BRIELLE

What was I going to do with him now?
"Look Dylan, you really can't be here right now, I mean look at the time, it's super late. You're tired, I'm tired. Maybe we should do this tomorrow when you and I both feel sober and refreshed, alright?"
"No."
No?
What did he mean by no?
I tried another tactic.
"Dylan, you really need to leave. My boyfriend is very possessive and should he come and meet you here, I don't think things would turn out good for you."
He looked at me critically with his drunk eyes. "You want to know what I think, Bree? One, I think that boyfriend of yours is the most stupid man ever. I mean, who leaves his girlfriend to get up and go out to check who's at the door all by themselves? Two, if you're implying that your boyfriend will hit a drunk man, then he must be an even bigger jerk, and three, if he should have allowed you out of his sight to come open the door in this outfit," His eyes gratefully swept from my messy bun to my pebbled nipples in my shirt, and then finally to my legs. "Then, he must be definitely non-existent." He finished conclusively and stood up, brushing past me to stagger into the apartment.
I was honestly too dazed to care.
"Ooh lovely apartment you have here, I’m guessing you share it with Silver."
Did he mean Silvie? How much had he had to drink, really?
"I need," He hiccupped. "I need some water, Bree. I'll just quietly sit here and wait for you to go and get it." Even as he spoke, he gently slid into the couch and began to kick of his shoes. I stood glaring -no staring actually- at him for a long time before I conceded.
“Alright. I’m going to get you some water, but when I come back, I’m calling you a cab and you’re going home whether you like it or not.” I declared.
“Noooooooo, please don’t make me go home, at least not until you have forgiven me. I don’t want to be alone.” 
To be honest, I almost gave in.
Almost.
“Nice try, but no. You’re leaving, end of story.” I turned on my heel and thudded to the kitchen, opened the fridge and took out two bottles of water, I was feeling rather thirsty myself.
By the time I got back to the living room, the handsome, annoying, arrogant, jerk was fast asleep.
Should I kick him out?
Yes?
No?
Maybe?
Ugh, I wasn’t that heartless!
I went to my bedroom for some blankets, and gently covered him up, smiling slightly at the adorable way he sighed in contentment. I stood there for a moment, staring at him as he peacefully slept.
Oh, how I wished things were different.

