〰 Take a redhead that uses her assets to get her way in business, a curly nanny who believes in true love, a dark-haired, drop-dead gorgeous stripper and you've got a curved t(h)reat.
Then add a nerdy personal trainer, a tall, dark and handsome bo...
I wake up with a throbbing headache and a mouth and throat that feel like I've been eating sand. Ugh. I drank way too much last night. And I just know I've shared personal shit with Conan.
Stuff I wouldn't normally share.
Fuck I think I even cried.
And that picture... Ama...
I close my eyes and try to ignore the raging erection I woke up with. But closing my eyes doesn't help. She moves in the darkness behind my eyes. She smiles, dances, kisses.
Damn, I'm so hard it hurts. I keep my eyes closed and imagine her fingers around my erection, stroking it slow but firm. I moan a little as I imagine her lips around it and feel the cum flow over my fingers.
Fuck me that didn't take long. I can only pray and hope that if I ever have the pleasure of her lips around my penis, I'll last a little longer.
A soft knock on the door makes me pull my hand out of my boxers fast. My heart is pounding in my throat and I start praying. Please don't let it be Laura. Please don't let it be Laura. Please do-
"Are you awake, wanker? I bought groceries, you're making me breakfast! I'll make coffee. Hurry up, I'm hungry!"
I hear his footsteps retreat and let out the breath I've been holding since the knock on the door. I chuckle as I realize he called me by the right name.
I sit up slowly, my vision a little blurry. Fuck, I lost my contacts. And I don't have my glasses with me.
I squint and try to focus on the nightstand. I make out a glass and two painkillers. I swallow them and drink the entire glass of water. I get up slowly and grab onto the headboard as the room spins, which does wonders for my already poor eyesight.
Fuck me. This sure is an adventure. I frown and feel something pull on my forehead. I touch my eyebrow and hiss when it hurts. Fucking hell, what have I been doing?
I swerve over to the bathroom, grabbing onto walls, doors, a picture frame, that shatters on the floor. Fuck my life.
I finally make it into the bathroom and the cold tiles under my bare feet make me come to my senses a little more.
I make my way over to the sink and look into the mirror above it. Fuck, I look horrible. And apparently, I split my head open last night. I inspect the strips holding the wound together. It's clear that Conan took care of it because the strips are straight and perfect with the same amount of space between them.
And if anything, my best friend is meticulous. I look at my hand and swear. Goddammit, Noah. You've been touching everything on your way over to the bedroom...
With your own cum still on your hand.
I almost run my fingers through my hair in frustration.
I said almost.
I wash my hands and splash cold water in my face. I open the drawer under the sink and find a new toothbrush. Yep, my best friend never leaves anything to chance. I brush my teeth and my brain slowly starts to function again. Doing everyday things always helps.
I look down into the drawer and squint. What the? Yeah, if my eyes are not deceiving me... I spit the toothpaste out and rinse my mouth and the toothbrush. I pick up the little packet and smile when I realize I was right. Contacts. I put them in and blink a few times. Ahh, that's better.
I look at my reflection and jump back. Holy shit it looks way worse than I thought. I have a black eye, a dark purple bruise covering my eyebrow, and a crusted cut in the middle of it. Jeez.
I'm suddenly grateful Ama doesn't want to see me. How the hell do I explain this? I can't be honest about it. She would laugh her ass off.
I walk back to the guest bedroom and get dressed, quickly moving to the kitchen where I find Conan typing on his phone. He turns his screen away from me and I look into the grocery bags on the counter. He's probably talking about a case.
I grab a skillet and a spatula and start frying eggs, bacon, and sausages. I look at the two plates on the breakfast bar and wonder where Laura is. I slide the food onto the plates and prepare some toast to go along with it. I look at the coffee pot and notice it's empty. I lift the lid and chuckle. Conan forgot to put water in it again. I add water and it springs to life.
I wonder where my phone is and walk into the living room, finding it on the coffee table. I pick it up and see I have a message from Conan. I walk back into the kitchen and tap play on the video he sent me. At first it doesn't make sense why he would possibly be in X's house until I see X, tied to a chair with his pants around his ankles and his tummy shiny with... cum? Is that cum?
He looks so miserable that I can't help but laugh. It starts as a soft chuckle, but quickly turns into howling laughter that makes me hold my head and stomach.
I wonder who did that to him. Nah I don't, I bet it was Feli.
I send the video to her and can't wait to hear back from her.
The toast pops up and I grab the slices and put them on the plate in front of Conan, who is frowning at his phone. I put two more slices of bread in the toaster and notice Feli is replying to the video.
Yep, my handiwork. You like? I was so damn pissed at him. Had my way with him and left him tied to the chair. How are you doing today?
I take a picture of my horrible face and send it to her. It doesn't take her long to reply, demanding details on what happened. I think about making up a story for a second, but it's Feli. She's been nothing but kind to me. So I honestly tell her what I remember. The memories about last night becoming clearer and clearer by the minute.
I look up at Conan and catch him cheering in silence. He composes himself quickly of course and thanks me for preparing breakfast. I sit down across from him and start eating. The grease is soaking up the last remains of the alcohol in my system and my headache is getting less too.
Conan gets up and pours coffee into two mugs, putting one in front of me. I look up at him and wonder why he's sporting a mischievous expression. That can't mean anything good.
Fuck my life.
My jaw drops when he says: "We're going on a double date tonight. Dress accordingly. Be at the 'Crooners Club' at eight."
"Fucking hell, Conan. I don't want to listen to Sinatra all night."
He looks at me with a smirk and says: "Trust me, you do. You'll thank me later."
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And there you have it. A new chapter.
And all Noah. Did you miss him?
Yeah yeah, I know I left things 'unfinished' in the previous chapter. But you should know by now that I love doing things differently.
When it comes to writing I tend to take the long road. ;)
