Page 77 of Resting Grump Face
“Technically, I hired you to get back at you for what you did before Phoenix’s wedding.”
“And? How is that working out so far?” She asks with a smile and slides off me.
I sit up behind her, grab her hair in one hand to hold her steady, and let my tongue glide over her neck. Sienna quivers. When I gently bite into her, she moans quietly.
“Could be worse,” I mumble, with her skin between my lips. “For both of us.”
I let go of her hair and watch as she pushes me back down onto the bed. We continue what we have been doing all weekend already, but this time it’s a lot less gentle, and a lot more like what I had imagined it to be in the first place. We fuck like oceanwaves crashing against the shore, each surge more intense and passionate than the last.
With one hand around her throat, I get Sienna off by rubbing her clit while pounding into her roughly. It doesn’t take much for me to come right after. With heaving breaths, I lay on top of her when someone suddenly knocks on the door. We try to ignore it at first, but after the third increasingly insistent knock, Sienna discards of the condom, cleans up real quick, then throws the blanket on top of me, a bathrobe over herself, and opens the door.
“We waited till you two were done,” Paige explains while wagging a yellow piece of paper in her hand. She gives it to Sienna and walks into the apartment.
I pull the blanket up and watch as Guy, Earnest and Robyn walk in right after her. Guy gives me a wink, sits down on the bed next to me and slaps me on the shoulder. Earnest takes the cardboard cutout of Gordon Ramsey, whom I had put into a corner last night so he wouldn’t be staring at us, and aims those judging eyes right at me. With his arms crossed, and his own eyes also narrowed in on mine, he sits down on the bed as well. Robyn and Paige take a seat on the little sofa.
“We’re being evicted,” Paige explains.
Sienna gives the yellow poster a quick look-over, then crumbles it up and throws it out through the door with that angry expression of hers. “What the fuck? They can’t do that.”
“They really can’t!” Guy agrees.
“It’s okay, it’s okay.” It looks like her brain is already working overtime on a solution. “I should have about $4000 in my account today or tomorrow. How much do you need? I can just pay your rent. If we need more, I could probably get an advance on next week’s pay. I’m sleeping with my boss, you know.”
“We heard.” Robyn rolls her eyes.
Earnest interjects, “I thought he isn’t your boss.” Then he lays a pillow on my crotch.
I try to shush him.
“You’re right,” Sienna says and points at Earnest, “but that’s irrelevant right now. What matters is that we keep you guys from getting evicted.”
“You don’t understand.” Paige waves her hand, adjusts her glasses and pulls another yellow sheet of paper from her pocket. “Everyone is getting evicted. Not just us. They’re emptying the entire place out.”
“They can’t do that!” I exclaim.
“They really can’t!” Guy agrees again.
“Legally speaking, they need to have valid reasons to evict and they need to follow proper procedure, so you should be alright for now. I’ll find you guys a lawyer who specializes in that sort of thing and then we can take it from there.” My phone starts ringing on the bedside table. “Who is responsible, by the way? Which company owns the place?” I attempt to get the blanket out from under Earnest to grab my phone.
“Dicky Dome, CEO of Harmony Inc., cheater extraordinaire, and all around terrible human being,” Paige explains.
“Oh, yeah, I know Richard. Not a pleasant fella. Sorry, I have to take this.” I wrap the blanket around myself and try to get to the bathroom without revealing my junk to the entire room.
While Sienna and her friends continue their discussion about what to do, I pick up Barbara’s phone call. Apparently, it’s the third time she’s calling. I must have somehow missed the first two.
“They released a new post yesterday,” she explains. “The media started running with it already.”
“Of course they did. What did I do now?”
“You didn’t do anything this time. Apparently, I did.”
Fuck. It’s one thing to publish slander about me, but this is going too far.
“Alright, I’m coming in right away.” I get dressed in the same clothes I came in here on Saturday. “And, Barb, please put our best real estate attorney in contact with Sienna. She’s got a thing that I need our guys to fix. Also,” I think about it for a second, “I need you to make me an appointment with someone.”
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