Invisible Handcuffs

The next few days were pure torture, at least they were for criminal. I made sure that she was as miserable about this as I was. I figured that I might as well have fun with this is I was going to have to put up with her for the rest of the summer.

“Where’s my lunch?” I asked her.

We were in Scooter’s office going over things for the US leg my tour. Everything was being finalized so that we could be prepared. Of course I had to be here so that I knew what was going on. Honestly, I was hardly paying attention to what they were saying.

I was busy coming up with ways to annoy criminal. She was my personal assistant after all. She had to do what I told her to.

“I don’t know,” she spoke.

She was lying back on the sofa with her hands resting on her stomach. Her hat was covering her face, hiding her from the world. One leg was on the couch while the other was hanging over the side.I had made a joke about her liking to open her legs a little while ago.

“Well you should I told you to get it like an hour ago,”

“It was like ten minutes,”

“That’s forever in my time,”

“Well you’re the only one who’s on your time so it doesn’t matter,”

“Well your on my time too now, so where’s my lunch,”

“I didn’t order it,”

“You didn’t what?!”

“See now isn’t that much worse than not having your food at all, so stop complaining,”

“I would if I had food to put in my mouth,”

“You know what you can do with your mouth……close it,”

“You know what you can do with yours—”

“Alright you two,” Scooter spoke. He stopped typing on his laptop to look up at us.

His face showed how annoyed he was by our conversation. He already knew what direction our conversation was going. It was the same direction it always went it, arguing and more insults.

“Can you take your lover’s quarrel somewhere else?”

My face twisted as I stared at Scooter. I shifted my gaze over to criminal. She was attractive. I hated to say it but she was my type. I would date criminal, if she wasn’t a criminal. The fact that she was a criminal ruined practically any chance of me wanting her.

“I don’t date criminals,” I scowled. I crossed my arms over my chest narrowing my eyes at her figure.

“I don’t do lover’s quarrels and I don’t date complainers either,” she spoke.

She placed her hat back onto of her head as she pulled her phone out of the pocket of her jeans. She looked at the screen before she began to text a reply. She threw her legs onto the floor do that she was sitting up. She slid her phone into her pocket before she turned her hat around backwards. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail once more.

“I’ll be right back Scooter,” she spoke.

She walked over to the door stopping in her tracks. She looked over her shoulder at me expectantly. “Well, are you coming?” she questioned.

I raised my brow at her. “Why?”

“Because it’s your lunch. But if you don’t want to come then I guess I could give it to someone else,”

“Fine, I’m coming I’m coming,”

I rolled my eyes as I stood up. I followed her down the hallway until something began to register in my head. “McDonalds doesn’t deliver,”

She continued to walk towards the stairwell, ignoring my comment. I sped up my pace so that I was walking next to her. “Hello? Personal Assistant of mine,”

She winced at my comment as a scowl formed on her face. I couldn’t help but to smirk at the sight of it. I was beginning to get to her.

“I know you hear me,” I sang in an annoying voice.

“Prove it,”

She pushed open the door to the stairwell, not bothering to hold it open for me. I chuckled as I followed behind her down the stairs. I continued to annoy her as we walk down the stairs. She tried to make it seem as if I wasn’t annoying her, but I knew that I was.

Once we entered the lobby I had to take a second glance at who was waiting for us. It was one of them, one of the guys who was suspected of stealing my car. I didn’t know what to think of them. They didn’t steal my car, or at least according to criminal they didn’t. I couldn’t fight the gut feeling that I had that they still had something to do with it. Despite what criminal had said, I still suspected them.

“Hey New Guy,” she greeted “Thanks for getting the food for me,”

I noticed that there were McDonalds, bags sitting behind him. There were more than two bags, at least six. A tray sat in the middle of the table with the drinks sitting in it.

“No problem. I owe you one remember,” he nodded.

“You owe me way more than one,”

She wrapped her arms around his waist in a hug. He snaked his around her accepting the embrace. They quickly broke apart as his gaze shifted to me. A smirk slowly formed on his face. He put his hands in his pockets as he stared at me.

“You’re not going to introduce me Anna?” he questioned.

She rolled her eyes at him. “I think you guys know each other well enough,”

She grabbed his arm and pulled him over to the table where the food was sitting. “Which bag is his? The sooner he can stop complaining the better,”

“I haven’t said one thing since we got down here,” I added. I walked over to her, stopping once I was next to her.

“And you just love killing those beautiful moments don’t you. New Guy, which bag is his? He’ll stop talking if there’s food in his mouth,”

“New Guy” chuckled before pointing to a bag across the table from her. I quickly reached across the table and grabbed my bag. I quickly put a few fries in my mouth. I was beyond hungry. I had been craving food for what felt like forever.

I could see criminal roll her eyes out of the corner of my eyes. I would have said something to annoy her but I was too busy enjoying my fries to care.

“That reminds me,” New guy spoke. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small stack of hundred dollar bills. He handed the money in criminal’s direction.

I stopped chewing on my fries as I stared at the money in his hands. I couldn’t help but to wonder if he robbed someone on his way here. He was probably just as bad as criminal if not worse.

“DJ sent this for you, and paid for the food,” he spoke.

Criminal scowled as she stared at the money. She smacked New Guy’s hand away. The sound echoed in the nearly empty lobby.

“Tell him to keep his damn money. I don’t need a sponsor, a pimp, or his money in general,” she spat.

He shook his head as he slid the money back into his pocket. “He’ll always think he’s your sponsor. You know this is just his way of making up for,” he gave me a quick glance before looking back at her. “This,”

I raised my brow as I glanced at criminal. She was too focused on New Guy to notice. “I don’t care. This is my problem not his. I’m doing this because I wanted to he didn’t force me to do anything. He needs to get over his self,”

“He just feels bad, even though he won’t admit it,”

“And he should, but it doesn’t matter I’ve already made my decision it’s too late to take it back,”

“Do you want to take it back?”

She fell silent. She looked down at her shoes as she turned her hat back around to the front. “Can we not discuss this in front of him,”

I knew that she was talking about me. I knew that whatever they were talking about, she didn’t want me to know about. This affected me somehow. What they were talking about, somehow affected me, but I didn’t know how.

It took all of my energy for me to not say something to her anyway. Instead, I ate a few more fries to silence myself.

New guy shrugged his shoulders. “You know that things are going to come to the light eventually,”

She sighed as she glanced down at her shoes again. “Don’t remind me,”