Bad Seed

This job was so much more than being a simple personal assistant. I was the man’s life-gatherer. I gathered up the pieces of his life he scattered about all over the floor on a daily basis, I put them back together in some sort of fashion, then I was off to coordinate the next thing. I was being paid an exorbitant amount of money, sure, but I would gladly take a pay cut just to rest for a bit.

Sometimes it was too much, and not having a proper hotel room to sleep in was making things worse.

The show was as loud and thumping as it could have been. I took a cab over to the hotel everyone was staying at just to make sure they didn’t have an extra room. They were all booked up and I blinked away my tears, cursing the night I was going to have to spend on that damn bus again.

After the show, my job was to make sure Drake got to where he was supposed to be. No partying on the bus, no allowing the guys to rope him into drinking. That was step one of my plan. I had to get Drake away from all the influences that caused his drinking to get worse. The target for reigning an addiction in

wasn’t to stop completely, or even to get the person to admit the issue. It was simply to remove the triggers from their life that caused them to indulge in the first place.

And his band members? They needed to be the first to go.

“Let’s get you to your hotel room,” I said.

“I’m goin’ out for a drink with the guys,” Drake said.

“Nope. You’re going to your hotel room and going to sleep. We’ve got an early morning and the bus has to be cleaned down.”

“Who the hell’s cleaning the bus down at eleven o’clock at night?” he asked.

“The only people I could get to touch your bus while we were in town. I’m taking you back to your room so you can sleep, then we’re off again in the morning around seven.”

“Wonderful,” he said.

I dropped him off then told him I was going to park Hank’s car, which he allowed me to use to get Drake back and forth. I swung through a drive-thru fast food joint to get a drink and some fries, then I was off to the bus. Even though the bathroom was small, I was looking forward to a shower and a good night’s rest.

Just me, hot water, cold soda, and resting in the big bed at the back of the bus.

The hot water felt good against my skin as I allowed myself to relax. Finally, the sound of silence. That had been hard to come by so far, and I was grateful there were only four concerts. I wasn’t sure if I could handle anymore with this rowdy crew, especially with the plans I was going to be implementing with Drake. I wanted to help his drinking. If I couldn’t get him to stop, I at least wanted to get him to see that he had a serious problem.

No substance should be used as a coping mechanism. Ever.

I shut off the water and allowed the steam to waft around my body. I reached for a towel and wrapped it around me, trying to ignore the fact that it smelled like Drake.

The bathroom door opening caused me to whip around.

I saw the steam trickle through the door around a tall figure I instantly recognized. Drake was standing there, with his brooding stare and his devilish grin. He was looming over me as he stood in the doorway, blocking my only way out.

“What are you doing here?” I asked

“Forgot my bag,” he said.

I heard something drop at his side as my eyes fell to the contents on the floor.

In a flash, his arms were around me, holding me close to him as his lips descended onto mine. someone would see.

His grip on me tightened as his lips slid down my neck. I felt myself caving in to him as my towel began to inch down my body. His arms were strong around me. His muscles were twitching underneath my fingertips. I went from pushing him away to tugging on his flannel shirt, hoping to get him closer to me as his lips met my ear.

“I saw you pleasuring yourself on the bus yesterday,” Drake said.

I felt my blood run cold as my eyes widened.

“I heard my name fallin’ from your lips again,” he said.

I was mortified. His eyes lifted to take in mine as I felt tears cresting them. He pressed a small kiss to the tip of my nose, his beautiful eyes never leaving mine. He pulled me from the bathroom as my towel fell to the floor, my body now naked in front of him.

His eyes scanned me as he backed me toward the bedroom, pushing me to the bed as he kicked the door closed.

“Jesus, you are beautiful,” Drake said.