“You won’t, hun. Would you like to know why?”
“Why?”
“Because you want to believe.”
I chuckled. “In what? Magic?”
“No. In people.”
I had no witty repartee for that. In other words, I was fucked.
After I hung up, I went to bed, ignoring my hard dick that didn’t get the memo. And that right there was an even bigger problem than my insomnia, because my dick needed more of Jordan’s dick. Why? Because no woman ever made me this hard. No porn ever made me this hard. Still, I refused to give in. Fuck insomnia, fuck my dick, and fuck Jordan Slade. I was a man in control of himself, dammit! Or I was one until dawn. After my self-control crumbled, I came into my fist to the image of two cocks spurting cum. It should have made me feel better, but instead, I felt helpless, desperate, and no less horny.
I was wiping the remaining spunk off my belly when I got a text.
Weirdo: Hey. I… Are you awake?
I slammed my head against the headrest in frustration.
Weirdo: If you’re awake, can we talk?
Hell, no.
Weirdo: Please.
No other text came after that, but it still left a bad taste in my mouth. Ignoring him was cruel, but I wasn’t in the right mindset to converse with him, and I didn’t want to hurt him.
In the morning, I got out of bed and showered, but I was still none the wiser. I refused a call from Jordan, which made me feel like a massive douchebag. I made myself breakfast to postpone going to work. After that, I decided my apartment wasn’t clean enough, so I vacuumed it. Twice. After that, I had to shower again, so it was almost eleven when I left home. Before going to the station, I stopped by Pete’s because I needed a drink, only to find Maddox there.
“Why aren’t you at work?” I said, sitting down next to him and ordering myself a shot of tequila.
“Chief Bibb told me to get out of his sight.”
“Why?”
Maddox grinned into his glass before taking a sip. “He saw my latest psych evaluation.”
I made a face. “I don’t want to know, Maddox.”
He shrugged. “I don’t blame you. By the way, where have you been all morning? Your partner is going off the rails, and it’s not even noon yet.”
“I have been busy,” I grumbled. “Is that damn fool okay?”
“How the hell should I know?” Maddox replied, downing his drink. “Incidentally, have you two fucked yet?”
Motherfucker.
“You’re overstepping, psycho,” I said through my teeth. “Also, I’m not gay.”
“No, you’re an asshole,” Maddox remarked. “That boy is the only thing that makes you human. If you’re smart, you’ll use it.”
“First, he’s a man, not a boy,” I said, motioning for another drink. “Second, I don’t want to use him.”
Maddox rolled his eyes. “Then at least text him. Jesus.”
“I’ll see him soon enough.”
After Maddox left, I drove myself to the laundromat because my washer broke and I had to wash my clothes. I had a quick lunch despite having no appetite, only to put off the inevitable.I even considered going to the dentist—I was that desperate. When I finally came to the station, I’d barely set a foot inside when Chief Bibb bellowed.
