No, just not stuck.
He washandcuffed.
Goldie’s heart leapt into the back of his throat when he saw his hands were handcuffed above his head to the headboard, and he instantly regretted ever buying a cast iron bed frame. He’d certainly thought about being tied up to the thick rungs, but definitely never under these particular circumstances.
Day had drugged him.
Sweet apparently not so innocent Day had fucking drugged him and…
He’d somehow managed to drag Goldie into his own bed and handcuff him. While that was pretty impressive as Day didn’t look like he was strong enough to stand through a big gust of wind, Goldie was much more concerned with escaping as soon as possible.
The bedroom door was shut, and he didn’t see any sign of Day.
Wait, his phone!
Goldie tried to lift his head and look down at the foot of his bed where he thought he’d left his phone earlier, but he didn’t see it.
Either that’s not where he’d left it or Day had taken it.
Wait, no. Goldie had brought it with him to the living room to text work that he wasn’t going to be coming in today, which meant no one would be wondering where he was and no one would think to come looking for him all weekend.
Fuck.
Goldie was a complete and total moron.
Day was probably robbing him blind right now.
It had to be because of that stupid auction that Florence had told him about. Goldie was trending or whatever it was now, and Day had to have recognized him when they bumped into each other on the street.
That could have even been a setup, Goldie realized.
Day could have seen the auction and looked Goldie up online. Once he figured out Goldie was a local, he could have kept searching until he found out where Goldie worked and planned the whole thing to get in good with him.
That was why Day was so fascinated with all of the merchandise. He was appraising everything he was planning to steal from him, that little shit.
Goldie didn’t know if Day really was as bad off as he appeared or if that was part of an act to gain his sympathy, but either way didn’t excuse drugging Goldie and tying him to the damn bed.
He didn’t even have a damn shirt on, still just in his sweats and a tank top from last night.
It was dark outside, but he had no idea what time it was. Not knowing how many pills Day had drugged him with, there was no telling how long he’d been passed out.
Shit, Day could have killed him.
The thought made Goldie’s stomach clench, and he decided it was time to get the fuck out of here.
He pulled at the cuffs and shook the bed frame as hard as he could. He slammed it back against the wall, hoping that Dana would be home and she’d hear the noise. “Hey!” he shouted. “Hey! Hey! Come on! Can you hear me?”
The bedroom door slammed open, and in came Day.
“Oh, you’re still here?” Goldie spat.
Day bared his teeth, his angelic face contorted in rage, and he launched himself onto the bed. He jumped on Goldie’s chest and slapped his hands over Goldie’s mouth, shushing him urgently.
“Fuck you!” Goldie yelled through Day’s fingers. He opened his mouth and caught Day’s hand, biting as hard as he could.
Day yelped, jerking his hands away. He growled and bopped Goldie’s forehead. He shook his finger at him like he was scolding a dog.
“Are you fucking serious right now?” Goldie scoffed.
