Victor McNemara is still dealing with his new reality. He has a son, his engagement has been revoked, and his career is in shambles, going from CEO to a co-owner of a small start-up company. On top of that, his best friend leaves his side due to som...
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Superpowers.
I cursed whoever put us on this planet and didn't even bother to give us some superpowers. Like invisibility. Or the ability to manipulate time. Or someone's mind. How fast was one able to master hypnotism?
What the hell was I supposed to do with Victor being in my little hotel apartment, waiting for me to get ready and explain myself to him?
I wanted to run away as soon as he left the room. If it wasn't for the state I was in, and Andrew's grip on my arm, I would have probably done just that.
Oh, my god. Oh, my god. Oh, my god.
Victor knew. He saw me. He saw Drew. He saw the mess in the room. He saw what a mess I was. I was in deep shit. I was done for. Our friendship was over.
No, no, no.
Please, be just a dream. A terrible nightmare.
Wake up. Wake up. Wake up!
"Nelson!" Drew's voice brought me back from the black hole my mind was slowly spiraling towards. He was shaking me and staring at me, worry written all over his face.
"Are you okay? You look like you just saw a ghost. Should I go and kick him out after all? I'm good at that if you forgot by any chance," he said, looking towards the door Victor closed behind himself just seconds ago.
God, the face he made. The hurt, anger, and confusion were so painfully visible there I thought he would explode.
He couldn't have had worse timing.
The morning started beautifully. I woke up, hurting all over but satisfied and peaceful as I hadn't been in a long time. Andrew was still sleeping, snoring softly next to me, and I couldn't help but smile at that. He looked so different when he slept. Almost like a soft teddy bear, compared to his bouncer-self I met in the club, and his demanding and fiery persona I got to know during our night together.
I had never felt so good after a one-night stand. And it was one hundred percent thanks to Andrew and the fact he was such an attentive, sweet, and at the same time passionate and possessive lover. He made me feel wanted. Made me feel hot and deserving of being loved, even though what we did was far from loving.
I couldn't believe being on the receiving side could feel so good. Of course, it hurt like hell at first. Despite his almost one-hour-long foreplay and preparation, it was very painful when he first entered. He was just too big for a first-timer like me. But he was patient and so, so careful and mindful that it didn't take long, and we were going at it like rabbits. And I enjoyed every second of it.
I got what I wanted. I was thoroughly fucked.
And it was the best sex of my life. Even my night with Victor couldn't compare. We were both drunk then, and the act itself was so much messier and chaotic. The night with Drew was like a dream.
