Chapter Twenty one

Marcus

I wake up disoriented. I am not sure where I am, it’s dark, and my whole body aches; I try to sit up, but my hands are tied behind my back. I try to move my legs, and pain flash through me. The pain clears some of the fog in my brain; it all comes rushing back to me.

I had, had a good morning after Simon had left for work, still glowing the afterglow of our magical night. I had been looking forward to getting some more amazing sex later, even though I was still deliciously sore. I had cleaned up all the remnants of our romantic dinner and put the house back in order.

When I was finally done, it was already afternoon; I had checked my phone and was slightly disappointed that Simon had not called or texted as he had promised. Still, I know sometimes work gets extra busy so I don’t dwell on it. I text him, then make myself a cup of tea, head to my favorite spot on the couch, and put on a new episode of Brooklyn 999, our new addiction.

At first, I had