Chapter 18
Freddie
Several months later
I miss them all like crazy. We have a family group chat that never seems to go offline, but I love that about them.
We’re an eclectic bunch for sure. I would be the only one missing around the festive dinner table this year.
It sucks because as much as I want to be at home with them all; I was really loving my new life here.
Yeah, it was lonely at times, but I had met a great group of friends.
I was busy with work, and I had a weird text exchange with Simmons.
We had sent a few sexy texts here and there over the last month or so, but it never really went past fun flirting. He had sent me a thank you for the toy I sent him, and the orgasm he had from it too. I nearly descended to horny heaven when I received that message.
I was so disappointed when I got the call asking me to go to the expo’s afterparty. I was a mix of elated and sad. Yeah, I wanted nothing more than to network for my job, but I lost out on the chance to hook up with the most delicious honey bear I had ever met.
I wanted a night of unhinged passion with Simmons.
I wanted to show off the little black latex number I had picked up after the interview to wear for him.
So, I did the only thing I could think of.
I sent him a replica of my dick. I mean, yeah, it’s forward, but really, I got the vibe from him that it would be appreciated.
And, well, it was, wasn’t it? The text he sent proved that.
Thinking back to the interview, I’m half aroused.
He was so rough, but thoughtful. So fierce with lust that it seeped out of him and into me.
His eyes, that honey shade, were mirrored black from want as we had rutted against each other on the conference table.
His huge hands on my small cock, the heat from his oversized body, the mesh black top that fitted him like a second skin that showed me the thick, dark hair that clung to his tanned body.
To say I wanted nothing more than to fake an illness just so I could go ride him into oblivion was a serious understatement.
A coughing patient wheels past me with a nurse at the helm.
It’s like a cold slap of water to my face that brings me out of my fantasies and back to reality.
If I don’t shut down these thoughts, I was about to be caught with a boner in the middle of a busy ward.
My current situation in life is this. I’ve mainly wound down the blog for the year and instead of taking early time off, I’ve decided to give back. So, I volunteered at the hospital just around the corner from my apartment.
My Da always told us to pay it forward or give back when I was growing up.
Being able-bodied is such a privilege that I make damn sure I offer help where I can.
So, I’m helping, and they have me doing the most boring stuff, but I still feel good about it because I’m still helping these folks out.
It’s mostly grabbing supplies for the nurses as it’s on the minor injury ward.
I wanna help, but I also don’t want to faint if there’s a big injury I have to witness.
Finishing up for the night, I wander down the dimly lit hallway towards the stairwell. I could take the lift, but I’m in no rush to get home to my empty flat, so I take my time. I shoot a text to Benji asking him if I could FaceTime him later as I need help with gifts for my Ma and Da.
What do you suppose he’s doing with his romantic life?
Benji has never been the sort to meet someone and ghost his friends, especially me.
The sex must just be that good. I smile thinking back to that day I decided to say fuck it and start the blog.
I wouldn’t be anywhere close to where I am now if it hadn’t been for my best friend’s support and encouragement.
As I pass the last room, I see Chloe, the woman who hired me, coming out with a frown, staring at the chart she’s holding so close to her face I swear her eyes have crossed.
“Everything okay, Chloe?”
She looks up but seems to look through me with glazed eyes. She blinks away her tired state and smiles at me as she adjusts her specs that have inched down her nose.
“Yeah, kid. I seriously need a margarita. Time is it?”
I fish out my phone, showing it to her rather than telling her.
“Ah, so you’re off home. Damn, I needed to grab someone to take some comfort items through to the guy in that room before I clock out too. He could probably use a second blanket, actually, with the size of him. Guys like a bear.”
As she speaks, she gestures with her thumb over her shoulder. I look past her small frame, but the door is closed, and someone has drawn the small blinds at the window.
“I can do it. I was just going home to cold Chinese food, anyway.” She nods, pointing me toward an orderly who will give me everything I need to take to the guys’ room.
Hands full, I elbow the door handle and fumble through it.
They dimmed the lights, and the scent of antiseptic floats through the cool air.
Quietly I pad across towards him to place the spare gown, bottled water and other amenities down on the table by the bed.
I unfold the blanket and put it across the bottom of the bed for him to reach if he needs it, and just as I’m turning to leave, my steps falter when I glimpse at the patient’s face in front of me.
His face on one side is completely black and blue; it’s all scratched up too, with the eyebrow on the other side sporting fresh stitches.
His left arm is in a sling. I look the rest of him over, but with the sheet covering him, I can’t see any other injuries.
His eyes are closed but squeezed too tightly, almost as if he’s in pain or having a bad dream.
I take a couple of deep breaths to centre myself. I mean, what are the chances? How on earth is he here?
Why is my big honey bear broken and lying in hospital alone at Christmas?