Busted

Chapter 7

Kevin

I rushed to help her up.

“You’re drunk and I’m taking you home.” I said firmly.

“I don’t need your help.” She protested leaning against me.

I looked round for Brian and Gina. They were nowhere to be found. Probably making out in a corner.

There was no way I was letting Janet go home alone when she could barely stand. I decided to take her home, only I didn’t know her address.

I’ll take her to my place and call Brain to tell Gina where she was. I thought.

I put her arm around my shoulder and half carried her outside the club, then hailed a cab.

She was asleep by the time we got to my apartment. I had to carry her inside.

I wanted to put her in the guest room, then remember it was locked and I didn’t know where the damn key was. I had never bothered to look for it because I’d never used the room. Cursing, I took her to my room and lay her on my bed, then stood looking down at her, while my sexual urge and decency fought each other.

"Have sex with her." Sexual urge screamed.

"She’s drunk she can’t consent." Decency told me.

"But you’re horny! Your dick is going to explode. Do it and pretend she consented." Sexual urge argued.

True I was horny all right, but still I hesitated.

" Rapist!" Decency mocked me.

I went cold. Rapist to me were worse than animals. To think I would become one revolted me.

I sighed, then covered her with a duvet and, not trusting my dick to share the same bed with her, decided to sleep on the couch.

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An incessant ringing noise woke me up from a drunken slumber. I tried to open my eyes but my lids felt as if they’d been weighed down by lead. My head was pounding.

The ringing refused to stop. Groaning I tried again and succeeded. It took me a second to realize I was lying on my couch fully dressed, and the ringing noise I was hearing was the door bell and my cellphone.

I grabbed my phone on the coffee table next to a bottle of Scotch and a glass. It had stopped ringing. I looked at the screen. Thirty missed calls! All from Brian. The door bell started up again. I guessed it was Brian. Angrily I staggered to the door, prepared to let off steam at him for disturbing me.

“For fuck sake Brian!” I began flinging the door open.

“Kevin?”

It was my dad. The sight of him cleared my headache and sobered me up at once.

“Dad, what are you doing here?” I asked surprised.

“I should be asking you the same thing.” He shot back. “ Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”

“Yeah but…” I looked at my watch. 9.30 am! I was thirty minutes late!

My dad pushed his way in and took in the bottle of Scotch, glass and my disheveled appearance. He sniffed and his eyes narrowed.

“What’s going on here?” He demanded.

I was wondering that myself. I vaguely remembered going clubbing with Brian last night. I also remembered coming home and deciding to sleep on the couch after having a quick drink ,but why had I wanted to sleep on the couch? What about my own bedroom?

My heart lurched. I’d come home with a woman and she was sleeping in my bedroom! I broke out in sweat. If my dad found out I was sunk. Hopefully, she was still asleep. I’d have to play this carefully.

“Well?” Dad asked. “ What’s going on? Did you have a party?”

“No of course not dad. I've given up partying. I was working late and just had a drink before bed that’s all.” I lied smoothly.

He seemed to believe me. My phone rang. It was Brian I declined the call.

“Why are you here dad? Hope everything is ok?” I asked.

“I called your office this morning to discuss a certain contract with you, but your secretary told me you hadn’t come in. I decided to drive down and maybe give you a lift to work and we’d discuss it on the way.

“I’ve been working on it all night. I guess that’s why I overslept. Sorry.”

“Its ok. I’m really glad about the progress you’ve made so far-“

My phone rang again.

“Who is it?” Dad asked.

“Nobody important.” I said declining the call again. “So does it mean I get to be permanent co-CEO?” I asked hopefully.

My phone rang before he could answer.

“You better get that.” Dad said.

Damn Brian! I thought.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Kev for Pete sake man! I’ve been calling you for hours. Please tell me you went home with the blonde from the club yesterday!” His voice was loud and panicky. I moved away from my dad.

“Hey Brian, yes I went home with the file and I’ve looked through it.”

“What are you talking about? Who said anything about a file? I’m asking if the blonde you were hitting on last night is with you, her girlfriend is about to have a heart attack worrying!”

“Yes I have the file. Dad is here with me and we are talking about it now.” I hoped he’d be smart enough to get the message.

He was. “ Oh, in that case I’ll see you at the office Kev.”

He hung up.

“Let me go take a shower dad, I’ll meet you at the office.”

“I'll wait. I'm not in a rush.” Dad said sinking into my sofa and pouring himself some Scotch.

Damn! I thought.

I was thinking of how to make him go away when I heard a crashing sound in the bedroom.

“What the hell is that?” Dad asked alarmed.

“Something fel. I’ll go take a look. I said hastily.

A groaning sound followed next.

“Who is in there?” Dad demanded.

I stood staring stupidly, trying to think up a quick lie. But dad was quicker. He stood up and marched into my bedroom before I could stop him.