10. Chapter Nine
Chapter Nine
Aiden
T he rest of the day Calder has been distant with me. I was not happy about the distance between us at all. I don’t know why but after our conversation this morning he’s been holed up in his office. That left me with nothing but my own thoughts to keep me company. Boy, that was not a smart move on Calder’s behalf.
I overthought every possible second from the moment I woke up in Calder’s bed until now. I replayed every word that was said on repeat until the words bled together. I twisted everything into a melting pot of disaster, and I came up with the only assumption that was obviously reasonable. He was just being nice.
That’s all I can think of as I pace back and forth at the foot of his bed. Every so often I glared over at the satin sheets and a little hiss would escape me. He was just being nice. Maybe I was his mistake, and he felt obligated to entertain what I wanted. Maybe he didn’t actually mean to turn me into a vampire.
He probably didn’t even want me here. That’s probably why I haven’t seen him all day. He hasn’t even left his office for… you know, blood. The one thing that sustains a vampire, all becomes I’m here. I don’t even think he went to the bathroom all day either. That’s weird, right? It’s not just all in my head.
That’s when I got the bright idea to start snooping. Maybe I can figure out who Calder really is by what’s inside his drawers. It sounds like a decent plan. I glance back at the closed bedroom door and strain my ears to check and make sure he’s not around. When I feel like the coast is clear I hesitantly step closer to his dresser.
I glance back at the door again half expecting Calder to suddenly appear. I slowly open the top drawer as I chew on my bottom lip. I glance down and a little snort of amusement escapes me when I see what’s inside. I pick up a pair of his boxer briefs that are sporting chili peppers on them. I shake my head and try to fold them back up the same way it originally was.
Yeah, he’s going to notice I was in his underwear drawer. No doubt about it, oh well. I sweep my hand along the bottom of the drawer to see if he’s hiding anything in this drawer but come up empty. I let out a grumpy huff before quietly closing the drawer to open the next one.
All I find is shirts, shorts, and sweatpants in the next couple of drawers. When I finally get to the bottom door, I don’t have any real hope of finding anything interesting. When I open the last drawer, my eyes bug out of my head.
“Holy shit,” I mumble to myself blinking rapidly like I’m maybe having a hallucination.
I reach down and pick up a huge as fuck bright pink dildo. It flops around in my grasp as I stare at it like I’ve never seen a dildo before. I mean, I have. I even own a couple, but nothing compares to the treasure horde of Calder’s bottom drawer.
Does he bottom? Is he into that?
“Fuck, that’s hot,” I mutter to myself before placing the intimidating dildo back into the drawer. It’s not even just that. There are all kinds of lubes, dildos, butt plugs, and even things I have no clue what they’re for all crammed into this one inconspicuous drawer.
“Calder’s fucking freaky that’s for sure,” I say to myself through a quiet laugh. Who would have thought? Clearly not me. I’m kind of surprised he doesn’t have a sex dungeon somewhere. Maybe he does. I would have to explore the house to find out.
I scratch the back of my head as I contemplate where to explore next. If he has a sex drawer, he must have other secrets stashed away. I look over at the bedside table and cock an eyebrow. Fuck it. I dart over towards the table on quiet feet and pull open the drawer. More lube, but other than that nothing is really out of the normal.
I quickly become bored of ransacking his room, and a part of me feels slightly guilty about it. I let out a devastated sigh before collapsing dramatically onto the bed. Well, fuck him. He’s the one that left me in here to my own devices. I can’t be held accountable for what happens when I’m bored.
I don’t need him anyway. I’ll go home and move on with my life. I don’t need him for anything. I can figure this shit out on my own. I glance back over at his bottom drawer. I wonder if he would be offended if I used one of his sex toys.
“Little bat, what are you doing,” Calder suddenly asks from the bedroom door causing a shriek to rip out of me, “you look like you’re sulking.”
“I am not,” I hiss crossing my arms over my chest and glaring at him. It’s rather hard to look him in the eyes when I know exactly what he keeps in his bottom dresser drawer now.
“I feel like you’re lying to me,” he murmurs before crossing the room and sitting down next to me on the bed.
I scoot away from him as I keep my glare intact. My whole body is thrumming with awkward arousal as my cock twitches in my pants. My gaze keeps bouncing in the direction of the drawer.
“Have you been keeping busy, little bat,” he murmurs, and I swear he’s looking at me like he fucking knows. How does he know?!?
“You know, Aiden, if you wanted attention, you could have just asked for it,” he goes on. When I go to scoot away, he lifts me like I weigh nothing and places me straight into his lap. I start to squirm in his lap trying to get away but his hold on me keeps me in place.
“I didn’t do anything,” I whine.
He picks me up into his arms and stalks over to the dress that I had been snooping in, “let's just see about that.” He pulls the top drawer open and hums picking up the pair of briefs I was looking at.
“Are you sure you weren’t doing anything?”
“I plead the fifth your honor.”
He huffs out a laugh before saying, “I’ll skip all the boring drawers.” And he does. He goes straight for the bottom drawer and pulls it open wide.
“Is this what you were snooping in, little bat?”
