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After leaving Lindsey I wandered around on the streets for some time before actually grabbing a cab back to my apartment. It was a struggle to not go back to his place and just hole up in there. Hiding for the world at large. It wouldn’t bring me anything, it wasn’t going to get us anywhere. I needed to get back to the firm and get some information so we could set the plan in motion. Or actually, develop a plan to set in motion, since Lindsey still hadn’t’ actually revealed a plan.
Once I got home, - it was late, I must’ve wandered around longer then I thought - the first thing I did was put some ice on the bruise Lindsey had left on my face, and clean the bite wound on my hand. It’s a good thing I know the chap quite probably doesn’t have any deceased, - if he does I’m a dead man by now for sure, I cannot help but think amused, - or I’d be in big trouble.
I slid under the covers to finally get a goods night sleep. I needed to have my wits about when going into the office tomorrow. Not that I actually thought anyone would’ve missed me. There had been no calls waiting on my cell phone, at least none important ones. Such as from my friends, asking me where I was. Of course Angel didn’t know how to use a cell phone and was to proud to ask Harmony.
It was a nice thought to indulge myself in for all of five seconds, but whom am I kidding? He’d probably not noticed, let alone missed me.
Sleep came easy this time, much to my surprise. The dreams were very nice too. Filled with a naked Lindsey on top of me. Touching me, pushing into me, kissing me, murmuring reassuring words to me. Then they changed and Lindsey turned into Angel doing the same things. It got even better when they were both there and I found myself in the middle until I woke up with a very painful hard on.
“Christ,” I muttered, shaking my head. I stumbled into the shower, took care of myself by use to the very nice, and very unrealistic dream. Fantasies are wonderful escape routes aren’t they? It helped that I’d felt both of their hands on my skin, even if Angel’s had never really touched me the way Lindsey had.
Once that was done, I drove to work, stopping for my usual Styrofoam cup of tea and a brownie before parking the car in the underground garage. I was early, obviously and not completely unexpected. I was always early, when I left at all. As I took the lift up to my floor, I involuntarily, found myself rubbing his bite mark on my hand, covered under a small white bandage. Better watch that, Pryce, I told myself as I walked into my office. Can’t get into deep, you’re getting in much to deep.
To late! A little voice shouted.
“Lets see what we have here,” I sighed, flicking on the computer and wincing when several schedule alerts screamed at me. This was going to be a long, long day. I just knew it.
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