To My Rescue

Gray

After work, I join Sam and the other interns at the club. He had texted me the time and place earlier at work. I left while Mark was still in his office busy with work. I am still sad, but I think that the drinks will be a good thing and help to take my mind off of things. My father is away for business as usual. He left this morning, so that means I also have the house to myself.

I step into the club, there are a lot of people outside trying to get inside but since Sam is at the door waiting for me, I can skip the line. The music is blaring and the strobe lights with different colors are shining on us. Sam takes my hand in his and he leads the way toward the VIP Section.

“VIP section huh?” I call out to Sam over the loud music. He looks over at me.

“Yes.” he winks at me. We reach our table and the other interns are already seated with their drinks.

“Hey,” I say. They all greet me, I take a seat next to Sam and Amber.

“So how is it being an assistant to Mr. Stern?” Amber asks me with her drink in her hand.

“It’s pretty stressful,” I say because it kind of is with my crush on him.

“I can imagine it would be working for someone as hot as him.” She shakes her head as if imagining it.

“Would you like a drink?” Sam asks me.

“Yes, Margarita please,” I say. A huge part of me is still feeling sad. Maybe I won’t even be good company with them. Sam calls a waiter over, and he places our orders.

“I’m happy that you could join us,” Sam says, “with Mr. Stern always showing up spoiling the fun of getting to know my friend more.” He smiles.

“I agree.” I say “He annoys me when he does that, I think we should hang out more often outside of working hours.” I shrug.

“I won’t say no to that,” Amber says. Then she turns her attention back to Jonathan, one of the other interns. He seems to be more on the quiet side. He is handsome though, with black-framed glasses. Our drinks arrive and I take a sip of mine.

“I cannot wait for this week to end. Web designing has become more demanding now at Sternpoint. Today Mr. Stern was in a very bad mood. He usually returns my greetings when we walk past each other, but this is a side of him that I never thought he had.”, Amber says.

“I was at work before him today. He was in a heated argument with someone on the phone when he arrived. I’m not sure what it was about, I couldn’t hear what was said. He looked frustrated when he entered his office and his mood was different after. I say.

“I wonder if there isn’t trouble in paradise?” Amber says in thought.

“What do you mean?” I ask her, curious to know.

“I’m just thinking, either trouble in paradise or someone screwed up work-wise,” she says. Well, I know that Mark doesn’t have a girlfriend or wife, because they would have mentioned it to me by now but both Mark nor my father haven’t.

“Well, I know he works hard, so that could be it,” I say.

“Remind me to not be in his sight when he’s in such a mood, it’s better to steer clear,” Amber says.

After a while, we ordered more drinks and I was feeling tipsy already. We laughed and enjoyed each other’s conversations. I was enjoying myself. " Isn’t that Mr.Stern?” Sam asks, pointing in the direction where he sees Mark. I look in that direction and there Mark is, walking past our VIP section talking to another man, but he doesn’t see us. All of my happiness just disappeared because I’m reminded of how he treated me today.

As tipsy as I am, I get up from my seat. Our VIP sections are upstairs, so the bar is downstairs. I am going to get myself another drink. “I am going to the bar to get another drink, I need to walk around a bit.”, I say to Sam. He just nods but still looks at me with concern.

I walk purposefully past Mark’s VIP Section because I can see them sitting there. I keep my gaze ahead of me as I walk past. Before I get to the bar, I feel a hand grip my arm. Immediately I look around and I look up into Mark’s infuriating gaze.

“What are you doing here?” he grits through his teeth. “Have you been drinking?” he asks.

“I am here with friends and, yes, I have been drinking,” I say.

“You should go home,” he says, still gripping my arm.

“I am not a child anymore, and you cannot tell me what I can or cannot do.”, I yank my arm free from his grip.

“Your father is out of town so, I will keep an eye on you,” he says.

“Wow, after all these years?” I scoff. He looks hurt, but I don’t care at that moment.

“I am here now, am I not?” he says.

“Too late for that now,” I say. I start to fall over my feet, but Mark holds me in place.

“I think I should get you home,” he says.

“No, I want to stay. My friends will worry about me.” I say.

“I will take care of it.”

“Everything okay?” Sam is now by our side.

“Gray-Lynn has had too much to drink so I am going to take her home. I will take her car.”, Mark says.

The next thing I know is that I am being thrown over Mark’s shoulder, my ass in the air. I just enjoy this moment because Mark is carrying me and he will be taking me home. With my dad gone, we will be all alone.