Dirty Little Secret

9

Bailey glared at her publisher. She was running on little to no sleep, she had barely eaten and she hadn't drank anything but coffee for a week straight.

She was going crazy, and everyone who dealt with her could tell.

"Hold on, hold on," Bailey put up her finger as if to say one minute, "You had me running myself ragged trying to finish a manuscript..."

She was so angry she had to take a break.

"That wasn't due until next year?"

"I-In my defense that's only a few a months away."

Bailey blinked at her.

"Shut up Kathy. You're making it worse. You don't understand how much trouble you caused me."

She could not begin to understand. After the exhaustion ran out, and she was back to normal she'd back to normal.

Which means people expect certain things of her, that she simply couldn't do.

"I have to go. Keep that manuscript as a spare, and don't dare accidentally, publish it; I'll give you the manuscript by the time it's due."

Kathy nodded silently. Even her gadgets were on silence. She wasn't used to this side of Bailey—no one was.

She'd only seen it a few times, exhaustion took a toll on her, and stripped every pretense.

This was the worst incident Kathy witnessed.

But Bailey was angry at her because she did it in purpose. Though she know she did on purpose, knew that Bailey knew she'd done it intentionally, she hadn't expected that big of a blow up.

Everyone pushes her around, no one expects her to say anything. She won't bow to you, or what do you say, she won't respond.

Usually, it's like she's deaf.

Kathy did the wrong thing at the wrong time, and now she was in her office quaking.

Bailey could ruin her. She could completely ruin her. Bailey got her the job.

She couldn't even touch her devices.

Spencer stared down at the two women.

"Who are you?"

Portia turned up her nose, while Lorelei drooled.

"This is none of your business, young man."

"That's my apartment. So it is."

Portia glanced over him dubiously.

"Where is Bailey?"

"Who?" Spencer played dumb drawing out his phone to text Treasure.

"Mom why would he know her name? "

Spencer froze. "You're right, forgive me. Let me describe her instead."

He hit send, and clenched his jaw.

"He probably didn't even notice her, who does?"

"Can you stop talking ," Spencer commanded Lorelei with a thunderous glare.

He turned back to Portia.

"Hurry up, you're wasting my time and getting on my nerves."

"She's short, frumpy looking, dark, yet horrible complexion, a terrible fashion sense, and—"

Spencer scrunched his phone.

His eyes narrowed at them.

"Why you so concerned her anyway. Apparently you don't like her."

"She's my...daughter." She spat with discontent.

"This is my precious Lorelei."

Spencer scoffed. He had never wanted to hit a woman in his life until this moment.

"You talk about your daughter like that, what kinda person are you," he sneered in disgust.

"I'm sure Bailey," the name sounded foreign on his tongue, and it wasn't faked, "Wouldn't want to see you anyway. Exits that way."

Portia was about to open her mouth, when a familiar pair of heels clanked. Damn it.

"Leave, Bailey isn't here," he said hoping she'd get the message.

She didn't. She kept walking until she got the landing. Calmly, she ignored the two women, and got her key.

Spencer frowned.

"Treasure, I thoug—"

"I'm exhausted Spencer I'm sorry I wasted your time."

He smirked. "It wasn't a waste of time. I did it for you Treasure."

She smiled at him, still not acknowledging the two people in the hall dumbfounded.

She shut the door.

Vince came up behind him, oblivious to the situation:

"Hey, I thought Hot Neighbor was supposed to be away."

Spence shrugged. "And don't call her Hot Neighbor," he glared. "Call her name."

"Bailey."

He smirked at the two women. He so glad Treasure came home early. Now he could tear into these who worthless people.

"By the way, I noticed her right away," he smirked.

Inviting them in his apartment. "Let me tell you how we met before you leave."

He was just so eager to rub it their jealously in their faces.

Because they were are something was wrong about this story, and his interest was insincere, they agreed.

They thought if anything went wrong Bailey would help them.

He shut the door. They jumped. He inviting them to sit on the couch.

Vince was in the backroom.

