from my throat, tears streaming down my face as he pins my hands under his body which was straddling my hips.

"Help me!" I scream loudly and continue to thrash under his hold.

Dustin ticks, shaking his head before pressing his hands to my throat. My eyes widen and begin to panic, trying to remove my hands from under him. "I told you to shut up. You're making me do this," he seethed and began to squeeze harder. I gasped for air, kicking my feet as my heart begins to pound faster in my chest.

"Hey! Get the fuck off her!" Calum yells and my eyes begin to roll back into my head as the darkness beginning to surround me.

Suddenly his hands weren't around my throat and I take gasps of air. I move to my side, coughing loudly as I look to see Calum beating the shit out of my now ex-boyfriend.

I snap out of my thoughts, not realizing that I was holding my breath. I take deep breaths, sitting up before running my hands over my face. A knock on my door was heard and I lift my head, looking towards the bedroom door.

"Y/N?" Ashton calls out and my heart flutters. I slip out from beneath the covers, getting up from the bed and walks over to the door. I open the wooden structure, seeing Ashton standing there with a semi-worried expression. "Hey. I, uh, are you okay?" He asks for the third time tonight. At least he's caring. It's cute.

"Y-Yeah, yeah. I'm alright," I reassure him, giving him a small smile.

"You sure? I heard you breathing really heavy in there as I walked by. I just… I've never seen you in such a state as you were tonight."

A light laugh leaves my lips as the butterflies soar in my stomach, shaking my head before looking back up at him. "God, I never knew you were so observant at work," I tell him and feel my cheeks heat up.

Ashton smiles softly and leaned against the doorframe. "Well, I mean you're right in my line of sight when I'm on stage. It's kind of hard not to notice you," he laughs and I tuck my bottom lip between my teeth.

"Even with all the drooling girls around you?" I question with a tilt of my head.

"Oh, for sure. I mean, yeah some of the girls that come in are cute but you? Man," he flirts a bit and my heart starts pounding in my chest again. Is this actually happening? "You're a fucking bombshell believe it or not."

My cheeks heat up and I look away from him, his hazel eyes burning a hole right through my face. Ashton reaches a hand out to me and I involuntarily flinch, taking a step back from him. I swallowed the lump in my throat, seeing the smile dropping from his face and I sigh.

"S-Sorry, I-I can't…" I trail off and make my way past him. I ran into the living room area, passing Calum who's sitting on the couch and he perks up a bit as he watches me run by.

"Y/N, wait-" he calls out and I don't listen, grabbing my coat and shoes before leaving the house.

My breathing picked up as I sloppily put my shoes on, glancing back at the house to see Calum standing at the front door. Tears fill my eyes, blurring my vision and make my way towards the park that's nearby.

-

"So, you know how I'm getting married right?" One of my best girlfriends ask and I let out a snort.

"You don't need to remind me that you're getting married every chance you get, Jess," I laugh and shake my head.

She chuckles and shrugs her shoulders. "I'm not only reminding you but myself. I never would've thought that Luke would want to marry me," she says and I look up at her, seeing the cheesy grin on her lips as she looks at the engagement ring on her finger.

"Please. Everyone can see that he's stupidly in love with you," I tell him with a genuine smile. My eyes dart towards the stage, seeing Aston gyrating his hips as a few girls screamed. I bite my lip, sighing softly before looking back at Jess.

"You okay?" She asks and I huff, slamming my hands on the table.

"You know. I've been asked that so much yesterday that I'm just tired of hearing that question," I state and Jess frowns. I run my fingers through my hair and let out a sigh. "I'm fine, Jess, really. I think Ashton and I had a moment last night and I ruined it."

Valentino comes up to the bar, reciting out the order of drinks he had taken and I start to make them. "You gonna tell me what happened last night and where you ran off to?" He asks and my heart drops into my stomach.

"I, uh, I just went to the park that was down the street," I inform him while pouring the liquor into the glass.

"Okay. At least you didn't go to a bar or something. So, what happened? Ashton came back from the bathroom and his whole demeanor changed from before he went."

I place the shaker onto the glass, shaking it as I try to think of a way to tell him what happened between his friend and I. I clear my throat as I set the glass back onto the counter. "I was having memories of that night," I started and Val knew exactly what night I was talking about, "and during the memory, I wasn't breathing so when I came to I started coughing and breathing quite heavily. Ashton knocked on my door and basically asked me if I was okay. Then I'm pretty sure he was flirting with me?"

"Ashton? Flirting? I never thought I'd see the day," Valentino laughs and I furrow my eyebrows, wondering what he meant. "It's just… Ashton hasn't been really lucky with love so he basically gave up on it as I did."

"Well, I think he was flirting. He told me I was a fucking bombshell," I shrugged my shoulders and Val's lips parted in surprise.

I placed the finished drinks onto the tray and Val took it in his hands. "Really? Is that why you ran away?" He questions and I shake my head.

"No. I ran because when he reached forward to touch my arm I flinched away from him," I confess to him and Val's frown deepens. "You should've seen the look on his face when I did. I-I-"

"Hey, it's alright. It's gonna happen after everything you've been through. Why don't you two just hang out, as friends? I'm sure both of you would like that. He told me that he's been wanting to get to know you," Val informs me and I whisper really? Valentino lets out a laugh, nodding his head before walking away from the bar.

My eyes glance back towards the stage and my breath hitches in my throat upon seeing Aston's eyes on me. I recover quickly, giving him a small smile and he returns it. He presses a hand to the pole, waving his fingers. I chuckle at the subtle wave, bringing my hand up to give him a shy wave.

