Blend in

JACKSON

Ding ding! I press the little bell on the table in my room.

I’ve drained the tub, wrapped myself in the white towel. My hand, still bleeding, leaves trails of blood as I step into the silence of the room.

My eyes squeeze, my brows curl at how fast the response comes. It’s like someone is waiting just outside my door in case I need anything.

I turn toward the door. “It’s open!” I yell.

“Yes, sir,” she says softly as she comes inside the room.

“Were you outside my room?”

“No, sir, but I came as soon as I heard the bell. We’re obligated to meet your every need till you leave. Oh, shit! sir, your.. your hand is bleeding. Let me quickly get that for you.”

“Yes, that’s why I called for someone, but before you begin, pour me a drink.” I gesture at the drink with my finger, pointing to the table to ensure she knows what I want.

“What’s your name?”

“Faye, sir,” she responds under her breath.

“Let me ask you, Miss Faye,” I lick my lips as I say in a flirty manner, looking right at her toys covered underneath her dress. She looks young, but I can guess she’s in her late twenties.

“How long have you worked here?” I ask, my brows raised as I savor every sip of alcohol that burns down my throat.

“Sir?”

“Did I stutter? I haven’t been here for years.”

“Careful!” I wince as drops of the mentholated spirit kiss my torn skin. The cut is shallow enough that it’ll heal in a few days, but still, it throbs with every heartbeat like it resents me.

“I’m sorry, sir, I know that, but Mr. Jerry employed me three years ago to keep the house clean for when you need it.” Her voice sounds soft and shaken.

“Of course he did,” I muttered.

I lean back and close my eyes, trying not to think about Aurora’s face when she walks out of the elevator.

“I’m done, sir.” Her soft voice snatches the sleep from my eyes.

“No, you’re not.”

“I am, sir. Your palm is all done.” Her hands clutch the first aid kit.

I stand up, loosen my towel, and her eyes pop when my towel hits the ground. She quickly turns around, and the first aid kit clatters to the ground as she covers her eyes with her palms.

“Don’t say sorry, turn to me,” I whisper.

“I’m so sorry, sir, I can’t.”

“Turn to me!” I command.

“Come to me.” My right arm stretches, wiggling my fingers, urging her to do so.

I pull her closer to me as she keeps her palm on mine. Her shaky breath pours onto my chest, and a wicked grin runs across my face.

I can’t get the thought that I’m doing something wrong out of my head, but I need all the distraction I can get.

“Put it in your mouth,” I grumble as I sit on the edge of my bed, my swollen cock facing the ceiling, pulsing in sync with my heartbeat.

“Okay, sir.” She responded trembling, placing her shaking cold hands on my thighs.

I moan softly as I feel the grippy warmth of her mouth on my cock. I pull off the hair cover she has on her head and run my fingers through her soft hair.

My heart races, my breathing increases, my toes curl. She moves her face forward and backward, and she holds my cock tightly, throbbing it in and out of her mouth.

I squeeze my eyes shut as goosebumps pop up everywhere on my skin. I’m almost at the top, and just a few seconds later, I let out a loud cry and carefully push her head away when I reach the top.

“Clean it.” I ordered. “There are shattered mirrors in the bathroom. Take care of that and THAT too,” I mutter, pointing at the trail of blood my hand made when I stepped out of the bathroom. I ignore her glass eyes, and the tear that wanted to escape.

Jerry is already seated at the dining table. I catch sight of him as I walk slowly down the stairs.

I joined him; the chef has prepared hard-boiled eggs, steak, and mashed potatoes with tomato sauce.

“Are we still going out to drink?” He asked, with raised brows.

“Yes, why?” I responded.

“I mean, I can smell the alcohol from here. Are you sure you want more?” he mutters, his mouth making a squelchy noise as he bites into his steak.

“It was just a sip, Jer. I’m not your baby.”

“If you say so. Well then, dig in,” he says flatly gesturing at my plate.

I put one thing after another in my mouth. The aroma of the meal fills the air, lunging into my nostrils making my stomach growl once more. I needed to eat first, but I still wanted other things, and so I began to dig into the nice looking meal.The steak is well-cooked. The wine is superb and probably worth more than most people’s cars, but still, I taste nothing.

“I’ll arrange a supply run tomorrow,” Jerry says between bites.

“Regular clothes and comfortable shoes. We need to blend in.” He chuckles.

I glance at him, raising a brow.

“The fuck you mean, ‘blend in’?”

“Jack, come on, be rational. You show up downtown dressed in that,” he gestures at my tailored shirt with gold buttons, the gold chain on my neck, and even the cufflinks I haven’t bothered to remove. “and people stare. We don’t want people staring. We want to disappear, be invisible, you know?”

My heart squeezes, and I cling to my fork till my knuckles turn red. One minute I’m in my condo, the next I’m here. It all happened so fast.

“You’re planning to turn me into a local? Huh… no way!” I smirk faintly.

Jerry sips his wine without missing a beat. “Something like that. Think about it. It’s just for the meantime. You know, when the dust from all this settles, we’ll return to our normal lives, like it didn’t happen.” He winks as he drops his glass.

“Nigga, I’m sure you’re enjoying this,” I bark.

“Well, don’t bother. I’m not planning on staying long.” I push the food around my plate.

Jerry’s eyes flick to mine. “You’ll stay as long as you need to. Not more than, not less than.”

His words lodge into me, somewhere deep, and I hate the fact that he’s right, but he’s only trying to look out for his friend and everything we’ve built.

“I see you’ve started enjoying yourself,” he says, jerking around with a nasty smirk.

“I wish,” I murmur, wiping my mouth with the napkin.

After dinner, I tried calling Aurora. Twice. I think. Maybe hearing from her will make me feel a bit better. I was beginning to miss her after all.

Both attempts fail as it goes straight to voicemail. Her voice is bright, full of life, and polished. She has the kind of voice that smiles as it speaks:

“Hello there, you’ve reached Aurora. Please leave me something worth listening to.” I hissed, hanging up both times before the beep.