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Hey Guys! New Story :) I really hope you like this one because I got a lot of hate on my last one and… I don't want that to happen again. Anyway, I hope you like it and ENJOY!
Disclaimer: I do not own Sonny with a Chance. All rights belong to Disney.
Second disclaimer: This story is rated M for a reason. Obviously you know this because you're reading it and… all my stories are rated M. ENJOY!
SONNY POV
"Babe!" I called out and dropped my house keys on the kitchen counter.
I could hear the shower running so I figured that he must be in there. I put all my work items down and ran my fingers through my hair, carrying my heels to the back where my bedroom was. I slowed my walking when I saw clothes out in the hallway. Is this my shirt? I reached down and picked up a light yellow blouse. I furrowed my brows and thought nothing of it. When I got into the bedroom, I saw a pair of shorts. I lifted them up and narrowed my eyes. These are way too small for me. He wouldn't… would he? I dropped everything to the floor and hastily walked over to the bathroom, opening the door and almost having a heart attack when I saw Michael and some girl pressed up against each other in the shower. How could he!
"What the hell?" I screeched. They stopped abruptly and his eyes met mine.
"Baby… you're home." He said nervously and stepping away from the blonde, beautiful woman he had been with.
"How could you?" I yelled immediately. I knew why he cheated on me. It was plain and simple. I wouldn't have sex with him so he got in somewhere else. The blonde grabbed a towel and got out the shower with drenched hair while he stood there in all his glory.
"I'm so sorry…" She apologized softly. I gave a deathly glare at her. I could kill her… but I won't.
"Get out." I stammered and then turned my attention to my now ex boyfriend who was putting a towel around himself. "I hate you. Get out."
"Let me explain."
"H-How could you. H-How could you do this to me!" I blubbered.
"Baby, let me e-"
"No, Michael! I'm not your 'baby' There's no need to explain! You cheated on me in my own house! Get your shit and get out!"
(One month later)
"Come on, Sonny. That guy is completely checking you out." Penelope gushed into my ear and then laughed. "He's kinda cute."
"I can't. I'm not a slut."
"We're at Vixen. The hottest guys come here. Of course you can be a slut for one night." Tawni waved my remark off and sipped her drink. "Stop thinking about that douche and have fun."
"No, no… I can't."
"Why not? Michael cheated on you."
"But that's mean for me to use that guy." Portlyn shoved another martini in my face and kissed the side of my head. I'm drunk. Damn.
"He most likely wanted to use you, honey."
I shook my head. "I have to go to the bathroom."
Ugh! Why is everything so fuzzy?
I stumbled into a door that opened up when my body hit it. I can't believe he cheated on me. That goddamn low life cheated on me. I hope Michael rots in hell. The sad part is… I know why he cheated on me. I wouldn't put out after three months of dating. Whatever. I felt the wall as I was going down the dark hallway of the club Vixen. My friends had taken me here after being dumped even though I broke up with him. He practically dumped me by cheating on me and well… I have to pee. They had gotten me so drunk that I'm barely able to hold it anymore. I pushed open the door at the end of the hall and came about a light… and a round table full of men.
The smell of cigar smoke filled my nose. "This isn't the bathroom." I muttered and squinted my eyes.
"Can I help you?" One of them with an accent I couldn't make out came up to me.
My name is Sonny Alexandria Monroe. But my real name is Allison. I live New York. Well, no. I live in the Hamptons in a condo right off the beach. I'm twenty one years old with long dark tresses and brown eyes. I have freckles and a dimple in my chin. I work for a company that manages hotels all over the world. I'm his assistant and I make six figures a year. My parents live in Manhattan which is hours away and my sister is in Rhode Island at Brown University. My three best friends, Tawni, Penelope and Portlyn work with me and live in the same building. Just on different floors. I'm a good person. I never had sex, I help the needy, I donate clothes once a month and I mind my business whenever I have to.
"I was just wondering if a fine gentleman like you can show me to the little girls' room." I giggled and patted his chest. He had long dark hair and deep green eyes.
"Get her out of here, Troy." I heard another one say. I pouted.
"Aw, no party…" I tried to look over the guys shoulder. All I saw was blue eyes glaring into mine angrily with a cigarette in hand.
"Come on, Miss. This isn't a place for you to be."
"Well, why not?" I asked as he led me out of the room. "Is there a secret?" I gasped. "I'm good at keeping secrets." He grumbled something I couldn't here and closed the door behind him.
"Just keep your mouth shut and stay away from here." Troy said gruffly and took me straight to the ladies room.
"Okay, grumpy." I smiled and closed the door in a fit of annoyance. I peed, washed my hands and fixed myself in the mirror. I wanna go home and eat chocolate and cry my eyes out. But my friends won't let me. I exited the bathroom and headed back over to the small couch area that we had occupied but found no one. Where'd they go? I looked around briefly. They might've went to the bar.
CHAD POV
"Which one of you idiots left the door unlocked?" All my men stood around, peering over at each other like they didn't know who did it. "Well?" I rose from my seat and put my cigarette out.
"My fault, boss, I forgot to lock it when I returned." I glared at Houston and strode over to him, sizing him up.
"Do you want people finding out where we are, Houston?"
"No."
"Then be more fucking careful!" I exclaimed and watched him close his eyes in defeat. "You know people are after the mob and you need to be more careful!"
"It won't happen again."
"It better not." I told him in a low voice and backed away. "Where the fuck is Troy?"
"He just escorted that woman back out of here, Chad, take it easy." My sidekick, the closest to me, Grady patted my back and handed me a glass of brown liquid. "Scotch. It'll loosen you up."