"I was about a month ago. I was cursing out my cousin on the phone when I felt eyes on me," he smiled remembering.

"I looked at her, and she ran. She was so shy it was adorable. Anyway, that night I was in the alley, smoking. And she came up to me."

Portia loved where this was going.

"And she said do you have somewhere to go?"

Portia grinned harder.

"I was so angry. She was small and cute walking alone in the city, asking people if they need help so I snapped."

"She looked so hurt, I had to apologize. She said she over heard f*****g Vince lost my stuff so she knew I needed somewhere to go."

"Anyway, long story, she put me in a hotel and I found out she was neighbor the next day."

"Nice story right?"

Portia sneered. "It's lie."

Spencer just grinned telling them to leave.

They did. Much to his dismay, he heard knocking the one a few minutes later.

Spencer growled.

"That girl's gonna make you catch a charge,"Vince said.

"It'd be worth it."

Vince didn't reply.

Spencer tried to ignore it, because he knew she could take care of it, but she looked so tired, she needed sleep.

The commotion escalated until Spencer couldn't help it.

He went out into the hallway, seeing Treasure run her temple, while the two worms belittled and insulted her.

They hadn't noticed him so he didn't say anything.

Not yet. Then, Eric arrived on the scene and the situation imploded.

"Hailey?" He looked the other sister, "Lorelei?"

Lorelei smirked.

Treasure looked she was about to crack.

"You don't mind if I borrow your boyfriend do you?"

"Hailey—"

"Your boyfriend doesn't even know your name."

Spencer glared at the wimp.

"Do I have to stab you, for you get the point?"

Eric paled. "Does he live with her or something? He's always there."

"Wouldn't put it past her. How else could she afford all this?"

"Are you that stupid?" Spencer sneered.

Everyone looked at him but Treasure.

"There are two doors on this hall," he started slowly, condescendingly, "She came out from one and I came from the other,"

"Let's count boys and girls. What's 1+1? Don't hurt yourself."

Vince was in corner watching all of it with burrito.

"If somebody say three imma punch 'em the throat. Like, you just getting punched in the throat. It's gonna happen."

"Wow. No answer. Treasure are you sure you're not adopted?"

"If I should be so lucky," she muttered.

"Um, quick question. Why do you get to call her Treasure and everyone else calls her Bailey?" Vince took a large bite of his burrito, "It just seems unfair."

"Her name is Bailey?"

Everyone in the hall looked at Eric.

"Just," Vince almost choked in anger, "Just go somewhere,"

"Me?"

"Oh my f**k, you are so stupid I have to hit you, like it's required," Vince advanced after him, stopping in front Spencer. "Hold my burrito."

Everything erupted again.

"Oh now she has two?"

"Whore."

"Can I interest you two ladies on a chokehold?"

"No takers, okay, lemme give you a free coupon."

"I will call the polic—"

"By the time you do that—"

"Where the hell did you get H from?"

"It was just one letter!"

"It wasn't your letter to put!"

"Shut up!" She didn't yell. She spoke. Every one stopped.

"Who are y—"

"Shut the f**k up."

Her eyes blazed, twitching with anger and exhaustion.

"This is the wrong f*****g day," she stated, chuckled.

"I haven't slept in two weeks."

Lorelei opened her mouth.

"Make a remark and will shove my shoe so far down your throat you'll be shitting Lobutins for the rest of your life."

She looked her dead in the eyes. "Try me."

Bailey gave her fake smile before letting her face got back to normal.

"Moving on. This is where I live. Now in your house, I feel it's respectful to treat you amicably."

"But you're at my house," her laugh was so dark even Spencer took a step back.

"So f**k that. Here's what's gonna happen: You are going to leave and never come back all of you. If you step foot in this building, the castle clause applies."

They were dumbfounded. "It's a law that permits me to shoot you on site without fear of prosecution. Even if you die."

She smiled that thought. Oh how much simpler life would be.

"And if you think I don't have a gun you'd be severely mistaken. I have several."

