A Drink with the Devil

ab my head, but my arm is constricted. I blink my eyes against the harsh morning light and feel

ight, I turn in my bed and s

t to p

here the hell am I? W

nic even more when I see we're both completely nude, but that panic quickly fades when I get a glimpse

tasha, then going to the bar to get more drinks. After that, everything is black. I look around the

he looks like to describe to Natasha. When I tell her about this, she is going to want details.

. Greyson

spent there studying Art. I had one lecture with him, and the moment I saw him and looked into his go

jell-o right where I stood. I

would admit them into a mental hospital, because they're down right crazy. He never paid me or any girl in school any interest, never gave anyone the time of day

rumors aren't true, or I

wspaper, online or on paper, know exactly who the Mathers family is. They own quite a few successfu

erican

d to be Patrick's second in command, making him almost as equally a powerful and dangerous man,

ume what that

get out

ed to find my underwear, dress and one shoe, but can't seem to locate my last shoe and last piece of clothing. I look under the be

my phone and wallet. I throw my clothes on as I run down the abandoned halls, praying that no one

ust as I'm convinced I'm lost, a tall elderly man walks out of a random door down the hall a little and notices me

a smile quickly appearing when

something I can help you with?

r..." I realize how stupid that sounds once it's ou

wake as well?" Master Greyson? What y

ut, " I say and try to smile convincingly. The man frowns again, but turns and starts to walk down the hall. I have no

e front foyer. I cheer silently when I see the front door, and turn to thank the man, b

er Greyson will be pleased to know

sary, I can just call

the door, leaving no room for argument. I awkwardly follow behind him towards a car already parked and waiting

omething tells me he has been driving around Manhattan for quite some time.

t building comes into view. Frank pulls up to th

there anything else

efore scurrying out the door. He gives me a small wave before he pulls away from the curb a

probably a thousand messages and voicemails left by her, when she final

or, she is there waiting for me, her

I have been calling you all morning, praying you weren't d

o dead, and I didn't have a charger, " I say and trudge past her to my bedroom

ou got laid, " s

ay, rolling my eyes and turning my fac

e been thoroughly fucked. Am I wrong?" she as

ng. But that isn't

sit on my bed, waiting to hear all the juicy details. "Where are your

ong story

winks, urging me to continue. She obviously remembers just as little

man who bought me a drink, an

king, from what I remem

t, " I mutter, earning a confused

eveal" she says a

king her wait even longe

r was Greyson Math

outh slightly. It seems like it takes a mome

er is a mafia boss? Are you freaking k

dulously. "What are

e guy is probably loaded, you won't ever have to worry about money troubles aga

as a

good paying, stable job, so I can help give my

since quit. The medical bills and medicine fees are more than she and I can both handle. We have to keep going to run d

use it was what I always wanted, and what she always wanted for me. But I know during

on their own. We can't even afford to live in a two-bedroom apartment anymore. I offered to buy a pull-out couch and sleep in

ave a nurse bring her outside, even when she is capable of doing it herself. She needs to be supervised at all times,

eyson off my mind, though. Once I'm done and join Natasha in the living room, she suggests we watch

reaming of stun