Reid
I wake with a jolt. My arms and the rest of my body is stiff, and my head is pounding like a motherfucker.
What the hell happened last night?
I remember Dr Mercy being with me. I remember drinking wine with her, and I remember wanting to fuck her badly. I also vaguely remember walking upstairs with her.
My eyes dart around my bedroom, but there’s nobody here but me. I’m sweating. The heat is fucking killing me. What the fuck’s happened to my air con?
Pushing myself up with as much effort as I can muster, I feel something wet on my stomach. When I look down, my cock is limp, but there’s come all over me.
“What the …?”
My head pounds in protest, and on instinct, I close my eyes and pull my hand up to my head. I feel like I’ve got the worst hangover in the world, but I don’t remember drinking that much last night. As a wave of nausea sweeps over me, I swallow hard on a groan. I feel like death. I feel like absolutely rotten, decomposing death.
I check the time on my phone and see it’s after ten. Shit. It’s unlike me to sleep in like this.
I try to move my legs, but they’re like dead weights. Swinging them over, I manage to rest them on the floor, but it really does feel like they have weights attached to them. I ache. Boy, do I ache. Rising up slowly, I practically stumble towards my shower, welcoming the cool spray once I walk in.
I close my eyes and stay still for a while as the water cascades down my body. I don’t know what the hell happened last night, but everything hurts. Even my cock hurts.
Did Dr Mercy and I fuck? Surely I would remember something like that. I’ve never been too shit-faced to know when I’ve fucked someone.
And it’s not only that. Dr Mercy is the type of woman I would never forget fucking. Since the day I met her, she’s been like this fascinating wet dream that I can’t get out of my head. Pubescent, I know, but it’s still there, plaguing me every day.
With all my strength, I manage to give myself an all over body wash, and once I’m done, I feel a little better. My head still pounds, but it’s nowhere near as bad as it was.
As I walk out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my hips, I check the air con only to find that it’s been switched off.
Odd. I never switch the fucker off. It’s way too hot here for that shit.
I switch it back on and stare at it like it will give me the answers I’m looking for. As I hear the thrum of the air con kicking in, I frown, trying to get my brain into gear.
And then, it hits me.
Scarlet.
As if sensing something strange, I whip my head around, trying to see if I can find any evidence that she was here. I vaguely remember hearing her laughter. I must have been dreaming.
But was I?
Shit. I’m going fucking crazy. The only woman who I know was definitely with me last night was Dr Mercy. She’s the only one who can give me the answers. How long was she with me? When did she leave?
Needing those answers, I quickly dress and head downstairs to find Akilah doing a stock take. As if sensing me, he looks up from his clipboard and brandishes a wolfish grin.
“Morning, brother. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you sleep this late. Good night last night?”
I frown, shaking my head. “I can’t fucking remember anything.”
He smirks. “That good, huh? Who were you with anyway?”
Questions. So many of them whirl around in my head. As I stand by the bar, one hand on it to keep me propped up, I stare at Akilah. “Did you see Dr Mercy leave last night?”
He nods. “Yes. She came down about ten minutes after you left. Said you’d had too much to drink and had passed out.”
I remember I had slipped her a roofie last night. “How did she seem?”
He smirks. “A little intoxicated, glassy-eyed, that sort of thing. Other than that, fine.”
“When did she leave? Did you see her actually leave?”
Akilah frowns. “Yes, brother. Straight away. I saw her walk out the door.” I start pacing a little, wondering what the fuck happened. I drugged her last night, and yet I was the one who ended up passing out. How the fuck did that happen?
“What’s going on?” Akilah asks, noticing my upset.
I stop dead, trying to think. “I don’t know. Something and nothing. But maybe something. I need to make a phone call.”