I took it from his hand and swallowed it all. I didn't ask to be in a life like this. I was born into it and now I have to embrace it. I'm Chad Dylan Cooper. I'm twenty three years old with blue eyes and short blonde hair. I'm about six feet tall and I'm the only child. I'm known as "The Mob's Boss" and it stuck with me since my father died two years ago. I'm just finishing what he's done. Starting with getting all the money that was loaned to others, back. We don't deal drugs and we don't rob banks. It's more of a loan shark business but it's a dangerous one. If I don't get my money back plus the interest that adds onto it, it's your life on the line. That's the way my father did things and I won't change them.
"Call that Son of a Bitch Greg and tell him I want my money. If he doesn't have it in the next four days, it's his ass."
"But… he's not in America anymore. He flew to the Dominican Republic… last week."
"Well, fly over there and bring him to me." I demanded and placed the glass on one of the tables.
"He's with his family."
"Send my regards to his wife while you're there." I grinned at Louis and picked my gun, sticking it in the back of my black pants and putting my shirt over it. "I'm going home. Don't call me for anything. Have a good night, gentlemen, close up the club."
I exited the private room and made my way through the club. The multiple discreet members of security covered every exit to make sure I got out safe either way. As I kept walking through the crowded club that I opened a few months ago, I smiled to myself. Of course loaning and receiving money wasn't going to be enough to withstand a satisfactory life. I needed another way to get income. My club is really a success. Well, I'm Chad Dylan Cooper. Of course my business would be amazing. I kept inching by people until bam! The whole front of my shirt was wet along with the woman's dress.
"I'm so sorry…" She pleaded with me instantly. Growing angry, I grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards the bathroom, shoving dancing and sweaty bodies out of my way. We made it to the restroom and I checked to see if anyone was in there. Then, I saw her face. That's the same girl that stumbled in looking for the bathroom in the first fucking place. "I-I'm so sorry."
"Who the fuck are you?" Was she sent by someone else just to piss me off.
"E-Excuse me?" She sobered up quick. "I-I was just looking for my friends but I couldn't find them. Let me help-"
"No. Don't help. Who sent you here? Was it Scott?"
"W-What? I don't know who that- I was just looking for my friends." She grabbed a paper towel and started dabbing my shirt. "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry." I wrapped my hands around her wrists and pulled her to me, staring into her eyes to see if she was lying. Her eyes were brown, and she had long brown hair that was extremely curly. I looked down at her dress and smirked. She's got a nice body too. She's curvy in all the right places.
"I'm Chad." She couldn't take my eyes off mine. That's the benefit of having vibrant blue eyes. "You couldn't find your friends." I coaxed sweetly.
"Don't worry about it. You're shirts going to stain." I slowly let go of her wrists and sighed.
"I'll drop you home."
"I can call a cab."
"I'd rather drop you home. It's not safe."
"It probably isn't safe in here." She muttered with a small laugh, taking a few steps back from me and giving me an innocently sexy look mixed with a bit of desire. "I'm Sonny…"
"That's a pretty name."
"Yeah um…"
"Do you want a ride home?"
"Uh…" She looked at the ground shortly. "No, thank you. I just have to find my friends…" She reached out for the door handle, pulling it open but I pushed it closed. "What are you-"
"Let me drive you home. I'm not taking 'no' for an answer, Sonny."
"Fine." She hiccupped. There was no way I was going to let her take a cab when she was drunk so some driver can take her to a different place to take advantage. Then again, she trusts me and it's wrong for her to do that. I led her out one of the side doors of the club and took her to my car. The driver was already waiting with the engine running. She got in before I did and sat uncomfortably. I got in and closed the door, looking around briefly to make sure no one was following. A few seconds later, she was relaxed. "You're friendly."
"Not really."
"And you're the guy that was sitting in that room."
"Close your eyes. You're drunk."
"I'm not drunk." She chuckled and looked out the window as we pulled off. "I feel fine."
"I bet." I rolled my eyes. "Why are you at a club getting drunk?"
"My friends thought I should be wasted."
"Your friends…?"
"Mhm." Happily, she nodded.
"They don't sound like very good friends." I stared at her legs for a brief moment. They're perfect. "Why did they want to get you wasted?"
"My boyfriend cheated on me." Oh, she has baggage. "She was tall and skinny and… a blonde." She said disgustingly. I rolled my eyes. What did I get myself into? "He did it because… I wouldn't put out."
"Why wouldn't you put out?" I smirked and shook my head. She yawned and leaned on my shoulder
"I… wasn't ready." She grumbled slash slurred and stared down at her shoes. That must mean that she's a virgin. "I hate men."
I snorted a laugh. "Wow…"
"Except you because… you're friendly." I should ask her where she lives before she completely falls asleep.
"What's your address?"
"Mm…" She hummed.
"Sonny, I need to know where you live." I lifted her off my shoulder and looked at her. "Sonny?" Damnit, she passed out.
When I got home and everything was secured, I laid her on my bed and took off her shoes. I figured that she wouldn't be relaxed or warm sleeping in a damp, sticky dress so I took it off carefully, slipping one of my plain t shirts over my head and through her sleeves. Sonny stirred but then cuddled with my pillow when I put her under the covers. I don't know this girl and she made me smile just by curling my pillow in her arms. She looks so comfortable in my bed. I set her clothes on a chair near the closet and turned out the lights. She's going to give me hell when she wakes up in the morning because she doesn't know where she's at. That should be fun.
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