Patrick Stump and His Lawyer Lady (WARNING CONTAINS EROTICA) #wattys2015

Chapter Four: I can't see shit

Chapter Four: I can't see shit

Patrick's POV

I woke up halfway through the night in a groggy confusion. I knew I was in Tony's bed and there was, sure enough, a cascade of dark hair flowing onto my chest. It reminded me of something and I reached for her hand, why was there a wedding band on it? This wasn't how I had seen her sleeping earlier either. I looked at the doorway and Antonia was standing watching me and whoever this woman was with tears starting to fill her eyes.

Oh My God, iI was in Antonia's bed with my ex-wife.

I bolted out of the nightmare in a cold sweat. I had never made it a secret that I was glad to have my unfaithful wife gone but my subconscious must have doubts about me hurting Tony if I was having nightmares like this. I heard Tony stirring.

"Honey, are you alright? Did you have a bad dream?"

I pulled Antonia close to me, clinging onto her as though I was drowning and she was my life buoy.

"Yes, I just had a nightmare but I'm okay. I know where I am and you're here so I am fine."

I felt her kiss my bare chest and curl into me, obviously tired.

"Let's get some rest and talk about it in the morning. I'm on standby for the weekend so you and I can spend some time together."

This and having someone holding onto me comforted me enough to quickly put me back into a calm slumber.

Tony's POV

I woke to my weekend alarm buzzing telling me it was time to go and hit my home gym. I quickly hit dismiss, not wanting to wake Patrick up. The poor man had a nightmare last night that seemed to disturb him so badly that he held onto me for dear life through the rest of the night.

It was then that I actually grasped the full impact of what had just gone through my head. Patrick Stump had made earth shattering... love? to ME and had spent the night with ME, holding onto ME for comfort when he felt vulnerable.

I needed Coca Cola for caffeine and pure, good old nicotine before I could wrap my head around all of this.

I had ample stock of both in the gym and I kept my training clothes there too so I walked straight out to the gym. I chugged my Coke and double clutched my smoke whilst changing then went hard at my abbreviated 30 minute session because I wanted to make Patrick some breakfast and take it to him in bed. I hit play on my gym playlist and ironically, Patrick's voice came through the earphones:

"I've got love flowing through my nightmare girl

Caffeine cold

Caffeine cold

And I can't see shit

Don't breathe life into a monster then

Complain when he destroys it all again"

I yanked the earphones out and threw the mp3 player aside and as i gymed a flood of thoughts came to me.

Last night had been so much more than lust. At least, that's what I felt and, judging by what he had said before we had taken things further, he wanted to try the whole "relationship" thing out. I also was confused at how he seemed to open up to meso easily. Maybe I wasn't used to emotion because of how I avoided it, both growing up and now in my personal as well as professional dealings but when it came to Patrick, his voice had always opened up tender feelings or allowed me to feel pain and now that I was "with" him, I felt this even more so. This could turn out to be a heart breaking relationship or the last one I would ever have because we would end up together permanently.

My 30 minute work out ended quickly and I jumped into the shower, still contemplating how I was going to proceed with this. I decided until I felt secure enough I would leave him to make all the serious moves. I changed back into my shorts that I had to discard when I left for my clients and pulled on a sweatshirt, tying my hair in a messy bun. I knew this would look sexy and started on Patrick's breakfast.