"I can genuinely see that you like this guy," Jess' voice snaps me from my gaze and I look towards her. She smiles softly at me as I toss the stainless steel glass into the soapy water. "You know you're allowed to like someone again, right?"

I nod my head slowly, clearing my throat. "I know. It's just hard right now. It's been only a couple months since I broke it off with Dustin and then he came in here yesterday. It's been rough. Plus, I was," I trail off and look around to make sure no one was around to hear me, "abused for months. It's hard to come back from that."

Jess frowns a bit, nodding her head. "That's understandable, but just know that there's gonna be guys out there that would help you through this time and he could be one of them," she tells me and I swallow the lump in my throat, glancing back towards Aston.

He laughs as the girls in front of him throw a bunch of one's on stage. I watch as he undoes the top of his jumpsuit, dropping it so it drapes past his hips. Aston starts to dance around, thrusting his hips forward slightly.

"What if he just wants to get in my pants?" I ask and Jess snorts before taking a sip of her drink. "I'm being serious. You heard Cal. He doesn't believe in love. Why would I change that for him?"

"Look, Luke and Cal have been friends with him for years. They know him better than anyone else. I'm sure if he was like that Calum would warn you about it and not have you pursue it," Jess mentions and my shoulders drop, a huff of air leaving my lips. "I gotta go, but I'll text you later about the bachelorette party alright?!"

I guess she's right. I nod my head, giving her a smile as she gets up and gathers her stuff. She gives me a wave as she walks towards the door. I wave back at her, watching as she leaves the strip club. I turn my head back towards the stage, seeing Aston standing directly in front of the bar and I jump, a short scream leaves my lips.

"Jesus Christ, Aston," I mumble and place a hand over my heart. I leaned against the counter, dropping my head a bit as a breathy chuckle leaves my lips.

Aston chuckles as well, moving to sit on the stool before clasping his hands together. "Sorry, I guess I should've said something," he says and brings his lip in between his teeth.

"What can I get you? Wait, are you done?" I ask him since company policy says you can't drink while on the clock. 

"Yeah, I am. Apparently, the guys were complaining last night that there's not enough time for the girls to be on stage, so, Barry's cut our hours a smidge," he explains and I scoff a bit, rolling my eyes.

"Of course they would. It'd be better if both genders were on stage at the same time," I mumble and Aston nods his head.

"Yes! That's what I tried telling him, but he wouldn't listen."

I chuckled, nodding my head. "Yeah, Barry's like that. What can I make ya?" I ask him and splay my hands on the bar.

Aston hums, looking at the menu behind my head before his eyes glance back to me. "I'll just take a rum and coke," he smiles and I nod. I begin to make his drink, feeling his eyes on me the entire time and my body heats up from his longing stare. "What are you doing tomorrow?"

I glance up while pouring the rum into the glass, lips parted slightly. "Uh, nothing. Why?" I ask with furrowed eyebrows.

"I thought maybe we could get some coffee? Get to know each other a bit? It's kind of unfair that you're one of Cal's good friends and I barely know a thing about you," Aston explains as I pour some coke into the glass before handing it to him. He thanks me quietly, handing me a twenty and I go to get him his change when he tells me to keep it.

"I get what you're saying. I feel slightly the same way," I chuckle while putting his tip in my jar. "There's a cute little cafe that's near my place. You can meet me there?"

His hazel eyes twinkle, a large grin coming to his face. "That sounds amazing. We can just meet up for lunch?" Aston asks and I nod my head, smiling softly.

I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, something that happens constantly when I'm around him. "Can't wait."

-

Three Months Later

I stood in front of Ashton as he sits in the chair, his fingers drumming along his thighs while I try to find the glitter makeup. "Thanks for doing this, Y/N/N," he mumbled quietly and I glanced towards him to see him looking up at me, a hint of a smile on his lips.

"It's not a problem, Ash," I giggle before returning my attention to the array of makeup. "I've actually always wanted to add a bit of glitter to you."

I can hear him chuckle as I grab the glitter palette and a makeup brush. "You're adorable," Ashton whispers and my cheeks heat up a bit.

"Shut up," I giggle and bite my bottom lip, dipping the brush into the liquid glitter. I set down the glitter before hooking my finger under his chin. His hazel eyes met mine and my breath hitched in my throat at how beautiful he looked.

I swallowed thickly, tearing my eyes away from him to brush the glitter along his cheekbones. His fingers itch towards my thighs, feeling his fingertips brush against my warm skin. My heart pounds in my chest, always getting flustered when he provides little touches to my body.

It's been a little over three months since Ashton and I went to get that coffee we've been inseparable. Turns out we have quite a bit in common as well. When I told Calum that he was a really cool guy, he smirked at me before basically saying I told you so.

I move the brush away from his face, looking over my work before dipping my brush back into the glitter. "Am I gorgeous yet?" Ashton asks as his fingers glide against the back of my thighs.

A laugh leaves my lips as I look back down at him. "You're gorgeous no matter what," I tell him and his fingers squeeze my thighs. I step closer to him and Ashton sits up in his chair as he looks straight up at me.

I apply the glitter to his other cheekbone, his hazel eyes never leaving my face as I did my best to concentrate. After finishing I set the brush back down, analyzing my work. I bite my lip as I admire how great Ashton looks with glitter on his string cheekbones. His fingers glide up the back of my thighs, his fingers dipping under the black leather skirt I was wearing.

"You know this outfit is probably my favorite of yours," he mumbled. I glance down at the bright purple bralette I was wearing and the fishnet crop top that was over it.

