I woke up the next morning with full confusion of what happened last night. I remember going to the club with gilinsky and dancing. The rest has to have been a dream. There is no fucking way we made out in the backseat of his car, then later almost having sex in his bedroom.

He's with amber, why would he make out with me? There is only one way to see if i'm fucking high or it all actually happened. To see if there really is hickeys all over me.

I got up and ran up to the bathroom to look in the mirror. Taking off some shirt I didn't know i had, I looked in the mirror.

"Holy shit." I mumbled to myself. My neck and chest was scattered with dark hickeys. I shook my head and my eyes immediately made contact with my V-line. It was the area most covered.

Oh my god last night wasn't a dream. Jack and I really did make out, I really did take his shirt from his dresser which i slept it, and we really did almost have sex. Not to mention I moaned to him? There goes my job.

What is he gonna tell Amber when she sees the hickey? she is coming back in two days. What is he going to tell me when I go downstairs? That i'm fired, that he regrets last night, that he's never gonna mention it again?

For me, I don't know how to feel. I did enjoy last night. It felt great being under and on top of him. Do I actually like him though? That's what I can't answer.

Jack is with Amber, he's going to want to be with her still i'm assuming, so I doubt he feels something. He told me yesterday doing it felt right, like he's meant to be doing it or whatever.

I don't want to confront him. But one way or another I need to get downstairs, and I hear the TV playing rick and morty, so he's clearly downstairs.

I put the shirt in my drawer and put on a sweatshirt to try and cover up all the hickeys. only about two show, but better than all of them showing. I was thinking about giving the shirt back, but i'll wait. Not in the mood to make this more uncomfortable than it needs to be.

I pulled up my boxers just enough to look like it totally wasn't covered in lovebites.

Here goes nothing.

I finally stepped on the last step, and luckily, Gilinsky was in the kitchen listening to music, but left the TV on. I contemplate wether i should go in or just wait for him to speak up.

"Okay hun. Goodbye. Have fun." I heard him chat, i'm assuming with amber. I need to grow a fucking pair and confront him. Either way one of us is bound to bring it up. if not, Amber is sure as hell going to find out soon with the hickey.

I deeply sigh and open the kitchen doors. Jack looked straight at me, turning the music down. Oh my god and he's just wearing boxers? Fuck this boy. Not to mention, he wasn't covering up his hickey, that I gave him. and here I am dying, in a thick ass sweatshirt. I mean He did give me like 30, so I guess it's a bit more acceptable. I look like a total whore with them scattered all over me.

We stared at each other for a good while, till he spoke up surprisingly.

"So, h-how'd you sleep Mr. J-Johnson?" He stuttered rubbing his neck. It was my first time hearing him stutter. Who wouldn't be.

"Good. T-Thanks for asking." Back to silence we were. He made me coffee, knowing exactly what to put in it. So we just sat next to each other at the island, drinking the coffee.

After the longest five minutes of my life, I blurted out. "we c-can't ignore yesterday, what E-Even happened?" I muttered glancing over at him.

He closed his eyes and shook his head. "I don't even fucking know. I realized i have to talk about it with you one way or another. But is there really much to discuss?" Gilinsky explained Turning to be right in front of me.

I rose an eyebrow and put the mug down. "What do you mean? There is so much! We literally made out yesterday! If it wasn't for Vanessa we would of been waking up next to each other. Neither of us were drunk either, so what made you come on to me?" I whispered, wherever vanessa is, i don't want her to hear. She wouldn't exactly be mad, but the problem is between us.

"Johnson don't point this all at me. I kissed your neck, but surely you enjoyed it. Yes I started this, but we both acted on it and enjoyed it. Admit it. I sure as hell did. And your moans, sounded like you liked it a bit more than me." He quietly spoke, smirking at the end.

This fucking tease. How is he enjoying this? We clearly had fun yesterday, but it's in the past.

"Sir, What are you trying to say? And if i say yes it won't change shit. We are probably gonna saying forget about it, and you'll be with amber." I shrugged looking him up and down one last time. God i need to stop.

He rested his hand on my thigh and rubbed it. What is he doing? I don't fucking know but this is gonna make the situation harder.

"Johnson, you and I clearly had something last night. And we can't blame it on the alcohol. I told you it felt right, and it did, like i've been missing out on you." He spoke. I can clearly see the tiny feeling of lust forming in his eyes. This conversation is clearly not how I expected it to go.

I gulped and adjusted my sweatshirt. I expected him to want to forget about it, or saying it didn't matter. Not "we clearly had something".

"S-Sir, I don't know what to say. But y-your with amber, remember? What are you gonna do with her? And your career! Not to mention i'm your employee, We need to get all of that figured out. I don't know if you want to get together or just have sex." I acknowledged. He looked up and sighed.

"We just need to try this out. Us. Together. But fuck I wasn't even thinking about my career. I haven't even came out yet as bisexual to the media, let alone come out dating my employee. And amber. Agh what am i going to tell her? If i really did love her, would I cheat on her? No. But Us being together gives us both media attention." He explained to himself. Me, I was just sitting there confused.

Gilinsky wants us to try out a relationship? I don't even know if I have legitimate feelings for him. At this point I kind of do, but he clearly has to worry about his career more.

"Jack, Your career and fame is more important than me or us being together. You need to figure it out. All of it. Decide what you are going to do about Amber. Decide when to come out. Do you even have real feelings for me?" I asked, caressing his face. I'll admit, maybe trying a relationship wouldn't be terrible, it would help develop more sincere feelings. But right now isn't a great time for him.

I know amber doesn't really care about him, and I am dying to tell Jack that, but right now he still has something little for her, i can see it.

"I-I don't know Johnson. I mean the feelings are there but not as much as I wished. You're right. I need to figure out all of this, especially with amber, before we become a couple. But believe me, once it's figured, we'll be together. At least to try it. You can still go out on dates and have sex, but don't get too attached with anyone." He smirked at the end, standing up.

"Great. Till then," I said standing up as well, being inches away from him. I got on my toes and kissed his forehead. "I'll be keeping your shirt, Sir."

Damn look at me being bold. Who knew I had this energy in me?

Gilinsky gave me a wink and I walked off to start my shift.

Is this is a fucking movie?

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