Yes, Mr. Iero.

I went about the rest of my day as usual, filing papers, creating appointment's, canceling appointment's, just lots and lots of boring things. I mentally groaned at the amount of paperwork I had been slacking off on. I guess my work ethic still hasnt improved since high school. Oops.

"Gerard, do you need to stop by your house to get anything before the party?" Mr. Iero called from his office.

"No, sir, not that I know of," I said truthfully, I still could hear how wrecked his voice was, I smirked.

"Come on then, lets get going," he got up sliding his chair under his desk. "Oh um- and you can call me Frank, 'sir' makes me feel old." He laughed a bit.

"Alright si- I mean Frank." I blushed at the slip-up, he let out the cutest giggle I have ever heard.

He pulled me up from my desk, tearing me from my unfinished work, and dragged me to the elevator. The moment the doors closed he startled me with a lip crushing, forceful, passionate, and lusty kiss. I moaned into his mouth by his sudden display of dominance, he bit my lip animalisticly and drew blood.

"You have no idea how long I've waited to do that," he said in between kisses, before shoving his tounge into my mouth.

I couldn't formulate the words to reply the only thing I could manage was a slutty growl. As soon as the elevator stopped Frank pulled off and straightened up, leaving me a horny panting mess. I stumbled out of the elevator and followed him clumsily to his car.

"The damn tease." I internally cursed.

I stepped into Franks amazing, sleek black Lamborghini Aventador, damn, just damn. After driving for a while I began to be curious as to who this party was for,

"Uhm- Frank? Who is releasing an album?" I asked quietly and timidly,

"Oh its for The Used, you've met Bert McCracken, haven't you?" He asked with a slight frown, my blood ran cold.

"Oh yes, many times, he comes to your office furious without an appointment frequently." I lived with the guy for Christ sake, I was breaking so many rules right now.

"Bingo. That's the one." His jaw clenched.

"I know I am out of place , but may I ask what the problem between you two is?"

"For one, he runs a whore house," I know, I lived in it. "Hes a violent asshole," every time you deny him something he takes that wrath out on me. "He is extremely demanding with no regards for the other person, or their needs." I'm aware, he stripped me of every bit of self-respect I had. "And last but not least, he manipulates people for his own sick benefit." He broke me, I was only 15, if only I could tell you. If I did, would you help me? Would you even Care? Probably not.

"Ah, I understand." I said shaking slightly.

My life couldn't get any worse.

Notes

Dramaaaaaaa omg I'm really excited about this, here's a little insight about Gerard's life. Wooo so excite, Even More drama next chapter.

Until the next night, My Killer Kittens.