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Chapter 17: Blush

I woke up to the sound of rain. Autumn was nearing its peak and the sky looked a little depressing. I dragged myself out of bed and went into the bathroom to get rid of the horrible taste in my mouth. Bradley's room door was open and I noticed a partially unpacked suitcase. I'm sure he was trying to settle in, but these things took time. I strolled into the living room. It was warmer than yesterday and Bradley was wolfing down an omelet and downing it all with orange juice. Swash stumbled awkwardly out of his room, fussing with a tie. He looked at me and his eyes showed relief. He dropped his hands from the knot of the tie. I took that as my cue.

"Dad, we're going to be late."
"I know, I know. I'm almost done." Swash called past me. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"What's going on?"
"Bradley's first day of school."
"He got a school already?"
"Yeah, I worked that out sometime last week. It's a private school, but not the ridiculously expensive type. I want him to get to meet normal people, not spoiled upper class brats."
"Yeah, and I'm sure certain public school kids would call him a spoiled upper class brat."

Swash chuckled. I finished fixing his tie and he said a silent thank you before he walked off to get Bradley. He helped his son off the chair and tossed the plates into the sink before he made his way towards the door. I suddenly felt like a housewife watching her husband and son go off to start their days while she sat at home to do whatever housewives do. A certain TV show made me think they all just picked fights with neighbours and slept with gardeners. Swash offered a quick goodbye as he led Bradley by hand towards the lift.

"Have fun," I called out at Bradley. He turned around, smiled a little and turned away quickly. Maybe that's as much of a response as I should expect. I closed the house door and listened to the quietness. I suddenly felt really lonely. I had not made contact with any human being other than Swash and Bradley for over two days. I walked to the large window overlooking the city and looked out. The view was nice, as we were high enough to have only a few buildings blocking the Chicago panorama. The rain had died down into a weak drizzle and the streets were cold and wet. I heard Swash pull out of the parking area and barely managed a glimpse at the car as he sped down the street. I hoped he didn't get himself killed. I couldn't afford the rent for this place.

My day continued in its normal fashion of doing nothing and hoping not to fall asleep on the magic couch. The ache in my ass was reducing in magnitude and currently was nearing just being a mere discomfort. I sighed in relief. I should be good to go in a week, even though I'd have an extra week of sinking myself deeper into debt. I shook the thought away. I didn't need to think about stuff like that right now. There was little I could do to escape this situation, so I had to begrudgingly accept it. I wondered what Emmet and Alex and Nathan were doing now. I wondered how Jason was doing. Today would have been his day at the station. Tom had said that he'll return this weekend. Maybe he'll want to see me again. I let my thoughts find a life of their own. Maybe I wanted to escape this reality. I had not called my boyfriend in two days. This was a rather shitty way to start a relationship. I also felt really horny. I had not had sex in three days, and while this was ordinarily not a problem, it had been made worse by the presence of an insanely hot man who I couldn't lay a finger on. Or maybe I could. But there's a difference between sleeping with people for money, which was my job, and cheating on Malone for free. I wanted Malone so badly. He knew how to satisfy me completely, how to make me weak with need and scream in ecstasy. I began to touch myself and dream about him. His strong kisses. His slow and sensual touch. The way he made me whimper and moan when he pleasured me in every conceivable way. I stroked my cock as I began to feel really hot. Once this little vacation was over, I was going to blow Malone's mind with fucking. Or maybe he'll blow mine. Whatever the case, a mind would be blown. Speaking of blowing, I was about to-