"Yeah?" I breathed out and he nods his head.

"Absolutely. You look… ravishing."

My fingers gravitate into his hair, combing through it and his eyes fall shut, a pleasant hum coming from his lips. "Thanks, Ash. I can't begin to tell you what your goddamn jumpsuit does to me," I mumble quiet enough for him to hear and I can see the smirk forming on his lips.

"Oh, really now?" He asks and I giggle, my cheeks heating up in embarrassment as I nod my head. "That's good to know, cutie."

I shake my head, the giggles falling from my lips as someone clears their throat from behind us. I jump slightly, looking back to see Calum leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest.

"As much as I love how close you two are, there are other people that want your attention," he tells me and I scoff, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

I push myself away from Ash and his arms wrap around my waist, pulling me against his upper body. "Sorry, Cal, she's mine now," Ashton jokes and the three of us let out a laugh as I set my hands on his head.

"Well, she needs to get to the bar or some people aren't gonna be happy," Calum laughs and pushes himself off the wall. "Also, you and I are due on stage."

Ashton lets out a sigh, nodding his head before letting me go. "I'll see you guys later," I smile at them before giving a wave. They return it quickly before I walk out the door, heading over to the bar area to see one of the waitresses behind it, chatting to some older man.

"Hey, Crystal, I can take over now," I tell her and she gives me a warm smile. "Sorry, I'm late, by the way."

"Nah, that's okay, sweetie," she reassured me with a pat on my shoulder. I love to stand behind the bar when she grabs a hold of my wrist. "Oh, and there's a gentleman here who's on the brink of having way too much to drink. Be cautious love."

I nod my head, swallowing the small lump in my throat as I look around for said man she was talking about.

-

It's been a few hours into my shift as I smile at the customer in front of me while making her drink. "Have you seen Aston? Fuck he's yummy," she states with a small slur, knowing that she's feeling pretty good.

A laugh leaves my lips as my eyes move to the two men on stage, Valentino and Aston, before bringing my gaze back to her. "Oh, I know, honey. It's pretty ridiculous if I must say," I giggle and pour the mixed drink into a margarita glass before handing it to her. "That'll be six twenty-five, miss."

She gives me a ten, mumbling to keep the change and I thanked her before she heads back towards the group of girls near the stage. I placed the four dollars and seventy-five cents into the tip jar and turned around to see a gentleman in his early forties, maybe.

"Can I get another please!" He practically yells and I jump slightly, my heart pounding against my chest. I part my lips, honestly trying to figure out what he said.

"Sorry, sir, what was that?" I ask and he buffs slightly before repeating what he had said. There's a gentleman on the brink of having way too much. I suddenly remembered Crystal's words and take a slight deep breath. "Sorry, I think you've had enough," I tell him while laying my hands against the bartop.

I went to turn around when he grabs my wrist roughly. A short gasp leaves my lips and I look up at the man, fear swimming in my eyes. "I. Want. A. Drink. Now." He demanded, his speaking almost clear.

"I-I can't sell drinks to customers who are overly intoxicated. It's just my job," I try to reason with him as my heart starts to beat faster.

"I don't care if it's your job! I want a fucking drink."

My throat closes up as the panic is settling in and I begin to hyperventilate as I try to pry my wrist from his grasp. I use my other hand to press the security button under the bar, glancing to my left to see the burly man making his way towards us,

"Excuse me, sir. You need to release the woman and leave the premises. Or we're calling the police," security tells him and the man gruffs, throwing my wrist back towards me.

I stumble a bit as I hold my arm to my chest. Tears filled my vision as memories of Dustin beating me came to mind. "C-Call Crystal back over here, please," I tell the security guard before running towards the back.

I make it into the back room, thinking that no one is in here as I let out heavy breaths through my lips. I lean my back against the wall, sliding down it as I try to breathe. The door bursts open and Aston comes through, his wide hazel eyes looking down at me before he runs towards me.

"Nyx, Nyx, hey, what happened?" He asks and drops to his knees beside me.

Rapid breaths left my lips as his hands rest on my shoulders, bending his head to look at me. "C-C-Cal…" I trailed off, trying my best to catch my breath while still panicking about not being able to breathe. "I-I can't breath, Ash."

"O-Okay, I'll get Cal. Just try and take deep breaths in and release it through your nose, alright?!" He mumbles and I nod my head.

Aston rushes out of the room, looking around the area to find Valentino. He runs a hand through his sweaty hair and heads towards the private rooms, hoping he's in one of those.

"Val?!" Aston calls out and opens one of the curtains to find Valentino hovering over a client. "Val, I need you."

A scoff leaves the blue-haired man's lips and glares at Aston. "Really, dude? Can't you see I'm in the middle of something," he states and motions his head towards the girl below him.

"I understand that, but it's Nyx…" the black-haired man trails off and Val's eyes soften a bit.

He stumbles off the girl and Val apologizes to her before the two of them run back to the back room. I grip the floor, trying to do what Aston said, but it's not exactly working. Tears streamed down my cheeks when the door bursts open, Val and Aston coming into the room before closing the door behind them.

"Hey, what happened?" Val starts and kneels beside me, taking my hands into his.

"A-A guy was too intoxicated a-and asked for another drink," I start and glance between the two men. "He-He got angry when I denied his service a-and grabbed my wrist." I hold up my right wrist, already seeing a slight bruise on it.

They both frown, their eyes trained on the bruise. "Alright. I'm gonna bring you home, okay?" Val asks and I nod my head. "But, first, we need to calm your breathing."

