Indulgence ( PATIENCE #2)

13. Shame

Hardin

"Sir..."

It is freaking annoying.

That one syllable of beckoning me, for God knows what is fucking annoying, right now.

I have my alarms for a reason for fucks sake. And over that, I wake up on my spidey senses if there is something wrong. But other than that I hate being pulled out of sleep for no fucking reason. What is there to wake up to anyway? To my dark life?

Nope, sod off. Let me sleep...

" Sir..."

It's fucking Aurther. Is it not? It is. I know. That calculated poised voice. Gruff and sure and to the point.

Aurther.

But I don't understand what's so urgent that he cannot let me sleep in. Today, out all day when I just want to sleep. I don't know why but my body needs to sleep and not wake up.

I don't remember falling asleep with impending business to deal with.

Then why?

Who the fuck is trying to steal a consignment?

Who the fuck is trying to arrange a meeting too early?

Who the fuck is trying to dethrone me now..?

Who the fuck is wanting me dead today..?

Get on with it. My temple feels like it is gonna just burst and kill me anyway. My head is throbbing as if being hammered anyway.

So get done with it quickly. And fucking let me sleep.

"Sir..."

One more time and I will fucking punch him and extract thirty-two of his white teeth.

Suddenly there is, I feel a sharp source of light on my face. Directly on my face. Like someone just flicked a light bulb on my face. I feel my body waking up some more at the atrocity. I am not sleeping soundly anymore yet I am not fully awake . I am Alert. It's just like clearer. It's like I am not rambling in my subconscious mind.

I clearly feel my eyebrows hurt as I scrunch my eyes trying to block the blare of the bulb, may be . My throat is dry so I just mumble a few curse before I lick my lips to moisten them.

There is familiar feminine after taste in my mouth. It's wierd given I don't kiss anyone. It's wierd given it reminds me of her. Her. My lips feel like her as my sleep get lighter . And lighter with each passing moment.

I don't know why but I don't want to wake up and face anything impending. It's still not clear what I dread about. I just want to stay hidden and not face. I want to keep sleeping. Today.

So I groan and twist to my side trying to stretch my arm which immidiately gets constricted.

I am not in my bed. My stupidly empty bed of the penthouse or even a suite.

I focus a little forcing my brain to work.

It's a reclined sofa? Chair?

But I am warm and comfortable. The feeling on my skin is not of a blanket but of clothes. Even my feet feel constricted within boots.

How much did I Drink last night? I do not even remember falling asleep on a sofa, a couch?

Or is it still the same day??

And I didnot change my clothes?

What worst scenario did take place that I drowned myself in alcohol so deep, that I cannot even process my surroundings? I don't remember anything.

Nothing.