{ #3 } Twisted Moon (MxM || 18+)

Chapter 9 - An Air Of Déjà Vu

Twisted Moon - Book 3 of the Black Moon series - Chapter 9: An Air of Déjà Vu

(Noah's POV - Sun. 1 March 2015)

Could heaven be as comfortable and warm as I am feeling right now? No cold... no pain... just comfort... Ugh, last time I felt like that, I woke up in the guest room of a house I had never seen before and I had to run away like a mad man after I stole some money from its owner. Well, hopefully I don't have to run away from heaven because the only other option I would have after that would be hell, and I have had my share of hellish situations in my short life, I believe! So please let it be nice, cozy and welcoming because I am tired of running away.

Rolling over to my right side, I can't help wincing at the pain shooting in my back; in my whole body as a matter of fact. Well, so much for the no pain... I crack an eye open and I am met with a window through which the grayish daylight is filtering, but this is not the light catching my attention. Holy shit! History is repeating it seems, because I definitely know that room... With a start, I swiftly sit up in the bed and rub my eyes. Damn! Every part of my body is aching! But I don't give it too much thought because I definitely recognize this place. Impossible... I can't be in that same room again! That can't happen! I wasn't even in The Loop area last night! Is that man stalking me? How could he find me on the opposite side of the city?

There is a light snore in the room and as I shift on the bed and tilt my head toward the door, I see a sleeping form in an armchair, right in front of the door. Oh my God!! That's him! That's the man I saw on the pictures downstairs! That's the man I saw near South Madison Avenue the other day!!!  He is obviously deep asleep, his long legs stretched and crossed at his ankles on the floor, his head tilted so that his left hand is providing support with his elbow resting on the arm of the seat while his right hand is lazily laying over his lap. He is wearing black jeans and a grey long-sleeved tee-shirt that tightly hugs what seems to be a fairly muscular torso, though not that big.

His sleeping face doesn't look as hard and cold as it is on some of the pictures and I even surprise myself thinking that he rather looks good... Be honest to yourself, Noah! He doesn't just look good! He is terribly handsome and hot for an older guy!! Yes, if I have to be honest, he is beautiful. His features are just awesome; a strong jaw, nicely drawn eyebrows, thin lips that are surrounded by a moustache and a trimmed beard, a thin nose; and his dark brown hair tied into a bun... it looks so soft and long! And yet, there is still some sort of dark vibe perspiring from this gorgeous man, but not in a bad way... this is weird!

I catch some movement out of the corner of my eye and I nearly gasp when I see that Jess is stirring on my sweatshirt on the floor, yawning as he opens his eyes and looks at me. He immediately jumps to his paws and I bend over to grab him, holding his little body close to my chest and kissing his soft head. I remember I was walking in the cold last night after what happened with those three bastards who used me and didn't even pay for my services. I also shamefully recall that I had decided to drop off my sweet puppy in a shelter but I got too tired to walk and just wanted to sit down for a few minutes on the pavement. I must have fallen asleep and God knows what happened then.

As I push back the comforter to rest Jess on my lap, my heart skips a beat at the sight of the clothes I'm wearing. These are not mine! Oh my God! How did I get into these sweat pants and tee-shirt? I'm pretty sure I didn't put them on myself, meaning that it can only be him; that also implies that he must have seen my horrible body and its scars!!! How did he even dare undressing me!!!? That's... that's just disgusting!! I pull on the waistband of the pants and see that I still have my briefs on, though. Thank God, at least he didn't go there, although I can't be sure because I notice a Band-Aid sticking out. It still annoys me that he took advantage of my unconscious state and I'd better get out of here before he wakes up.