Behind Closed Doors

Chapter 20: Room Service

I finish in the shower and wrap myself up in a bath towel. The whole time I'm drying myself off I'm cussing to myself. I just can't believe what Michael has done. I've been played! He isn't getting away with this. I hear knocking on my door. Here we go. I walk out and swing it open. Michael stands there and smiles when he sees me in just a towel.

"I'll fucking slap that smile off your face Michael."

"Hey." He says looking around. "Keep your voice down." He then walks past me in to my room.

I raise my eyebrows and scoff.

"How fucking dare you! So you think you can just come in to my room now too?"

I turn around facing him as my door shuts.

"Well you're clearly angry, and I don't want you making a scene out in the corridor where other people can hear and see us. Plus all you're wearing is a bath towel."

I laugh, unable to believe how he is talking to me.

"Your ass is getting fired."

"Why? What the fuck have I done?"

"Really? Don't act more dumb than what you already are Michael."

"Owch. Harsh words." Michael puts his hand on his chest and lowers his eyebrows.

"You and Marcus must have spoken about what we wanted to happen in that meeting?!"

"Yeah. I know what you and Marcus wanted, but I wanted to do it a bit differently. My way is way more beneficial, and your see that. We got him to sign with us, which is what we wanted right?"

"Oh my god." I place my hand on my forehead. "You're a new employee. You don't go and do things "a bit differently." You listen to what your boss wants! You could have jeopardised mine and Marcus's business. Do you know that?!"

"But I haven't. So stop biting my head off and see what I have done as a good thing, because it is. Marcus will understand."

"Marcus will fucking fire you if it's got anything to do with me."

"You wanna fire me?" Michael laughs. "Even though I've just helped your business?"

"You're missing the point." I shake my head.

"Well we will see what Marcus thinks."

"Yeah, when I tell him you got me drunk, and sabotaged the whole thing."

Michael laughs and raises his eyebrows.

"Wait wait wait..." Michael holds his hands up, walking a bit closer to me. He places his hands on his hips. "You are blaming ME, for you getting drunk last night?"

"Yeah." I fold my arms. "You were the one who kept ordering bottles and pouring it in my fucking glass."

"It's not my fault you can't handle your drink. You knew you had the meeting in the morning. All you had to do was not pick the glasses up."

"You're such an asshole! You know what you were doing!"

"I'm an asshole? I helped you back last night because you were so out of it, and I even made an excuse for you today and told them you weren't feeling well. I could have outright said you got drunk as fuck last night, and you were late because of your hangover. But I didn't."

"Oh, thank you so much Michael!" I say sarcastically. "You purposely done all of that to make me look bad!"

"Whatever." He shakes his head. "You should be thanking me, cause I saved your ass."

"No, you just wanted to look good in front of everyone."

"You just don't like it because you didn't have control today. I took over and that's pissed you off. I'm not sorry for doing a good job."

"Just get the fuck out." I scoff.

"Marcus has the final say anyway right?"

"Don't worry, I'll tell him exactly what happened, so don't expect to be coming back after this trip."

"You can't get rid of me that easily." He gives me a look.

"I can." I give him a look.

"You keep telling yourself that." He smirks.

I squint my eyes at him as he walks past me. He opens my door and leaves. Fucking dick! He's made me even angrier. I slump down on my bed and sigh. I feel so shit. I lay back and try to calm myself down. I close my eyes and before I know it I'm out cold. I must have been so tired to fall asleep like that.

I wake up from hearing loud noises. I moan and open my eyes. It's dark... did I sleep for that long?! I pick up my phone and see I've got a couple of miss calls from Marcus. I sigh. It's 10'clock! I guess I needed that sleep. At least my headache has gone. I realise I'm still in my bath towel. What the fuck are them noises?! It's coming from Michael's room. Is he still trying to piss me off?! He is going to give me another headache! I slowly get up and change in to a white teeshirt and sweat pants. I brush out my damp hair and feel my stomach rumble. I'm starving. I actually haven't eaten all day... I sit back on the bed and look at room service. The noises are getting louder. I sigh loudly. Is he having sex in there or something?!

I call room service and order a pizza and coke. A little while later room service knock on my door. I take the pizza and coke from him and thank him.

"Sounds like someone is having fun." The waiter says looking at Michael's room.

I raise an eyebrow.

"Enjoy." He smiles and leaves.

I'm not taking that noise any more damn it! I put down my food, and come out of my room. I knock on Michael's door loudly. The noise doesn't stop. So I continue to knock until he answers me.

The door opens and Michael is standing in just his boxers. His hair is a bit messed up. He smiles at me. He looks different...

"Yeah?" He asks looking at me.

"You're making a lot of noise."

"Oh, I am?"

"Yes." I sigh. "Can you keep it down? It's late, and if you carry on you will probably get kicked out."

"Alright fine." He rolls his eyes and shuts the door.

I scoff and go back in to my room. I sit down and just as I'm about to put the first slice of pizza in my mouth the noise starts again. Oh my fucking god!! I throw my food down and go back out. I knock on his door again.

"Michael!!" I shout.

"What?!" He swings the door open.

"I told you to keep it down!!"

"I'm sorry." I hear a female voice say, She walks from behind Michael, sorting her shirt out.

I raise my eyebrows. It's the receptionist!!! My jaw drops.

"I'm just going." She shows a quick smile and walks out of the room, quickly walking past me, as she pulls her skirt down.

Michael watches her leave.

"Wow..." I scoff laughing.

"Well now you've ruined my fun." Michael looks at me.

I shake my head.

"You're unbelievable." I say still shaking my head.

"At least it woke you up."

"It's fine, this is just another thing to add to the list of things to tell Marcus."

"Why would you tell him I fucked the receptionist?" Michael chuckles.

"We have a reputation to keep up, and you're going around causing shit!"

"I'm not causing anything."

"Yes, you are."

He looks me up and down.

"You look good in sweatpants." He smirks.

"This list is going to be really long by the time we get back."

"Ok." Michael laughs. "Enjoy the rest of your night."

I look at him weirdly and go back in to my room. He is crazy.