I nod my head again, breathing in tune with Val and my eyes dart over to Aston a few times, seeing the worried look in his eyes. It's a few minutes before my breathing is back to normal. I rest my head against the wall, a deep breath coming from my lips.

"Well, that hasn't happened in a while," I mumble and Val lets out a chuckle before bringing me into a hug.

"Hopefully it's the last one," he mutters into my ear and I nod in agreement, wrapping my arms around his neck.

After I pull away from him I stand up, tucking strands of hair behind my ear. Aston took a step forward, holding his arms out as if he's asking for a hug. I giggle and wrap my arms around his neck, bringing his body closer to mine. Aston wraps his arms around my waist as he holds me tightly.

My nose gets buried in his shoulder as I look at Val who stood behind his best friend, wiggling his eyebrows at me. I roll my eyes and pull away from Aston, smiling at him softly. "I'll text you later, okay?" I mumble and he nods his head.

Val and I gather our things and walk out of the building, a heavy breath leaving my lips. "Don't distance yourself," he states as soon as we get into the car and I look over at the blue-haired man.

"I won't," I whisper and look back out the windshield, fully knowing that I'm gonna distance myself.

-

It's been a few weeks since the incident at the Pink Flamingo and I haven't left the house. My phone's been off most of the days, knowing Calum, Ashton, and Jess have probably texted and called so many times. Too many times to count.

I sit in the corner of my couch, staring at the television as it plays something I'm not even watching. A blanket wrapped around my body as I find myself biting my lip while playing the situation over and over again.

I tug the blanket tighter, shaking my head to get rid of the memories. "Fuck," I whisper to myself before placing my head into my hands.

A knock on my door snaps me from my thoughts and I pick my head up, glancing towards the white door. I furrow my eyebrows, not knowing who it could be since I haven't spoken to anyone. I unravel myself from the blanket, getting off the couch before opening the door.

Ashton stands on the other side, a somewhat angry look on his face as a small gasp leaves my lips. "A-Ash… what are you-"

"Do you have any idea how worried Cal and I have been?" He cuts me off and storms into my apartment, running a hand through his black hair.

"I mean-"

"Obviously you wouldn't because your phone's been off for days and you haven't been at work for days. For all we knew, you could've been dead!" He yells while flinging his arms everywhere. I close my mouth, pressing my lips together as I nodded my head, letting him rant. "And Cal even told you not to distance yourself and that's exactly what you're doing!"

"You don't understand," I simply state, narrowing my eyes at him a bit.

Ashton huffs, slapping his hands against his thighs. "Can't you see I'm trying to?! For God's sake. We've been friends for over three months now. I care about you, in case you couldn't see it," he explains and I cross my arms over my chest.

"You won't want me if you knew," I ended up whispering, not meaning to say it out loud and Ash steps forward, lifting my chin.

"Just cut the crap and tell me what's happening," he mumbled and looked down at me, his hazel eyes softening.

I fiddle with my fingers and let out a sigh before grabbing a hold of his hand, dragging him towards the couch. "Okay, uhm, so I used to go out with this guy named Dustin. H-He was great at first, you know? Loving and all. As our relationship prolonged he became more angry with everything, I guess. So, he would… he would beat on me," I whispered and can feel my eyes begin to sting and the tears build. Ashton frowns and I look down at my lap, playing with the fabric of my leggings. "He would beat me almost every night. This was before I got a job here. Calum was always the person I'd go to when I needed to be and feel safe. Dustin never really knew about him, so he didn't know where he lived. He almost put me in the hospital last year when he found out I had gone to a party without him. He was literally chasing me down the street and I had called Cal to help me out because I was… scared, you know? Dustin managed to catch me and choked me against the pavement. If it wasn't for Calum I probably wouldn't be alive right now."

Ashton brings his hand to my face, wiping the tears that I didn't notice had started falling. I swallowed the lump in my throat, staring into his hazel eyes as he sighed softly. "I'm sorry. I-"

"You remember the first time you spoke to me? You asked me if I was alright?" I cut him off, speaking quietly and he closes his mouth, nodding his head yes. "Dustin was there that night. That's why I was the way I am. That night when you heard me breathing heavily. I had flashbacks to what happened last year."

I watched his Adam's apple bob in his throat, his hands moving to mine before he speaks up. "Honestly, I didn't expect this. I'm sorry I made you come out and say it," he mumbles and I shake my head.

"It's alright. You needed to know at some point. I just… it's easy for me to distance myself. Calum and Jess are the only other people that know. You mean a lot to me so it was about time you knew," I reassure him and he nods his head, a small smile coming to his lips.

"He… he hasn't gotten contact with you, has he?" Ashton asks and I shake my head, relieved that he hasn't.

"No. Calum and I went to the courthouse the day after he went to the club to get an order of protection."

"Good, good," Ash mumbles while nodding his head, the man's thumb rubbing against the back of my hand.

Butterflies begin to soar in my stomach as he brings a hand back up to my face, his fingers grazed my cheek. "Ash?" I whispered faintly, looking into his eyes as he smiles softly. "I-Can… Is it bad that I want you to kiss me?"

He licks his lips, a cute giggle falling from his lips. "No, not at all. I've been wanting to kiss you for a while," he confesses and my cheeks heat up. "You want me to kiss you now?"

I nod my head, my stomach doing flips as Ashton closes the distance between our faces. My fingers wrap around his wrist when his lips brush against mine, my breath hitching slightly. My eyes flutter shut when our lips finally connect, a shudder ran down my spine as I wrap one of my arms around his neck. I move my lips against his, reeling in at how soft his lips are.

