The Arrangement

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Cassie Morris is an aspiring actress, though she struggles to land a successful role. After another failed audition, the role of a lifetime falls into her life. Does she seize the opportunity, finally achieve her lifelong dream even if it goes against every moral she's ever held herself to? Can she handle being attached at the hip to someone she despises?

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18. Well, Shit

I woke up the next morning with a pounding headache, and completely confused. The first thing I noticed was that I wasn't in my own bed, but I soon recognized my surroundings as Justin's bedroom. “Oh, shit,” I muttered as I looked down to find myself half naked, only in my bra and underwear. How bad did I fuck up last night?

 

I was grateful to find that Justin had drawn the curtains, letting in almost no sunlight at all. Speaking of Justin… my mind whispered...where is he?

 

I was completely alone in the California king bed. I picked up my phone from the bedside table, hoping to find a text from him, but there was nothing. Absolutely nothing. I groaned as I sat up on the edge of the bed, somehow the movement making my head pound even more. As I sat there with my head in my hands, I contemplated just lying back down and going back to sleep.

 

“Hey there,” I heard a voice somewhere behind me say, startling me so bad I nearly fell into the floor.

 

“Jesus, Justin,” I sighed as I put my hand on my chest, trying desperately to calm my heart rate. “What the fuck are you doing?” I asked as I turned to face him.

 

He was stepping off the landing that led to the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. “I was taking a shower,” he laughed, although it sounded more like a question. “Are you okay?”

 

I instinctively pulled the covers up to cover my chest. My cheeks were totally flushed from the sight of him, and the fact that I was almost completely naked in his bed. “Um...killer hangover,” I sputtered out as I kept my eyes down on the sheets. “Did we um...did we have, um…” I couldn't even manage to get the words out of my mouth.

 

“Did I fuck you last night?” he asked with a chuckle, earning a glance up from me. I had to know. “No,” he finally answered. “We almost did, you were totally begging for it,” he added with a smirk. I wanted to smack it off his face. “But we got interrupted. The cops got called, and--”

 

I quickly interrupted him, holding my hand up. “ Hold up, go back,” I said, earning a confused stare. “The cops got called? What are you talking about?”

 

“Oh, it wasn't a huge deal,” he said as he began rummaging through his drawers for clothes. “The party got kinda out of hand. Some jackass had drugs and someone called the cops. That's what Za was interrupting for,” he sighed.

 

I nodded slowly. “Did anyone get arrested?” I asked.

 

“The guy that brought the pills," he answered calmly with his back to me as he searched for clothes. “That was it though."

 

 I nodded slowly as I processed his words. “And we didn't do anything last night?” I asked nervously.

 

He turned around with a chuckle, a pile of clothes in hand. “By the time I got back up here, you were knocked out. Which is a good thing. You're gonna want to remember it when I'm done with you,” he said smugly with a wink.

 

I laughed out loud, which seemed to knock him down a peg. “Sure, babe,” I said as I stood up slowly, not wanting to make the headache worse. “Looking forward to it,” I added sarcastically as I began scanning the room for my clothes. I vaguely remember them being tossed to the side last night, though I wasn't sure where.

 

“What are you looking for?” Justin asked.

 

“My clothes, obviously,” I scoffed. I noticed my jeans at the foot of the bed and bent over to pick them up, but noticed Justin holding out the stack of clothes he'd picked out a moment ago.

 

“Here,” he said as he offered them to me. “They're probably a lot more comfortable than your clothes anyway.”

 

I eyed his clothes for a moment, thinking that he was right. It looked like he was holding a grey cotton t-shirt and black sweatpants. “Oh. Well, thanks,” I said awkwardly as I took them from him.

 

“Remind me not to let you get blackout drunk ever again,” he chuckled. “You're fucking weird when you're hungover.”

 

I gave him a sneer as I walked slowly past him towards the bathroom. “Shut up. I'm gonna go wash the smell of tequila off of me.”

 

“Need any help?” I heard him call out from behind me. I could literally hear the smirk in his voice. Instead of answering him, I gave him my middle finger as I continued to walk away. I don't think I could even try to come up with a witty comeback anyway.

 

As I rounded the corner for the bathroom, I stopped in my tracks before actually laughing out loud. This bathroom is humongous. The bathroom itself was probably the size of my apartment. It had wrap around countertops and mirror on three of the walls, with a giant jacuzzi like bathtub in the middle of the floor. In one corner of the bathroom was a stand-up shower that could comfortably fit ten people inside.

 

I grumbled to myself about pissing away money as I searched for a towel. I noticed a closet on the far end of the bathroom, and was happy to find towels galore inside. I happily grabbed one and made my way to the giant shower, making sure the water was boiling hot before stepping in.  


