Michael

"So can you do it for me?" I ask David.

David had done his usual barging into my office whenever he damn felt like it. Since he was my closest friend, I didn't bash his head in like, I would do any other fucker who tried me like that.

"Mm-hmm. Don't try changing the subject. What's going on with you and Shrimpy?"

"I hate when you call her that and nothing is going on with me and Hannah. I'm just taking her to the party because she is my assistant. Nothing else."

"I know damn well you're not taking her because she's your assistant. Y'all fucked, didn't you? You can't hide anything from me." He replies with a smirk.

So damn nosey.

As corny as it sounds, Hannah was different. I don't know how or why, but she just was. Normally I only allow one-night stands and nothing further, not even a call. But with Hannah, I was the one that suggested this whole sex arrangement.

All day I had been stressed and anxious about what her answer would be when I asked her. Now after she said yes, I was nervous again, which was fucking with me. I didn't like this feelings crap. It was weird and unusual to me.

"Yes we are, but that's not what I'm worried about."

I stare at him seriously after saying this and he stares at me skeptically, as if he was trying to figure something out. This was the quietest David had ever been. He never shuts up. Ever.

Once he is like this for more than a minute, I can't take the silence anymore. "What? What are you thinking about?"

"You like her, don't you? Not just get in her pants for the night like her. You actually like her, don't you."

"What? Why would you say that?"

"Well, for starters, most of your assistants didn't even last a week. Most women only get a one-night stand with you. Lastly, I mean look at you. You're practically blushing every time I bring her up."

"Man, I don't have to deal with this you. Interrogating me and shit. Can you help me or not?" I reply, becoming irritated.

David begins laughing as if that was all he needed. He leans forward in the chair in front of my desk.

"Yeah man, I'll do it. Basically, I'm her butler-slash-designer, right? As if Jules can't do that, but whatever. I'll see you at the party."

"Oh yeah, what's going on with you and Blondy? You want to play detective with me, huh? What about you?"

"Right, right. So I'll see you at the party." He replies, nearly running out of the office to avoid answering the question.

"I'll find out!" I yell after him with a grin.

Well, at least I got him to leave.

Hannah

Saturday rolls by faster than I thought it would. I learned that the party Micheal invited me to wasn't just some small get together. It was in fact a business party, that was all over the internet and magazines. Apparently, I'm the assistant to one. of the richest men in the city, who own at least a dozen hotels, and other places I don't even remember.

I honestly don't even know how I was able to get this job. I'm a designer, not an assistant. Technically, I'm not a designer since no one has ever hired me, but that is my dream. Every day when I'm done with my work, I draw and sketch things that could be added to some of his hotels, or other hotels. I don't dare show him though. It's just not good enough for that. I've never even shown Jules any of my designs.

Trying to figure out something to wear for the party, I groan when someone knocks on the front door.

"Open up shrimpy! It's time to get this party started. Your gal pal isn't here so, it's going to be me today!"

I know who it is immediately after they say, 'Shrimpy'. I set the outfit I had decided to wear on my bed before opening the door.

"David?"

"Hey shrimpy, long time no see." He greets, hugging me tightly for a few seconds before stepping inside the house.

I close the door behind him. "Seriously, it was one time. Do you really have to call me that?" I ask, walking away.

David began calling me 'Shrimpy'. After one day, he showed up at Micheal's office without him or me knowing. Micheal wasn't there, but I was eating lunch. I had gotten a shrimp combo, and it was so good I devoured it. After a minute, I started licking the plate.

When I was finished and went to throw it away, he appears put of nowhere laughing hysterically. Now he is torturing me with that very embarrassing moment.

"Sorry Shrimpy, but I will never stop calling you that. It's alright though, everyone licks a plate or five now and then."

"Oh, just shut up and tell me why you're here. Does Brick, I mean Micheal need me or something?"

"Aww, you guys have nicknames for each other. Gross."

"He has a nickname for me? What is it?"

"I guess you'll never know."

David and Jules both have that weird and irritating thing of saying something important and leaving me hanging with the information on it.

"Anyway, I came because your dumb ass boyfriend wants me to help you."

"He is not my boyfriend and with what?"

"To make sure someone to help with all that feminine crap gets here. You know, makeup, clothes, and all that other shit."

"First, it's not just feminine. Second, I am very capable of dressing myself. Thank you very much."

"Yeah sure, whatever you say, but I didn't drive all the way up here just for Mike to kick my ass, for you being stubborn."

I knew Micheal would most likely actually kick his ass so with a sigh I agree.

"Alright fine. What time are they coming? I'm sure he has already hired them."

"I think they should be here in about twenty to thirty minutes. I'll just make myself at home," He replies, literally making his self at home. He puts his feet on my table as he sat on the sofa.

"Maybe I should give you a nickname. Since you won't let go of this one, I need to find one for you. It has to be really embarrassing." I say from the kitchen.

"Try it Shrimpy. You don't have anything on me. I never embarrass myself. Ask your friend."

I laugh at that, knowing it is most likely a lie. "Sure David, what's going on with you and Jules, anyway?"

"That's what I'm trying to find out. Ask her for me, alright? Just like don't make it obvious, though. Make it seem like you're asking, not me." He responds, walking into the kitchen and sitting on the counter.

"Okay, I'll ask her." The doorbell rings after I say this and I rush to the door. As I am about to open it, David appears in front of it.

"Woah, slow down there Shrimpy. It's just my burger."

"You ordered a burger? What th-" I cut myself off, opening the door to make sure.

Yep, a door dash employee is at my door.

David pays the man, makes a corny joke and closes the door behind him.

"I see why you and Michael are friends. You guys literally just do whatever the hell you want and don't think twice about it." I mumble, walking into the kitchen. The door bell rings and I shake my head.

"Let me guess, you ordered a drink to go with it?"

"No Hannah, that's the people, silly goose." He says, rolling his eyes at me, before going to get the door.

"You are just as annoying as him. You guys are a perfect match." I roll my eyes and follow him.

About three or four women come inside with multiple makeup bags and racks of dresses. I had never seen so much designer in my life before. I was baffled.

"Woah."

"I know. Her ass is fat as hell," David says, biting his lips.

"No dummy. The dresses." I respond, kicking his knee.

"Oh right. Yeah, the dresses are cool."

I walk over to the women and they tell me to sit in a chair. After a few minutes, David yawns and walks to the door.

"Alright, Shrimpy. I did what I was told to do. I'll see you at the party. That is if your boyfriend even lets me. Possessive ass." He says, opening the door.

"He's not my boyfriend David!"

"Potato, potato." he replies, walking out.