Taking Out the Trash

Dean grabbed another set of glasses and made his version of an old fashioned. Taking his time, he considered what he would tell Kalana. Does he tell her he's the CEO of DP Group or keep it vague. After all, he has no relationship with her, nor is he looking to build one. He just wanted the sex-fx to stop, but he didn't get that either. He returned to the living room with freshly made drinks. Kalana was still there. In fact she didn't even move. She was clearly debating the situation next door in her head. He handed her the drink and sat down.

"Why would he assume I would want a threesome? We've never talked about that? He was like a completely different person. And now he's clearly enjoying himself with another woman. Is he cheating now? What the fuck do I do?"

Suddenly, Kalana had become completely distracted by the theatrics happening. Andy could be heard through the walls, as if he were in the room.

"Suck my dick, you naughty girl!" Andy screamed and you could hear Miss Jess following orders as she choked on him. "Yeah - Take it Bitch! Can you taste that dirty pussy?"

His remarks were completely foreign to Kalana. Her face began to wrinkle at her brows as her look turned to distain. "And what the fuck is that?!? Is she a prostitute? What woman wants to be called bitch?" Kalana questioned looking back eagerly at Dean for a serious answer.

"I take it he never called you 'Bitch' during sex?" Dean asked, knowing this is a very personal question, but at this point, the lines have been crossed.

"No!" She shot back, turning to the drink in her hand, she inhaled the drink again.

"You know, you are meant to sip on this one?" Dean educated.

"Will that erase this day?" She questioned. They both fell silent and Dean handed his drink to her. She accepted without hesitation, only this time sipping the cocktail as instructed. The thunder from next door seemed to have died down. And Kalana broke the silence and let out a big sigh, "I'm so sorry. First of all, I did not know how thin the walls were. Like, I never hear you."

"I'm hardly here. Sometimes I rent it out for the weekend, but other than that. I only come here when I need to be close to the office. I have a meeting in 4 hours." Dean's voice trialed as he turned his head to look at the time.

"Oh my fucking god! You haven't even slept. And… and… and you were supposed to be working. I am such an asshole. I'm gonna go before I make things even worse for you." She was throwing parts of her soul towards Dean to show her sincerity. "I will make you a meal… um… sometime in the future. Once I take out the trash."

"So you made it into FAI based on talent. The rich don't make meals, they buy them." His enlightened tone radiated the room.

"Whatever, here's my number." She wrote her number on the white board at the entryway and charged back towards her apartment.