 

JUSTIN'S POV


 

I propped back against the headboard as I waited for Cassie to get out of the shower, which hopefully wouldn't be too long. As I waited, I scrolled through the endless list of things to watch on Netflix.

 

Thankfully I didn't have to wait long for Cassie to come out of the bathroom. “Hey,” I said as I eyed her up and down. I had to admit, she looked so good in my clothes. My sweatpants were way too long on her, and they seemed to be rolled up 20 times at the waist. Apparently my t-shirt was also too baggy, because it was knotted up at the side, exposing a hint of her stomach.

 

“What is all this?” she asked as she cautiously approached the bed and eyed the tray of food I laid in the middle of it.

 

I gave her a smile, proud of my attempt to be boyfriend-like. “Hangover food,” I answered simply. I pointed out all the snacks as she sat down warily beside me. “I made grilled cheese, cause greasy food is the best cure for a hangover. There's also potato chips, hot Cheetos, and chocolate,” I said with finality as I pointed out the bowl of M&M’s.

 

“Wow,” she laughed as she continued staring at all the junk. “That's actually really nice of you, Justin.”

 

I just shrugged as I grabbed one of the sandwiches. “Hangovers suck,” I said simply before taking a big bite.

 

Cassie let out a sigh, but grabbed the other grilled cheese and the bag of hot Cheetos. “I fucking love these things,” she said as she took a handful of Cheetos and shoved them in her mouth. I couldn't help but to chuckle as I watched her. Her head snapped in my direction at the sound of my laugh and she stared me down with slanted, playful eyes. She gulped around her mouthful of Cheetos before she spoke. “Shut up and find something funny to watch.” With a grin and her plate full of food, she settled back against the headboard with me.


 

CASSIE'S POV


 

“I really should be heading home,” I sighed as we finished yet another episode of The Office.  “It's getting kinda late and I have to open the bar tomorrow.” Just thinking about going to work tomorrow was souring my mood. I wasn't sure how long Justin's good mood would last, and I was enjoying every second of it. Why couldn't he be like this all the time?

 

“It's not that late, it's only a little after 10,” Justin countered. “And you can just stay here. We can even pick up where we left off last night,” he said softly, closing the distance between us.

 

I couldn't help but to laugh as he kissed my cheek and worked his way down my jawline. “I'm not sure how many times I have to tell you that that's not gonna happen for you to understand...but it's not gonna happen,” I said smugly.

 

 “Oh really?” he asked as he moved so he was sitting directly in front of me. He slowly leaned in, making me lean back into the headboard. “Cause I seem to remember you begging me to fuck you last night.”

 

“I was beyond wasted last night, so that doesn't count. I would've begged anyone to fuck me,” I laughed. “I could actually argue that you were taking advantage of me,” I joked. As I spoke he leaned down and planted soft kisses on my jawline, picking up where he left off a moment ago. And even though I argued the thought of us ever hooking up, I found myself turning my head to the side, giving him better access to my neck.

 

“We were both drunk,” he murmured into my neck. “Maybe you were taking advantage of me.” He pulled the hem of my shirt to the side, exposing the soft skin of my shoulder. He planted soft kisses and nibbles across my shoulder, covering every inch of exposed skin with his lips as he spoke. “But you're sober now. And I don't see you resisting,” he teased.

 

“Hmm…I don't think so,” I said simply before slipping out from under his touch and standing up off the bed.

 

I laughed as he fell into the bed, letting out a loud groan into the pillows. He then rolled over on his side to look up at me. “You are incredibly frustrating,” he sighed.

 

I shrugged as I grabbed my phone off the nightstand. “You'll survive,” I chuckled. “Thanks for all the hangover food and for the comfy clothes. I'll see you later,” I said as I sauntered to the bedroom door.

 

I didn't get much of a reply other than, “Yeah, yeah.” But still I practically skipped down the stairs and outside to my car. I couldn't remember the last time I'd been in such a good mood. I even found myself driving home with a stupid smile plastered on my face. What was wrong with me?

 

By the time I made it home, my good mood had seriously disappeared. I didn't really want to be in my own tiny, crappy apartment. I didn't want to sleep in my creaky, uncomfortable bed. I knew one thing I would eventually be buying with my “celebrity” money would be a Tempurpedic mattress.

 

I slowly trudged up the stairs to my apartment, dreading it more and more every second. But I paused as I approached my front door, a pink slip taped to the center of the door catching my eye. I felt my stomach begin to ache as I read the words at the top of the page, printed in black, bold letters: EVICTION NOTICE.

 

Well, shit. 

 

Author's Note: hope you guys enjoyed! i know this chapter was pretty much just filler, but i thought it was cute and fun to write. not to mention the cliffhanger..shit's gonna get real so, look out for chapter 19! i'm sorry it's been a little while, school and work are insane and i'm juggling a lot, but thank you for being patient! yall are awesome c:

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