His thumb strokes my cheekbone as he tilts his head, deepening the kiss. My heart pounds against my chest, fingers making their way through his hair as a breath is released through my nose. Ashton pulls away after about a minute and a half, pants leaving both of our lips as I keep my eyes closed.

"You're so cute," he mumbled and I opened my eyes, looking up at him through my lashes to see a grin on his lips.

A chuckle leaves my lips and I shake my head. I bring my bottom lip between my teeth, my hand sliding down his chest before it sits in my lap.

"Do you wanna… maybe I can take you out for dinner?" Ashton asks with a hopeful look in his eyes.

"You just kissed me, Ash. Of course, I'm gonna agree to go to dinner with you," I tell him and he grins before leaning forward to capture my lips with his once more.

-

Three Months Later…

"I can't believe you didn't tell me we were coming here. Two of our best friends work here," I state as Jess and a few other friends walk into the Pink Flamingo behind me.

"Well, I tried that one time but you were busy staring at Ashton. Who happens to be your boyfriend now, so," she shrugs and laughs a bit. I roll my eyes, taking my bottom lip between my teeth.

"Oh, god. Ashton's my boyfriend," I mumble, my eyes widening as I still can't believe that we're together.

The girls chuckle as we sit at the end of the stage. "He is and you two are fucking cute together," Jess exclaims and my cheeks blush, mumbling a thank you to her.

Music started to play as the lights on stage start to dart around. It was the beginning of Aston's routine and I bite my lip, finally being able to solely focus a hundred percent on his performance. Something I haven't been able to do while I'm working. I rub my sweaty hands onto my tights, tugging my skirt down a bit.

Aston walks out, his eyes widening a bit as he sees me in the audience before a smirk comes to his lips. Oh god. He struts to the end of the catwalk, his hand wrapping around the pole before going around it once. I swallow thickly, taking in every detail of his outfit and features. He had his signature black jumpsuit on, the sleeves cut off as it almost clings to his torso. He usually starts with it off… hm, weird. 

The girls hollered as he started to gyrate his hips before falling to his knees in front of us. Jess and Rach fling dollar bills at him, a chuckle leaving his lips. I cleared my throat as I glance towards the girls, seeing the biggest smiles on their lips.

"Give her a lap dance!" Jess yells while pointing towards me. My cheeks blush, eyes wide as I start to shake my head.

"It's your bachelorette party!" I exclaim and she waves her hand to me in response. I look back to Aston and he gives me a cheeky wink before hopping off stage.

I sit back in the chair, realizing that I sat in the one comfy chair the dancers use to give people dances on. I internally groan, gripping the arms as Aston straddles my lap, his large hands resting on either side of my head.

"Hi, baby," he breathes, his face inches from mine. I shiver slightly, my eyes flowing shut as I stuttered out a hi. "Who knew you were so responsive to me like this." Aston teased and I bite my lip, looking up at him through my lashes.

His hazel eyes glance around quickly before pressing a light kiss to my lips. He smirks at me after he pulls away, a whine leaving my lips.

"Enjoy the show, baby girl," Aston husks out and I nod slightly.

He brings his hands into the air, dancing to the music as his hips gyrate like crazy. I grip the arms of the chair, wishing I could run my fingers along with his jumpsuit. My friends let out screams as Aston begins to unbutton the top of his outfit. His eyes were looking into mine the entire time as he unsnaps the buttons.

The top of his jumpsuit falls from his shoulders and it lays against his waist. His torso completely exposed as I couldn't help but let my eyes roam the hairless skin. Aston grabs my hands, placing them onto his pecs and I can feel my heart pounding in my chest.

The two of us haven't done anything sexual wise yet. He's been nothing but patient with me and I couldn't be more happy about it. I mean, it's not like I don't want to, because I do. Look at him. He's like… a god of sorts. My mental health isn't exactly ready for the sexual aspect of a relationship after everything with Dustin.

I look up at him through my lashes, a smile on his lips as I begin to drag my hands down his abs. I swallow hard, taking a quick glance towards Jess to see her encouraging me. My hands continued moving down his body, resting on his hips and I can feel his hips thrust outwards.

Aston leans forward again, his lips right by my ear. "You alright? I know you're not exactly comfortable with this yet," he whispers and a snort leaves my lips.

"I'm okay," I squeak out as I feel his lips brush against the shell of my ear.

"Good. Just tell me when you want me to stop."

-

"He gave you a lap dance?" Val asks as I clean the glasses behind the bar.

My cheeks heat up before I nod my head, looking over at my blue-haired friend to see a smirk on his lips. "Yeah, he did. I didn't realize I sat in the stupid lap dance chair," I mumble and a chuckle comes from Val's lips.

"So, did you go home with him?" He asks and I shake my head, furrowing my eyebrows together.

"No? Why would I go home with him?" I question and Valentino sighs, rubbing his hand on his face.

"You've been dating for what? A little over three months now?" He wonders and I nod my head. "And you haven't stayed over? Has he stayed over at your house?"

"No, he hasn't. I don't see why it's a big deal. Val, you know what I've been through with Dustin… I'm just… Not comfortable with that stuff yet," I explain and Val nods his head. "D-Did he mention something about it?"

Valentino's eyes widened and started to shake his head. "No, no, no. Ashton hasn't mentioned anything about it. I was just curious, honey," he exclaims and I nod, letting out a breath of relief.

"I mean, if he were to ask me I might say yes. He's been so patient with me that it warms my heart. I… I've never felt this way before. Like, I think I might love him," I whisper and his eyes widened once more. "I-I know it's crazy but I don't know."