She pulled her person out and pulled out her favorite pistol.

"Never leave home without it," she smiled, stroking her gun lovingly.

"I have names for my guns. And the only why I could only shoot you and creative, is because that would look like murder."

She giggled.

"f**k with me if you want to," she smiled crazily, her eyes glowing. "Try me. I want you to try me. You think I like you?"

"If you died I would a throw f*****g party. I would have to pay so funeral so... That's not happening!"

She laughed. Her mind was gone. She borderline psychotic, because she had no sleep, no food, no rest, quiet.

"Step foot in the building," she grinned. "That's all I'll say."

Every passing second that she had to up just drive more crazy. She hated these people so....

"Get the f**k out before I putting holes in people."

That got them moving.

"Oh, sorry not sorry b***h," Vince snorted. Classic. "If you think your smart by recording me your not. I paid for all your phones included Eric."

"It wasn't a gesture of good will. I have access to your files, your cloud and everything. It will erased before you can step out of the building."

She turned away muttering. "All I want do is f*****g sleep but no Bailey can't get sleep okay fine. I'll start killing people then everyone is like Bailey why are murdering people like make up yo b***h make up yo mind

She went into her house making everyone flee.

"Or I could I carve it out your head, see I'm too creative for this s**t, I would make the perfect serial killer like, why isn't that my current occupation?"

She forgot to close her door so she was just muttering herself, walking aimlessly her eyes closed.

"I just need sleep the only thing on my mind is sleep and killing people, like should I update my status to feeling murderous? Like it would be punny and it's a PSA, y'know like alert the general public, I'm not cruel ha ha yes I am b***h you woulda thought what is wrong with me, I need help."

Spencer looked at Vince who was cracking up. "That's scary as f**k but it's hilarious," he laughed until collapsed breathless.

"Gimme my f*****g burrito."

"Vince get the hell outta here," Spencer said disapprovingly.

The man pulled up his chin and huffed. "Me and my burrito will go else where, hm."

"Feeling murderous. That's perfect. I need her in my life,"

Spencer frowned at that last bit but shook it off. He had to take care of his Treasure.

First thing he did was shut and lock the door. Peter had woken up, but after pizza and cake, Lia was out cold.

"What happened? I know she didn't want them to know where here. Is she okay?"

Spencer nodded. "She just needs sleep. Sleep and food."

"Here give her pizza. She loves pizza."

Spencer nodded, helping her on a chair.

"Treasure," Spencer whispered.

"that is what you are baby you're my golden star," he stopped her slurred singing. "b***h I'm Bruno Mars."

"Eat this pizza."

Spencer handed it to her. She ate sleepily.

"Cold pizza? Whose mans is this? I'm f*****g Bruno Mars. Show some respect."

"Gotta kiss myself I'm so pretty. What is song is that?

Peter was rolling on the laughing his ass off. Literally. He hit his butt the corner of chair. So he started crying and rolling the other way.

Spencer rolled his eyes. She was going too slow she needed to sleep.

So he picked her up.

"Stop rambling, Treasure."

She pouted. "This my house."

He rolled his eyes. He set her on her bed, tucked her in. Then he got up to leave.

"Wait no. Come back." Spencer gulped she was too tired to take off her clothes. Her blazer gave his a peek of cleavage.

Enough.

Her body was right there. He had to leave.

"Maybe another night,Treasure."

"Please Spencer. I just you to stroke my hair like last time."

Giving in, he sat up on the bed, let her lay on his lap.

She did putting her arms around him resting against his chest.

Right on his c**k. f**k. Anxiously he watched her face. She was drifting off to sleep. Her eyelashes still fluttered a little. Almost.

"What's wrong with me," she murmured sadly."Why does no one want me?"

Her eye lashes fluttered one more time to release a tear. His c**k deflated. He brushed her hair. He hated seeing her like this.

He never wanted her to ask that question again. He never wanted her to have that look again.

"I want you," he whispered fiercely. There is nothing wrong with you. They're just jealous because they are worthless and you my Treasure, you are priceless."