Page 51 of Mind Maze

This time, I stay.

I stare at her puffy eyes and swollen lips, admiring how damn pretty she is. The alcohol may’ve dropped my inhibitions this time and I’m taking full advantage of it. My cock turns flaccid, but I’m in no rush to pull out of her.

I flash her a lazy smile. “I could fall asleep like this.”

“We made a mess. You can’t sleep like that.”

My body relaxes on top of hers. I rest my head on the pillow next to her but make no moves of pulling out of her. “Want to make a bet?”

Within seconds, I’m asleep.

Sometime later, my cock rouses me awake, and it’s in a highly convenient position to pick back up where we left off.

Romy

Banging on the door jolts me awake. I’m bruised and sore from head to toe. Flashes of last night drift in like a light show.

We had sex.

Multiple times.

In fact, I’m unsure if I got more than an hour’s worth of sleep. Every time I’d crash, Caius would wake me up with some sort of pleasure. The best was waking up with his tongue inside me.

The banging continues, reminding me why I woke this morning. Caius is completely passed out, unaware of the person trying to get us to answer the door. He’s going to have a lovely hangover today.

I clumsily make my way off the bed onto jiggly, weak legs. Turns out, having multiple orgasms throughout the night makes your entire body feel as though you ran a marathon. I have muscle aches in places I didn’t even know muscles exist.

My clothes are nowhere to be found, but I do spy Caius’s white dress shirt tossed carelessly on the floor. I snatch it up and pull it on. While on my way to the door, I quickly make it through enough buttons to make sure I don’t expose anything to the visitor.

“Who is it?” I hiss as I look through the peephole.

Bastian?

Confused as to why he’s here, I unlock the door and open it. Relief floods over his features. He seems genuinely happy to see me. I’m not sure I can say the same about him.

“Can we talk?” he asks, eyebrows pinching together. “Please.”

I cross my arms over my chest, annoyed with the fact I’m barely dressed in front of my brother. He quietly closes the door behind him.

“Want some coffee?” I ask as I make my way over to the kitchenette.

“Sure.”

I turn on the light over that area and notice a pad of paper. A note’s been scrawled on the paper.

Me and the kid went to breakfast with Dad. Sleeping on the couch last night while you two went at it was torture. See you later. - Theo

Now I feel like an ungrateful brat. While I’d been upset over the stuff I’d found in Vivienne’s journal and Caius was hiding from me, Theo comforted me. He ordered me food, watched movies with me, ordered me more food, and made sure Kaitlyn was okay the whole time. Then, when I was feeling lonely and defeated, he got into bed with me and held me.

I know he likes me more than friends. In fact, I’ve played on that before to get him on my side. But what I feel for him is pure friendship. It’s so much different with Caius.

Caius consumes me.

I burn for him.

God, I’m such a bitch.

Bastian paces the floor behind me while I make our coffees. I try to focus on why my brother is here rather than how I may’ve hurt Theo. As much as it pains me to know he was upset, I’m not sorry for crossing into a new territory with Caius.

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