“Nope. I’ve never seen that before in my life!”
“Mmhmm.”
“I have to go back home to check on Eve and Sin,” I blurt out. His happy expression on his face falls and I instantly want to take it back. Tell me to stay and I’ll stay. Tell me that I’m making this all up in my mind. Tell me you want me to stay.
“Oh,” Calder murmurs before blinking as if coming out of a daze, “Yeah, I understand. You should… I’m sure your friend would be happy to see you.” That’s not at all what I wanted to hear come out of his mouth, obviously.
My shoulders slump and I give a little nod of agreement.
“It’ll be dark soon and I guess I’ll leave then,” I mumble feeling like a kicked puppy.
“Make sure to keep your curtains drawn so the sun doesn’t come in,” he explains as if he’s completely oblivious to the fact that he’s breaking my undead heart, “I’ll bring the ring over as soon as Marcus is done with it.”
I swallow down the lump forming in the back of my throat as my eyes begin to sting. I look away from him before mumbling, “Yeah, okay. Sounds like a plan.” If my words come out more like a croak, Calder doesn’t mention it.
The short time passes and before I know it it’s time for me to leave. I don’t waste my time on lengthy goodbyes as I head for the front door. It’s better that way. It already hurts but I refuse to allow myself to cry. Maybe when I’m alone, but that’s for later.
“Well,” Calder mumbles from behind me, “I guess I’ll see you later then.” I don’t know if I detect sadness in his voice or if it’s just a figment of my imagination. I don’t look back at him though. I just nod and open the door to the cold night air.
I’m fine. It’s fine. I’ll be okay. I swallow hard as I step out the door closing it behind me. I realize once I’m outside that I’m not too far from home. I let out a sigh of relief as I tugged on the hoodie Calder let me borrow and started walking.
The walk home is a blur with my eyes swelling with unshed tears, but once I open my front door my anxiety begins to drain from my body. At least I’m back home now. The whole place is dark, and I can tell that no one’s home as I close the front door. Would this be considered a walk of shame? If so, I’m glad Eve isn’t home to witness it, because I feel like shit.
I head straight for my bedroom without turning on any of the lights. I don’t bother to change into my own clothes because I can still smell Calder’s sweet scent. Gods I’m pathetic. I let out a little huff before laying down face-first on my bed.
I’m moping. I know I’m moping, but I can’t seem to stop myself from it. I feel like such an idiot for letting my feelings get caught up on someone who doesn’t want me. I feel like my soul is dying. Is that even possible? No matter how many times I tell myself to get over it I just seem to reset and go back to moping. It’s foolish, I know, but that’s what I got right now.
I’m not even going to try and lie to myself. I feel this insatiable need to go back to Calder. Maybe he lied and he did do some weird vampire voodoo shit to make me feel this way. Then again, he did save my life. Well, kind of. I mean, I’m still dead, but I would have been full-blown dead… like six feet under kind of dead if it wasn’t for him.
Why did he turn me though? It makes no sense. He could have just walked away and went on with his merry little way. Instead, he decided to bring me back to life. Pressure begins to build behind my eyes once again as I overthink something that realistically I know I won’t be able to find the answers to.
A little growl escapes me as I sit up grabbing my tablet and drawing pen from my side table. The unknown makes me feel like I’m going insane. I let out a sigh as I press the power button on my tablet and decide it’s better to just ignore the problem. I catch Sin staring at me out of the corner of my eye with his judgy yellow eyes.
“I can feel you judging me, Sin,” I gripe as I look over at my little black cat. His yellow eyes stare straight through my damn soul.
“Nothing happened,” I groan throwing my hands in the air in frustration. After a moment I slump forward, “Okay, fine. Something did happen, but I’m not going to talk about it. You can’t make me.”
Meow, is the only response I get as he begins to lick one of his front paws never taking his yellow eyes off me. I turn away from Sin and his judgment. Running my hands down my face in frustration I turn my attention back to my tablet. I stare at the blank white screen for several long moments.
With a sigh, twirling my pen between my fingers. I let out a frustrated noise before turning back around to face my cat once more. He hasn’t stopped licking his paw and he’s still staring at me as if waiting for me to be the first to break.
“It doesn’t matter,” I mutter to my cat like a crazy person, “it would have never worked out between us. I’ve already embarrassed myself enough in front of him.”
Meow , Sin blinks his eyes slowly at me as if to say, we already knew you were weird. What difference does it make?
“Rude,” I grumble grabbing one of my throw pillows and hugging it to my chest, “I’m not that bad.” Sin shrugs and I blink my eyes at him. There’s no way in hell I just saw my cat shrug. I shake my head ignoring that little gesture. I don’t need my life to become crazier than it already is.
I blow a strand of hair out of my face before saying, “I just thought there was something special there, you know?”
Meow.
“I’m not desperate to be loved.”
Meeeooow.
“That really hurts my feelings, Sin,” I say scrunching up my nose and Sin gives me a dull look like he’s already bored of the conversation.
He slowly turns around and stretches while showing me his butthole.
“Sin, have some class,” I grumble as I lob the throw pillow at him. He lets out a hiss before running straight out the open door.