"You can't, but I can. I'll come back, I just don't know how long it will take for me to get my deposit back for this place. I paid for it in advance for the next two months. The owner seemed to be a little uptight, and I have not been here long enough to get to know how they are as a landlord. It might take me longer than the week that you are wanting to be gone. My work will most likely understand if I tell them about Pa though." I tell Ethan my thoughts, who's sitting there, shaking his head.
"I'm not going back without you. Pa's exact words to me were, 'Do not come back here without Sam.' He told me to make it right with you, and bring you back home. He wants to see both of us coming through his door together, not just one of us. I'm going to keep my word and do as he asked me too." Ethan says firmly.
I can tell by the way he's crossed his arms and leans against the wall, he's made up his mind and he's sticking to it. I sigh, slightly annoyed that he's not going back to take care of things at home.
'What do they both not trust me?'
"Fine..." I grumble and pick up my phone to call my boss. After explaining the situation about Pa, he tells me he understands and wished he didn't have to see me go. That I could pick up my last check in three days if I needed to. I thanked him and agreed to pick up my check in a few days.
"There, one down, one to go." I say sassily, rolling my eyes at the possible outcome of this next conversation with my landlord.
"Sam, is there a problem?" Ethan asks, turning from the box he was packing carefully with pictures, wrapped in towels.
"I really don't look forward to this conversation." I moan, rubbing my face.
"This conversation?" Ethan raises a brow at me, as he stops packing the box.
"Ugh, I don't mean this conversation," I motion between me and him, "I mean the conversation with the landlord."
"Okay, do you want me to help you out? We can go downstairs and talk to them in person?" Ethan tries to help me out.
"No, I will call them first, sometimes they are not in the office."
I dial the number and it goes to voicemail, so I leave a message. I was as polite and to the point as I could be. "Hello, this is Samantha in apartment 2D. I have had a situation arise with family, which requires me to move back home. I wanted to discuss how to go about this, since I will no longer be needing the apartment and I paid in advance my rent. I'd like to know about a refund of the unused proportion of rent. Please give me a call back at ..." I leave my number and hang up.
"No answer?" Ethan has been making short work of any and all packing that needed to get done.
I shake my head, "No, but they should get back to me by the end of the day."
"Where's your rental agreement?" He asks and I go grab it from a drawer in my room.
"Here, this is it." I hand it over after giving it a glance, not fully understanding all of the legal jargon that it was filled with.
Ethan reads it, nodding as he goes. One or two areas he repeats out loud, making sense of the way it was worded.
"Well, " he starts, tossing the agreement onto the table once he's done reading it, "You may have to get that refund in the mail. It says in there that they have thirty days to refund your deposit. They also mentioned a cleaning deposit?" He turns to me in question.
I look up in thought, thinking back to the day I signed the agreement. "Yes," I nod slowly, "because of the fact it's a pre-furnished apartment. The furniture has to be cleaned along with the apartment for the next renter. She said I would get that money back as long as I left the apartment with all the items provided, and they are clean and nothing was stained. Which is the furniture, the pots and pans and a few dishes."
Ethan gives me an encouraging smile, "Well, lets go rent a steam cleaner and we will make sure this place is spotless. I can't believe you're paying that much for this place, and monthly at that."
I shrug, "It's LA, baby. Plus, along with being pre-furnished, I needed a locking garage to keep my dads car in. Twenty four hundred a month bought me piece of mind. I make or made pretty darn good money at the restaurant too. They were one of the few that paid a livable wage for the area and the customers were always generous with tips too when their bills came. So I felt I could afford the price with the hours I worked and the money I made." I stand up and go throw on some shoes and brush my hair out to go rent a steam cleaner.
While we are out and about, we go by some of the places I had discovered so far, and grab some lunch. We head back to the apartment and clean every nook and cranny of the carpet and furniture.
"There's no way you won't get your deposit back now. What could she possibly complain about?" Ethan motioned to the sparkling living room and kitchen.
Nodding, I agree with him. "Oh I think we missed a spot though..." I inform him, as I notice we're both looking like we need a shower.
Ethan turns around, "Where?!"
While he's turned around, I pull my shirt off. "Over here."
I giggle when he turns around and takes in my shirtless body. His eyes brighten as he smiles, giving me his amused grin. "Oh, I see. Is that the only spot you see?" He asks, stepping casually up to me.
"Yes, I've noticed a few dirty spots, maybe you can help me get them clean?" I turn and drop my shorts, baring my ass as I bent over to point at a spot on the carpet.
"See right there, it's still stained..." I remark, hearing the zipper of his pants come down.
He slides a finger over my slit, making my underwear soak up my juices. "Right there?" He feigns interest in the spot, giving it his scrutiny as I peak over my shoulder.
"Yes. I think it needs a deep cleaning." I flick a brow at him and he grins in response.
He hands me the hose and tool to the steam cleaner that is still plugged in. I cock a brow in confusion but he only chuckles and responds with, "Well, show me how it gets a good deep clean."
With a roll of my eyes and a bright smile, I turn back to the stain that is actually there, "Cleanser, please." I stick my hand behind me open, not bothering to look.
A second later, I'm shaking the can with the attached brush to spray foam all over the stain. "First you have to cover the area in the the liquid. Make sure it's properly wet, that way the tool will work properly."
Ethan slides his fingers over my wet panties, rubbing them into my lips. "Oh really? What else?" He asks, sounding so intrigued by my demonstration.
"Well, once it's nice and wet, you use your tool to rub in circles and help work it out." My legs tremble as Ethan moves my underwear to the side and does exactly as I just said. His fingers are moist from my slick, moving in circles around my hole.
I try not to moan as I continue, " You can also use your tool, to move that wetness aside to see if the stain has been taken care of."
I use the scrub tool to move some foam, moving in an up and down motion to scrub the soap back into the stain.
Ethan's hand moves through my lips, rubbing my clit, teasing my hole. "Please go on, you're really good at this." Ethan's smirk can be heard in his voice as my legs begin trembling.
"Once you work it into the spot well, oh... yes.." I moan as he slides a finger into me, rubbing my clit as he did so.
"I think I know how to do that part, what shall we do next to the spot?" Ethan's husky voice, caresses my back, as he leans over to take a closer look at the spot.
Trying to pull myself together, I pant, "Then we will use the steam cleaner to rinse the liquid and suck up the stain, making sure you get it all."
"Oh... like this?" Ethan asks, just as he shoves his cock into me, forcing a cry from my throat of pleased surprise.
"YES! Like that!" I respond enthusiastically, as he begins to fuck me deeply.
He grabs and works his hand into my hair, pulling my head back as he continues to ride me, "Yeah, just like this? So many dirty spots left.... Guess we will have to spend some. More. Time."
He rams into me, his balls slapping against my pussy, "Getting. All the spots. Cleaned up. I don't think you mind though." He works his free hand around my waist and down in between my legs to rub my clit.
His touch does things to me that always send me over the moon, he's so damn talented. I feel guilty for my actions, but right now I am so elated that he's still in my life, too.
"Oh fuck, Ethan!" I can't suppress my cry, with his cock deep inside of me and his touch on my sensitive nub that sends me into oblivion.
"What did the stain not come out? Guess we will have to keep working on it." Ethan chuckles, as he continues to fuck me through my orgasm.