Pain and Pictures

Chapter 10- Another

Darkness. Everywhere.

Sirens. Screaming.

Dank, dirty air.

Can't breathe.

Pain. All over.

Darkness.

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I woke up in a cold sweat. Taking in giant bursts of air. Shaking from the constant nightmare that plagued me.

"Jordan? Are you alright?"

Her small hand on my back, softly stroking. Violet stared at me, concern in her tired eyes.

"Yeah. Sorry. Just... just a nightmare. No big deal."

"It didn't sound like no big deal. You were screaming. It scared the shit out of me, to be honest."

I rubbed my eyes with my hands and tried to steady my breathing.

In. Out. In. Out.

"I'm sorry, Violet. Really. It happens. I should have warned you. But with everything else, I didn't think."

"It's fine. Are you hungry? Lance went to the chemist and is also picking up lunch. I told him to get something for you, but I didn't want to wake you to ask your preference. You might get you a shit sandwich, for all I know."

I looked at her in horror, but then saw the teasing smile tugging at her lips.

Her lips. Damn, they looked good. I was hungry alright, but not just for food.

Since when do I look at a woman's lips?!

"Um, yeah. I could eat. Isn't it a little early for lunch though?"

"You've been asleep for awhile. It's half three, I've just woken myself, but I needed some food."

Half three? What the hell did that mean? I looked at the clock next to the bed and saw it was 3:30pm. Oh, that.

"Wow. I guess we both needed extra sleep. Shit. We'd better get started!"

I pulled back the covers and heard a sharp intake of breath. It only took a second to see what had caused it.

I was hard. Rock solid. And just in pajama pants, so there was no hiding it.

"Shit. Sorry. Again."

I cupped my dick and scrambled for a shirt that would somewhat hide it. I was going to have to take a cold shower. Or, she already knew I was a wanker, I could just do that.

"I'm, um, going to take a shower now."

Her face was bright red. Her breathing was shallow. She was turned on!

"Unless you want to help me?"

She gasped, like she hadn't realized she'd been staring at my crotch.

"What?! No! God, you're a pig! Take care of it yourself! Ugh!"

With that she stomped out of the room. But as I went to take my shirt off again, she reappeared.

"Also, I'm still not feeling well, we're going to have to wait until tomorrow."

"What?!"

She'd bolted again and this time I heard a door slam shut.

Shit!

Another day? Another night here?

This was not okay!

I needed to be job searching. Which, in my line of work, meant going to every print publication in New York. A phone call or email isn't enough. I had to bring copies of some of my work, and hope they didn't know everything about me. They would though.

I'd made the news after the..... incident, but unfortunately it wasn't in a good way. Getting hired on anywhere was going to be difficult. But I was up for it.

Speaking of 'up for it'.

Even with her storming off and subtle reminders of what happened just over a year ago, I was painfully aware of my hard on.

Cold shower it is.

I grabbed my overnight bag and went into the restroom. I'd been in here last night, answering the call of nature, but I hadn't looked around much.

It was small, but modern. I was sure the master bedroom had to have its own restroom, so this one was for the good sir knight and her PA. I'm guessing that's why it's just a shower, no tub. The odds of him fitting in one are slim.

Right as I step under the water, I hear a loud noise, probably the front door. Then a man's voice calling out. Lance must have gotten back with lunch.

Just then I remembered the scene from early this morning. Victor, Violet's brother, was here. Or was he? Did he leave? What was his deal, anyway. He seemed to take the role of big brother very seriously. Was he older? Ugh, I was too uninformed. Not a place a journalist likes to be.

When my cock finally calmed down, and I was clean, I got out. I'd brought clothes into the bathroom with me, envisioning stepping out naked and having a giant bodyguard shoot my nuts off. Shudder!

When I joined the others in the kitchen, I saw that Victor had left. Violet and Lance ate, what looked like, a gourmet meal. Then I saw my food.

A Micky-D's Happy Meal.

It was a hamburger. Plain. Dry. Gross.

He really did get me a shit sandwich.