Page 13 of Has-Been
“You stored all that shit, man?” Ice shook his head, and then we both looked at Tesio.
“What? Don’t look at me! You’re not my type, asshole. No, these are all live right now.”
What. The. Actual. Fuck?
Elise
Whenthephonerangagain, I answered it out of desperation, because I was afraid and alone, and I hoped it was someone who could help.
“Hello? Hello?!”
There was nothing there, then suddenly I realised I could hear someone breathing. Why weren’t they speaking?
“Hello? Can you hear me?”
The breathing sounded a little raspier. Were they trying to talk?
“Are you… uh, who is this?”
Still no response. I was starting to feel really freaked out, because people speak, don’t they? They phone people and they speak. Why hadn’t I ended the call yet? I needed to end the call.
“If you don’t speak right now, I’ll hang up,” my voice was panicked and higher than normal, and there was a response, but it wasn’t what I expected, and it sent a chill of terror down my spine.
A groan. No… not a groan. A long slow pleasured sound, a masculine sound. Oh god, it sounded like something out of a porn video… it sounded like someone getting off!
I jabbed the button to end the call, and the phone slipped out of my hand. What the hell was that? Who was it? Surely… surely it wouldn’t be anyone I know, right? It had to be some random caller, because the only people who had my number were some college ‘friends’, my brother, and Reacher. Not even Has-Been, and right at this moment, I wished I had his number, because I’d have called him.
I couldn’t tell my brother though. He was already so overprotective that I was on lockdown. If he knew about this, he’d take away my phone too. My only contact with the outside world. I’d go insane without it.
I finally pushed up from the floor on shaking legs, and grabbed one of the dining chairs, dragging it across the floor, to tuck it under the door handle. It didn’t really make me feel that much safer, but it was the best I had right now. I wished there was something heavy I could drag in front of the door, but even if I could move something like that, it probably wouldn’t be that much of an obstacle for a large guy, would it?
All that was left for me to do now was cower in my room like a pathetic loser, until someone bothered to stop by and I trusted them enough to open the door. Right now, I wasn’t sure if I’d even venture back outside of the room unless I was forced to. I grabbed a bottle of wine and a glass, and climbed into my bed with my kindle. At least I had food, and alcohol, and as many books to read as I could possibly get my hands on. What more could a girl want?
Just the little things… company, friendship. Love.
Nine
Wewerestayingatthe fucking compound overnight, and that was weird as shit. Instead of my room at the clubhouse, which was just the way I liked it, with my own stuff around me, I had this plush bedroom that looked like it belonged in some kind of resort I’d never stay in. And it was bigger than my room at the clubhouse.
I literally lived at the clubhouse, because why the hell would I need more than my room, and my few belongings? I spent a couple of years on the road, and got used to not keeping a whole lot of shit, just what was useful for as long as it was useful.
This room didn’t even feel that secure, because even though there was a lock on the door, it was in a fucking mafia compound, wasn’t it?
Ice’s room was next door, and he’d settled in there for the night, leaving me with no option but to do the same. My mind was still reeling from how many of those fucking videos of me had ended up online. I know I’d been with a lot of women, but seeing it like that? Especially on so many screens, in front of a stranger. Yeah, that shit was mortifying.
If Elise found out about these videos, she’d think I was just some twisted pervert, and maybe I was, I don’t know. I enjoyed rough fucking because, let’s be honest, friction feels fucking good. Yeah, I enjoyed long drawn out sessions, and was partial to all of a woman’s holes, but never in a way that demeaned them. It was always about what they wanted me to do to them, after all.
I lay on that bed, and I wondered what Elise was doing while I was away. Was she drinking with the girls? Was she enjoying being at the clubhouse, or was she bored out of her mind? Did she even notice I wasn’t there?
I wished I had her number so I could message her or something, but what the hell would I even say? Sorry I started getting frisky with you and then disappeared? Yeah, that’d go down well, wouldn’t it? What did I say to her? Oh yeah… not finished with you yet. I should never have said it, but I’d certainly proved that I didn’t mean it, even though I really fucking wasn’t finished with her.
Ice had updated Reacher and Stitch while we were still in the tech room, so there was nothing for me to do but lay here, watch the TV on the wall, or jerk off while I thought of the sweet girl I wished I could be climbing into bed with.
Someone tapped on my door, and I thanked god that I wasn’t mid-wank, as I got up and unlocked it. It was Ice and Tesio.
“Uh… not really looking to get laid, guys, but thanks.”
Ice smirked and shoved past me, letting himself in. Tesio had three beers in his hand, and offered one to me.