****** 
I woke up very early.
I don’t know why, maybe just a slight case of insomnia, or I don’t know, maybe the very fact that Dylan was so near and yet so far had been the reason for my constant tossing and turning all night long.
It didn’t spoil things though. I mean for once, I could get fully productive back at home and even have a lot of time to be at work very early. I cleaned my room, did my laundry, washed my hair and soaked for a good thirty minutes in the bath. By the time I had come out and dried my hair, and finished straightening it, I felt like a completely different person.
I felt… relaxed. A state I barely felt ever since I took on the position of Chief Financial Officer. It really was humorous to think that I still wanted more even though it was completely taking a huge toll on me.
Ironic right?
I stood up from my dresser’s matching chair, and proceeded to take off my towel and lightly dabbed around at the few areas that still had some moisture, and then I tied the towel around my waist and padded to my drawer for a fresh set of red lace panties with a matching bra. I slipped on the panties, and was in the process of donning my bra when my door barged open. 
I screamed at the intrusion and tried as much as I could to cover up my chest with my hands. Needless to say, it didn’t work as I had expected it to. I literally flew to my wardrobe for a bathrobe, covered the front part of my body as best as I could, and shot Dylan the most murderous look I could ever muster.
The towel slipped of my waist to the floor, rendering my stern look pretty much useless. He still stood there, I don’t know, somehow frozen in between shock, and sleep and drunkenness, I don’t really know, but even I couldn’t miss the heated look in his gaze.
My cheeks warmed up crazily, and heat crept downwards to other places I really wouldn’t care to mention. I shook my head to rid myself of any dangerous thoughts, and tried to act cool and unbothered instead. “So, I give you a chance to spend the night, because I actually felt sorry for your stupid ass, and this is the thanks I get? Why the hell will you barge into someone’s room, a woman, nonetheless, without knocking? Are you crazy?” 
Yeah, I know. I failed to keep the emotion out of my tone.
You know the funny thing though? The fact that the arrogant bastard wasn’t even in the slightest bit sorry.
“I apologise for barging into your room like that, but I really need to use the washroom, and also-”
“YOU COULD HAVE FUCKING KNOCKED. WHAT YOU DID WAS INEXCUSABLE!” I raged, completely unable to reign in my anger.
“Do you really have to shout? I honestly have a nasty case of a hangover, and your noise making isn’t really helping things you know. Oh, and I technically didn’t see you completely naked, I did catch a glimpse of your impressive boobs, but you covered them up so fast that I barely had the chance to commit them to memory.”
Wait what?
“You’re kidding me, right?” 
“No. I honestly am not. You know what, get off your high horse, you have no idea how many boobs I have seen in this short life of mine… trust me yours isn’t any different.” He winked conspiratorially.
Wow. Was he still drunk or something?
“Are you going to show me the bathroom, or should I just whip it out and make myself comfortable?”
Yep. Definitely still drunk. 
How was that even possible?
“There will be no whipping out of any sort, because…” I bent down to reach for the towel, and managed to tie it around my chest while still covering up with the bathrobe. When I was sure that it was well secured, I removed the bathrobe shield I had made and wore it properly, and then I continued. “…because, you are leaving.”
“But-”
“No buts. Come on.” I tried pulling him out of the room.
He wasn’t budging.
“Dylan? Come on, I am really not in the mood for this.” I muttered angrily.
He hung his head dejectedly. “Okay, fine. I’ll go.”
We were almost at the living room when I heard keys turning in the front door.
Oh God, Silvie!
“Come on, back to my room, back to my room.” I steered him back rapidly.
“Just make up your mind already woman. Do you want me here or not?” 
I wasn’t even paying any attention to his drunk shenanigans. I was going to make sure that Silvie didn’t meet him.
Even if that was the last thing I did on earth.
The front door opened just as I had pushed Dylan into my room, stepped in and shut the door.
Whew! Super close call.
I leaned against the door tiredly, trying hard to slow down my breaths. I felt him when it was quite too late.
Dylan had me trapped between himself and the door, his nose against my neck, breathing me in. “Mm,” He moaned. “You smell so good.”
The feel of him pressed so close against me, whispering in my ear sent a scorching blast of heat that was so powerful down south, that I just… I freaked out. “What the hell do you think you are doing?!” 
“Lucia?” The faint voice of my best friend prancing about in the living room brought me back to my senses.
Shit? What had I done?
Even though I knew she was coming, the quick knock at my door still made me jump up in surprise. “Lucia, is everything okay in there?”
Dylan lightly giggled behind me. “Ooh-”
I turned sharply to cover his mouth, while shooting him a glare in the process. The drunk idiot just grinned. “I’m alright Syl, I just hit my foot against somethi-” I shot Dylan a disgusted look. He had just licked my palm... yes, the very one that was currently covering his mouth at the moment. Honestly speaking, drunk Dylan was a complete handful.
“Are you sure you’re alright, Lu?” Silvie called out again. “You sound off.”
“Yeah… I guess that might be because I’m still in pain.”
“Is it that bad? I think maybe I should check it out for y-”
“No, no, no.” I cut in rapidly.
“That won’t be necessary.”
My best friend was silent for a moment. “Alright then, I guess if I don’t see you before you leave for work, it’s good day.” She shouted as I heard her walk away from my door. I removed my hand from Dylan’s mouth and sagged against him tiredly, almost moaning in delight when I felt his arms wrap around me. “Ooh, that was fun, but would you look at that?” He let go of me and gestured towards his crotch, a teasing smirk on his drunk face. “It seems our little escapade has given me a fucking boner.”

*********
I don’t know how I did it, but I someway somehow, managed to get dressed for work, and sneak Dylan out of our apartment without us making a single sound.
Impressive right?
It was simple really, I had just allowed him to go and pee in my soundproof bathroom, locked him in there and explained to him that I was just getting dressed, and that we’d be on our way when I was done. Of course he had thrown a tantrum, but that was why the room was sound proof. When he had realised that he really wasn’t getting out until I was done dressing up (It was a glass covered bathroom), he had calmed down and settled on the floor. By the time I was done dressing, he was dozing off. I had woken him up and then we had successfully snuck out.
But of course fate wouldn’t let us have a clean break.
We bumped into Mrs. Robinson on our way to the elevator, and she thankfully didn’t say a word, but I knew from the look on her face that she definitely wasn’t going to let me live this down.
We made it to the car park without any more hitches, and Dylan had thankfully been able to give me his address before he passed out again. 
I drove him to the location, helped him up to his apartment (a very nice bachelor pad if I may add), made my way downstairs, and drove off to work.
I was going to deal with him when he was sober and better.