When Worlds Collide

Chapter 7

I finally arrive at the hospital. It felt like a taxi ride from hell, since the driver drove like a psychopath and I was already on edge with everything going on with Calvin.

"Good evening. My name is Katherine Styles. I'm looking for my friend, Calvin Stark," I rush out in a shaky voice. The woman at the reception desk is a tall, redhead and looks friendly enough.

"Oh, you mean Mr. Oh-my-god-I-broke-my-foot?" She asks, her voice laced with humor.

"That would be the one," I say as I sigh with relieve. At least now I know that he is okay, with the way she rolls her eyes at the thought of him. It's clear she doesn't like all his theatrics.

"Okay, well first off - his foot isn't broken. I have never seen anyone overreact that much... The doctor actually discharged him a while ago, he's in the waiting room. We gave him some pain meds, so make sure he takes those 3 times a day. If he just keeps his foot elevated and take it easy for a while, he will be just fine."

"Thank you so much," I smile at the nurse before heading to the waiting room. It's clear that she's not going to join me in there... I think she has had enough of Overdramatic-Cal for today.

It feels like a weight has been lifted from my chest now that I know Cal isn't seriously injured. I take a few deep, clensing breathes before heading into the waiting room.

"Katherine!" Cal calls out before I even spot him sitting in the corner, alone at the back with a bandaged foot. "Thank you for coming Kath. You are a lifesaver. I know you were on your date," I give him a stern look, "okay sorry, 'lesson' with Trevor... but I didn't know who else to call." His face drops. Things have been tense between him and his family for the past couple of years, so I'm really the only family he has right now.

"It's fine Cal. You aren't just my best friend, you're family and I know you would have done the same for me if the roles were reversed. But lets get you home. I've already been briefed on your injury and treatment and I think that redhead nurse hasn't taken a particularly strong liking to you."

"Yeah, she is so rude, I don't know why she even bothered becoming a nurse - she clearly doesn't enjoy helping the ill and injured!" He says the last part loud enough so that she probably heard him all the way from the front desk.

With an eye-roll I help him up, while trying to stifle a laugh. It is hilarious seeing Calvin, the huge hunk of man that he is, needing crutches to walk. And ontop of that, I don't think he actually knows how to use his crutches properly - he's basically slowly stumbling his way out of the hospital.

As I pass the red haired nurse keeping a short distance behind Cal (so that I'm close to help him if he struggles too much), I give her a small smile of gratitude for sticking it out with Calvin for as long as she did. She returns my smile but hers is more of a better-you-than-me-sister smile. She really doesn't like Calvin.

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At home Cal immediately doses of as soon as his head hits his pillow. The poor thing. I don't know if he is completely drained by the long day he has had, is under the influence of the pain medication, or if it is a mixture of both. It's probably the latter.

When I finally snuggle under my covers, I realise that I am exhausted as well. But every time my eyes flutter shut, all I can see is Trevor kissing me, trapping me against the counter, rubbing his knee against me. Ugh, you should have stayed. My inner goddess chastises me. No, her friend needed her. She did the right thing. My subconscious tries to stand up for me.

Brushing them both aside, I decide to call Trevor.
He answers after the second ring. "Hey, how are you?" He asks concerned but there is a undertone of something in his voice... But I'm not sure what it is.

"I'm okay, thanks. Cal just injured his foot, but he's asleep now. Sorry about skipping out on you tonight. I really enjoyed it. We should definitely take a raincheck and finish what we started some other time." I say blushing. Who knew exhaustion made me so brave. I'm never usually one to use innuendos.

There is a sharp intake of breath on his side of the line. "I'm free now," he whispers seductively. All the blood in my body rushes south and I can already feel the moisture starting to form between my thighs. Shit, how can his words alone make me react like this? And they weren't even dirty words!

"I can't come to your place now, it's like 11pm," I say a little bit confused and disappointed.

"Who said anything about coming to my place? What are you wearing?" Oh my, is he suggesting what I think he is suggesting? Phonesex!?!

"I'm wearing black panties and my old college sweatshirt. You?" Okay Mr. Matthews, I'll play this game with you.

"Fuck, I bet you look amazing sprawled out on your bed right now. I'm only wearing boxer briefs."

My blood sings in my veins and I can imagine Trevor only in his underwear, all naked skin and rippling muscles.

"Do you want to do this?" He asks softly. Do I? Yes, I do. I'd do anything with and for this man.

"Yes," I reply, my voice shaky with excitement. I've never done anything like this before.

"Good. Now do exactly as I say. Touch yourself Kath," he says commandingly. I put the phone on speaker and place it beside my head on the pillow.

I slowly reach my hand down and slip it into my panties. "Okay," I reply, my voice small. I've never done anything like this... but so far I kind of like it?

"Don't overthink this Kath. Just close your eyes, rub yourself and pretend it's me." I do as he says and start rubbing slowly over my sex in small circles.

"Mmmhh," I moan, imagining it's his long, skilled fingers making me feel this good.

"Yes, baby. Moan for me," he encourages me on. I can here him starting to pant on the other side of the line. Oh my, he's touching himself too!

"Your hand feels so good wrapped around me baby," he breathes, his voice dripping with the pure pleasure he is bringing himself.

"I'm so wet for you Trev," I cry out, quickening the pace of my hand's rubbing. My legs start to stiffen and shake as I've almost reached my climax.

"Come for me, Kath," Trevor eggs me on and his dirty words are enough to tip me over the edge. I come all over my hand, screaming out Trevor's name multiple times. Like my own little montra.

He quickly follows,"Fuck, Kath." And then he is quiet. The only sound is our rapid breathing, beginning to stabilise.

"How was it?" he asks sounding more relaxed than before.

"Amazing." I breathe into the phone.

"For me too," He says. I can clearly hear the smile in his voice. I wouldn't have thought he'd be into this sort of thing. I only really know the businesslike, well organised side of Trevor. I guess he likes to play as hard as he works - if not even harder.

"So Trev, hah?" He sounds amused.

"What?"

"You called me Trev two times tonight. You're the first person to ever give me a nickname. I kind of like it," he sounds like a little boy who just got the present that he has been asking Santa for all year.

"I like it too. But we should probably try to get some shuteye before work tomorrow... Good night Trev."

"Good night Kath," he says and then hangs up.

Oh my, I can't believe I just had phonesex with Trevor. I can't believe I just touched myself! What is this man doing to me?

He's letting you be yourself. My subconscious says as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

I place my phone next to me on the night stand before drifting off into a peaceful sleep, filled with an attractive, blue eyed man.

A/N

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~Izzy