Val shakes his head, his parted lips turning into a smile. "It's not crazy. You've been through a lot of trauma and from what you've told me. Ash is helping you heal at your pace, which is fantastic," he tells me and I couldn't help but blush again.

"He's really great," I whisper and smile widely, feeling my heart flutter as I glance towards the stage to see Aston standing on it, his body flailing around the pole.

"You're welcome," Val states and I giggle, waving my hand at him.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, hush."

-

I sat in the backroom, playing around on my phone as I waited for Ash. A pair of lips landing on my head and I snap out of my gaze, looking up to see Ashton standing beside me. 

"Hey, babe," he smiles and I smile back, standing from my chair.

"Hey," I giggle before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"You have a ride home?" Ashton asks as his hands slide around my waist, resting against my lower back.

I swallowed hard, the conversation Calum and I had earlier flashed through my mind. "A-Actually… I was wondering if I could maybe sleepover?" I question with an eyebrow raised. His lips parted while looking down at me, a surprised look on his cute face. I bite my lip, getting worried as he didn't answer me and begin to retract my question. "You know what- nevermind. It was a stupid idea. You're probably not ready for that y-"

"Y/N, stop," Ashton mumbles and I close my lips, looking up at the black-haired man. "I'd love for you to stay the night. Are-Are you sure you're okay with it? I have no problem with waiting."

My heart flutters and I bring a hand behind his head, pulling his face closer to mine before connecting our lips. A small moan comes from Ashton's lips, his large hands sitting on my waist as he kisses me back.

A smile graces my lips as I pull away from him, looking up at him to see his hazel eyes still closed. I giggle and drop my hands to my sides and Ash looked down at me.

"What was that for exactly?" He asks me and I bite my lip softly.

"You're just… amazing. I don't deserve you," I mumble to him and he scoffs while shaking his head.

"That's not true at all. If anything, I don't deserve you. You're so pure and caring, even after everything that you've been through," he confesses and I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. "C'mon, let's get out of here."

It took almost twenty minutes for us to get to Ash's place, which was incredibly gorgeous by the way. I hug my arms as he leads me inside, locking the door behind me. I can feel the nervousness swirl around in my stomach as Ashton steps in front of me.

"You okay? You still wanna stay?" He asks and I nod my head, giving him a small smile.

"Yeah, I'm alright. Just a little nervous," I laugh as I feel a little stupid. "I don't even know why I'm nervous. I trust you so much."

He smiles at me, his hands stroking my forearms before grabbing a hold of my hands. I intertwined our fingers as Ashton began to lead me down the hall. A large bedroom is what we step into, my eyes widening at how stunning it is.

"You wanna put something on and I can make some snacks for us?" He questions me and I nod my head in agreement.

"Yeah, sure. Can I borrow a shirt or something?"

Ashton laughs and nods his head, walking towards his dresser. He pulls out a black shirt, tossing it to me and presses a kiss to my forehead before leaving the room.

I tug my leather tank top off of my body, throwing it onto the chair that's sat beside the bed. I slip on Ash's shirt, inhaling his scent that lingers on it. I take off my skirt, keeping the fishnet stockings on as I climb onto the king-sized bed.

My black-haired cute ass boyfriend walks into the room with queso dip and chips in his hands, his eyes meeting mine before he stops in his tracks. "Fuck," he mutters and clears his throat.

I blush, pressing my lips together as he stands at the edge of the bed in front of me. He nudges my legs apart, standing in between them. "Do I look good?" I ask, looking up at him through my lashes.

Ashton groans, setting the food beside me before grazing his fingers along my jaw. "Breathtaking, baby girl. Who knew you'd look so good in my clothes, and with these stockings. Fuck."

A giggle leaves my lips as I fiddle with the hem of his shirt. "I love you," I laugh and smile widely, taking a quick glance at him to see his eyes widen just like before.

"You love me?" He asks quietly and the smile on my lips falls, not realizing the three words slipped out.

"I-Fuck I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean for it to come out since we've only been dating for three months," I start to ramble, pulling away from Ash as I stand up from the bed. "I-I'll just leave and you'll never have to hear from me again, oh my god I ruined the best thing that's-"

I was cut off by Ashton strolling over to me, his hands grabbing my cheeks before pressing his lips to mine. My breath hitches in my throat as my eyes grew wide before fluttering shut. I relax a bit, kissing him back as my hands rest on the middle of his stomach.

"I love you too," Ash mumbled once he pulled away from me. A breath of relief comes out as I step closer to him, wrapping my arms around him. He giggles and wraps an arm around my neck, laying a kiss to my forehead.

"Fuck, you have no idea how happy I am to hear that. I didn't want to have to leave," I mutter and Ashton chuckles.

"You're so cute."

I lay my head on his chest, my heart fluttering as we hold each other for a few moments. I close my eyes, feeling my eyes prick with tears as I can't believe all of this is happening.

"You make me so happy, Ash. Thank you for everything."

He peppers kisses onto my face, giggles leaving my lips as I push myself away from him. "You don't have to thank me. I'm just glad I'm able to help you heal. You deserve so much love, and I plan to give it all to you."

-

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The Recruit (Chapter 16) - Mitch Rapp

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “Day 76″

Characters: Mitch Rapp, Steven Rapp, Beth Hurley & Reader/OFC

Author’s Note: This shit is dedicated to my front desk man, Perry. he is the best.

Summary: Y/n takes Mitch and Steven to Brooklyn to spend the morning and afternoon driving around in her father's collection of classic cars. She bonds with Steven and brings the brother's to her family's apartment on the Lower East Side, where she decides to stay with Mitch for the rest of the their trip in New York.

