Exception Part III
Pairing: Kendall Roy x Reader
It was already getting dark when you finished your last mail. Kendall was off to the gala. It got more and more quiet in the office. You loved this time of the day. The light changed and with it your whole mood. There was something superior to watch the changing scenery of the city from high above. You often stayed much later than needed, there was no one waiting for you anyway, just to take in this mood. It made you feel strangely alive. What nobody knew, sometimes you took it one step further and borrowed something from Kendall’s office to get an even nicer view. There was a terrace on top of the building. One needed a special access card to get up there. When you started the job one of your colleagues told you about it. Days later you overheard Kendall wondering “where the fucking terrace card” was - of course he had one, you thought to yourself. But you never noticed him making use of it. One evening, you had just placed some documents on his desk, you saw the card laying there like a tease. Kendall was not in the office anymore. Actually the whole floor was nearly empty. It felt like you did something incredibly forbidden when you took his card. “Just one look. No one will notice” you promised yourself. But once you had started, it became somewhat of a bad habit. The view was way too spectacular to enjoy it only once. You loved sitting there, directly under the night sky and feeling somewhat untouchable. And the more you thought about it you realized that it was never just about the view itself but about having your own secret. It felt somewhat powerful, like no one had control but yourself. It kind of became your happy place and now being back in the office, you decided to make another visit to the top of the building. You deserved it after all. You grabbed your phone and headphones and entered his office. Second drawer on the left, the card was still there. You smiled and took it. There were still some people in the office but no one seemed to notice you anyway. You were alone in the elevator up and when you stepped on the terrace it was as beautiful as ever. New York was laying beneath you and above you the sky turned into the darkest shade while welcoming the night. You took a deep breath, put your headphones on and took a seat. Being above it all for a moment - what a relieve it was. You let your mind wander. “Was he ever able to enjoy moments like this” you thought to yourself. It’s strange to think that he had access to all of this and so much more but still he seemed like the most miserable, the most depressed person there ever was. The sky turned even darker but the city itself was full of light. You had lost track of time but it got chilly up there. You should probably get back to the office, grab your things and make your way home. While entering the hallway you noticed that your office was the only one with light on. You shut down your PC and entered Kendall’s office to return the card. You had just opened the drawer of his desk when you heard something behind you.
“Wrong office huh?”
“Fuuuuuuuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
You turned around. It was Kendall. Leaning on the window. You couldn’t see his face. It was too dark. Then he moved towards you. He came very close. You were between him and his desk. He looked you straight in the eyes. You couldn’t breath.
“Wrong office” he repeated. He was angry. No doubt about that. “What were you looking for huh? Who gave you the order? My dad? Some fucking journalist, who is it?” “Nothing. No. I’m looking for nothing. I actually wanted to return this” you hold the card up so he can see it. He paused. Slightly surprised, he is looking at you again. “Were you up there?”
“Yes. I... I like the view. It’s nice, you know.” Your voice is shaky. You feel weak. “Yeah I know the view. Nice indeed.” His face is directly in front of yours. You can feel his breath while you still barely breath. Kendall’s hand grabs your wrist. His grip is getting firmer while still looking at you.
“It’s not your card is it?”
“No. Don’t have one. It’s... it’s yours.”
“It’s mine.” He nods his head. “So you were kind of stealing were you?” You look at him. Is he teasing you? Is he really angry? Is there a slight smirk on his face? Deep breath. You find your voice again. Louder than you actually wanted.
“It’s not stealing, Kendall. It’s borrowing. I was borrowing your fucking card ok?”
He let’s go of your wrist. His eyes still fixing you. He takes a few steps back.
“Where is that attitude now coming from huh? What’s next? Is it also YOUR fucking office with me just serving in it?”
This was going out of hand. He never talked to you like that and yes, you had never before talked with him the way you just did.
“Listen Kendall, I’m sorry. It was all a bit much for me. I overstepped the line. Yes, I took your card but I promise you I have always returned it. So it was never my intention to steal from you.”
“Always? So this is not the first time?” Shit. Now. It is out of hand. “No. It’s not the first time... I sometimes go up there in the evening. It’s... I just really like it there. Helps me to calm my nerves I guess.” You finally find your breath again. “Kendall, I’m sorry. I will place the card right here, ok?” You put it on his desk.
No response from him. He is still starring. You are not sure what to do. Waiting for him to do something? Leaving the office and never coming back?
“Ok.” He finally moves. “How do you come home now or are you not going home?” “No. I guess I’m going home. I will order an Uber. It’s late.” “The driver is still waiting. He can bring you home.”
“That’s not necessary. Really. You also need him right?” He is starring at you. “No need to worry about me. I will go down with you. Wanted to get out of here anyways.” You both leave the office together. Waiting for the elevator. “I’m sorry Kendall. I am really sorry.” “Stop it. It’s ok. We don’t need to talk about all this again. I’m tired. You are tired. We are both fucked up. Let’s leave it there.” The elevator finally arrives. You both get in. Silence. Awkward silence. You don’t know what to say. It’s a long way down. Outside the car is already waiting.
“You need to bring her home” Kendall says to the driver.
“Thanks Kendall.” You say looking at him. “Get in the car.” And just before moving away he grabs your wrist. So your facing him again. He leans forward, his mouth close to your ear. “And don’t forget whose fucking car it is. It’s MINE. My fucking car, bringing you home.” He let’s go of you without waiting for a response. “See you tomorrow” and then he walks away.
