CASEY
I was deep into it. Asleep. Far away when I heard shouting.
I opened my eyes, slowly, groggily. My body was sore everywhere. Caesar had gone all out on me. It was like he was trying to prove a point and wanted to release everything in me.
I needed him to. I allowed him to. I think I deserved it… even though I enjoyed it. But now, as I slightly shifted on the bed, I could feel everything. Every muscle, every bruise of pleasure, every mark he had left.
The shouting had stopped now. The last thing I heard was:
"What the fuck is going on here?"
And I think I know that voice. But it doesn't belong to Caesar.
When I finally straightened up and sat on the bed, pulling the blanket around myself, I realised I wasn't alone. There were three people in the bedroom with me.
People who shouldn't be here.
Caesar was one of them, of course, he wasn't looking at me. He stood with his back to me, one hand buried in his hair, the other braced at his waist in a tired, frustrated gesture.