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"That was honestly one of the best mornings of my life, Y/n. Thank you so much for letting me tag along and do that." Steven was sitting sort of sideways in the narrow backseat of your 1963 Aston Martin DB5. You were crossing over the Manhattan Bridge from Brooklyn, where he, Mitch and you had just spent the morning checking out and driving around in all of your father's vintage collector cars.

"Absolutely, I'm so glad you two had fun." You glanced over at Mitch who was slightly grinning at you from the passenger seat. "Plus it's good for the cars to actually be driven considering I'm never up here to do it myself anymore.. actually, Steven, I was thinking, my Dad used to use the cars to take clients out and he always said that it helped him close deals.. if you ever needed a little extra something to bag a new client for your company, I'll give you the number for the guy that takes care of the cars, and he'll hook you up."

"Oh, wow.. you don't have to do that." Steven was flabbergasted.

"No, please. You clearly have a respect for the cars, and Mitch says you're the responsible one. If it helps your business grow, the least I can do is lend you a car for a night." You shrugged, glanced back behind you to smile at him and then looked back in front of you to continue driving.

"Thanks, Y/n. That's really fucking cool of you." Steven grinned and massaged his hand against the supple leather seat beneath him. He knew that your offer would, in fact, help him with the Wall Street big wigs that he was constantly trying to nail down contracts with. 

Steven was the exact opposite of Mitch in many ways, he was willing to talk about his feelings at the drop of a hat, he was talkative and fidgety and always grinning or laughing. He wasn't one for long silences. "So did you grow up in the City or like in the suburbs upstate or on Long Island or something?" Steve asked, breaking the long pause between conversations.

"I grew up on the Lower East Side." You answered.

"Oh cool, where?" Steven asked.

"Do you know the Gould Apartments?"

"No. Fucking. Way." Steven overannunciated every word, shock filling his voice. "That building is incredible. One of my clients lives there and I love visiting him just to get inside. That must've been a real bummer to have to sell it when you moved to Virginia."

"Uh, well, actually, I still own it... We could go by if you wanted." You offered, noticing Mitch contorting his face, concerned that you were disregarding your own feelings in order to get his brother to like you.

"Fuck yeah, I'd love to go by, if we have time before lunch with your cousin." Steven was easily excitable.

You got into the right lane on the FDR Drive in order to get off at the next exit to get to the Lower East Side. Mitch slid his hand on top of yours, which was gripping the gear shift, and he whispered. "Y/n/n, we don't have to go."

You smiled at him, a small amount of anxiety hidden behind your eyes. "It's okay. I should really check on the place myself anyway."

"Did I step into something here?" Steven asked hesitantly, catching a bit of your conversation from the back seat.

"No, it's fine, Mitch is worried because I haven't been back to the apartment in a while. But it's fine." You looked at Mitch and gave him your most convincing smile. "Babe, how about instead of going out for lunch, you call Beth and see if she can grab take-out from The Meatball Shop on Stanton?"

Mitch pursed his lips, sighed, and picked up your phone to call Beth. He explained what the new plan was and relayed what everyone wanted from the restaurant. He hung up the phone as you pulled up to a beautiful neo-Gothic, early 20th Century apartment building and began to pull into the underground garage. You were stopped by one of the garage attendants, who surveyed your expensive and rare car before tapping on the window, asking you to roll it down. You complied and smiled up at the middle aged man.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry, this is for resident's and guests only." The man said with some disappointment that he wouldn't get to examine the car closer while parked.

"I know." You softly laughed and pulled your wallet out of your small black Everlane clutch. You handed the man your driver's license and saw his face go pale.

He stuttered as he began speaking again, after handing you back your I.D. "M.. M.. Miss Hurley. Oh my, Miss Hurley. I didn't even recognize you, how are you, ma'am? It's so good to see you again."

Your face beamed up at a man that you had known since your childhood and used to give you lollipops when you’d come home from school. "It's been a while, Perry. How are you? How's Linda?"

"She is wonderful, Miss Y/n. She'll be tickled pink to know that I saw you and that you have grown up so much." You blushed, and smiled back at your old friend. "You know, I thought this was your Daddy's car, but I just wasn't sure.. We've got some real high rollers in the building nowadays with some pretty fancy cars."

"I hope they're being good to you, Perry." You said as you put the car in park and stepped out. Mitch and Steven hopped out on the passenger side and watched the reunion taking place.

"Oh you know how it goes, Miss Y/n." Perry paused and then smiled as he looked into your kind eyes. "You know where they are, and just give me a call when you are leaving."

You grinned and dipped your head into his small security booth at the top of the driveway. You emerged with three lollipops and threw two red ones over to the Rapp boys. "Thanks, Perry." You patted him on the back and watched him carefully step into the car to take it downstairs to park. "Should we go up?" You glanced at the two men, as you unwrapped your sucker and stuck it in between your teeth. You fished around your purse for your keys and turned them into a lock, that then revealed an elevator.

"Penthouse?" Steven said as he watched you turn your key in the lock on the elevator and hit the 'PH' button on the panel. You raised your eyebrows at him, and watched the numbers scroll as they rose twenty-four floors. You took a deep breath as the doors opened and revealed a short hallway leading to white double doors. You unlocked the doors and the hallway flooded with warm, natural light, that bounced off of the light hardwood floors and white walls of the living room. "Holy shit." Steven muttered as he walked in after you and Mitch.

The apartment was stunning. The living room was spacious and led out to a large deck, filled with a grill and patio furniture and a fire pit. The kitchen was large, for a New York City apartment, and was connected to a full sized formal dining room. There were two bedrooms on each floor and one bathroom on the first floor for guests. You wandered into a room, and Mitch followed you, while Steven climbed up the spiral staircase to the second floor.

"You okay?" Mitch asked as you sat down in a white suede club chair. He crouched down in front of you, grabbing your thighs over your jeans, instead of sitting in the companion club chair next to you.

"Yea, I'm glad Perry was the one working today. It put me more at ease." You shook your head with a smile. "Weird being back."

"Bad weird?" Mitch asked, staring up at your y/e/c eyes, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. You shook your head again.

"No, it's okay actually." You smiled down at him, so taken aback at how handsome he looked in the soft white lighting coming through the windows. You pressed your hands against his cheeks and leaned down to kiss him. "I love you. Thank you for being here with me right now." was what you wanted to say, as you felt the passion coursing between the two of you as your lips stayed connected in a prolonged embrace. You were going through so many things with Mitch and experiencing such strong emotions for him and you just wanted to share it, but you would not rush him, so you restrained yourself.

Mitch pulled back, got on his knees, and leaned over, leaving his head in your lap, as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You felt your heart swell again, as you brushed your fingers through his hair and gently massaged his scalp. Your intimate moment was interrupted by the intercom buzzing at the front door. You got up to answer it.

"Miss Hurley, we have a Elisabeth Hurley down here saying she is a guest." The front desk attendant said.

"You can send her up. Thank you." You unlocked the front door and left it ajar. Mitch was in the kitchen looking for plates and silverware, when you walked up behind him to grab napkins. You watched as he left four dinner plates on the counter, and then leaned up against you. He pressed his body and his lips against yours again and you felt lightheaded. You sighed as he leaned away, hearing Steven come down the spiral staircase. You looked up in his eyes and whispered. "You know... I don't know if you want to, but we could stay here the rest of the trip..."

Mitch grinned and licked his lips. He knew what was going through your head. "Are you going to be okay doing that?" You nodded. "Are you going to be weirded out having sex in your parent's house?" You grinned and shook your head. "Can we kick Steven out right now?" You laughed and shoved Mitch off of you as you heard Beth's footsteps outside in the hall.

"I brought drinks too cause I figured there would be nothing in this place." Beth said as she handed you a plastic bag and closed the front door behind her.

"I was hoping." You said, as you placed it on the counter next to Mitch and Steven. "Beth, this is Mitch.." Mitch got up and shook Beth's hand; she smirked at you, who grinned back at her. "And this is Mitch's brother, Steven." Steven leaned in to shake her hand as well. "Guys, this is Beth."

They took the food into the dining room and spent most of the rest of the afternoon eating, lounging, and getting to know each other. Beth left because she had a date that evening and you, Mitch and Steven decided to head back up to Steven's to get their bags. Mitch made sure that his little brother was okay with them not staying with him the rest of the week, and Steven said that as long as they kept all of their dinner plans with him, that he was fine with it. He just wanted to keep hanging out with his brother. You and Mitch hopped on the subway and headed back up to your apartment.

In the loud commotion on the local downtown, Mitch remembered something that he had wanted to say to you all day. He rubbed his hand against your knee, getting your attention and he placed his face close to yours. "Hey babe..." Mitch said in a hushed tone. "Did you know that there are cameras in your apartment?"

You smiled. "I know. I put them in."

"Okay, I just... paranoid spy." Mitch whispered, as he watched you slip your hand into his.

You laughed. "I know."

"I thought Stan might have and he would know about us.."

You shook your head, as you stood and exited the train at your stop. You walked ahead of Mitch and passed through the turnstile, then waited for him, your hand outreached, ready to rest against his once more. The two of you got to the street level and began walking back to your apartment. "First of all, I am really impressed that you even saw them."

"It took me a little because they are so small and well placed into the apartment, but I saw the one by the patio door and then I kept finding them." Mitch explained.

"Clearly I could've done a better job of installing them." You smirked and shook your head. "But no, Stan doesn't know about them. I installed them when some stuff went missing."

"You got robbed?" Mitch was surprised because the security in your building and the efforts that it takes to get to the penthouse floors were actually quite good.

"I don't know. Maybe or it was the cleaning crew I had. I have no idea. I mean, I fired them and brought in a whole different cleaning company but it was weird. Whoever took stuff, took an old, 1958 OMEGA rose gold wrist watch that was my grandfather's and my dad wore it pretty much every day. I mean, it was valuable but they left Rolex's next to it and they took a pretty expensive black pearl necklace of my moms, and a few other things, but they skipped over a lot of valuable stuff in that apartment... I don't know." You shook your head as Mitch opened the lobby door for you. You smiled at your doorman and headed for the elevators.

"Did you call the cops or find fingerprints?"

"Yea, and they found nothing, so I had to assume it was the cleaning crew but the cops never found anything from them either so I don't think I'll ever know, but you bet your ass I installed cameras all over that fucking apartment after that." You had pressed the button for 'PH2', and you and Mitch went straight to the second floor of your apartment.

"So where are we sleeping?" Mitch asked as you stood in the hall and locked all of the locks on the door behind you.

"The master, I guess... right? It's not like any of the furniture that I grew up with is still in the apartment, so that's not weird, right?"

"It's your apartment, babe, so the master is rightfully yours." Mitch reassured you.

"The master it is." You smiled.

They walked down the hall and closed the door behind them. They made love and fell asleep naked in each other's arms, exactly what Mitch and Y/n wanted from this trip.

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