Redemancy

45.

Amara

I wake up in the middle of the night for some reason, looking at the clock on the nightstand to see it's only three in the morning.

So why the hell am I awake?

I look beside me to see which of my guys is in bed with me, when I'm tired I tend to forget things since I'm all alone in my bed.

I sit up in my bed as I feel a stinging pain in my shoulder. Fuck.

I walk out of bed and stress down the stairs, where the guys have all my pain medicine in a cabinet.

I take a look before taking the Fentanyl pills, taking it down with water as I worry about the after effects.

I've always looked up any side effects and information on all the pills I've taken for anything. I've been seeing articles of Fentanyl deaths from Fentanyl.

Even though ninety-nine per cent of the deaths were from drug overdose, I'm still afraid. But I've been thinking that it might just be what I'm afraid of.

Afraid of taking too many pills at once, more than I should take when the pain gets so much that I can't handle it anymore.

I've talked to the guys about this, and even with the doctor. He gave me the right dosage and that it should lessen the pain a lot so that I won't feel the need to take any more pills.

God, I feel like a fucking drug addict when I say that.

I walk out of the kitchen and decide I'm hungry. I walk towards the pantry and open it, it is a fucking walk-in closet. Thank god my guys love sweets as much as I do. this is probably one of my favorite rooms in the entire house.

I know what my number one favourite is though.

I grab a packet of Oreos before walking back to the kitchen, grabbing a big bowl before pouring it full of milk, and throwing the Oreos in as well before taking a spoon.

I walk to the living room and sit on the couch before turning on the TV, turning on Gossip Girl. My literal favourite show ever.

"Hey, baby." A voice from behind me says, startling me as I drop the fucking bowl on the ground, the bowl is alive but the milk and cookies are all over the ground. "Fuck." He says as I turn around, Valerius rubbing his eyes as he looks at me.

He looks dead.

He for real looks like a ghost. A very sexy one at that.

"Why are you up?" I ask him, standing up from the couch before taking the bowl, as Valerius follows me to the kitchen.

"Couldn't sleep. Missed you in my bed." He says, pulling my hair out of my neck before kissing it, standing behind me as one of his hands is on my hips, the other somewhere around my head.

"Hm, I bet you did," I say, walking away from him to grab a wet cloth to clean up the milk and cookies on the floor.

I hate rats.

"What are you doing?" He asks me before I can leave the kitchen, grabbing me around my waist, and stopping me.

"I'm cleaning up the mess you made," I say, pointing to him as he looks at me with a smile, holding my face in his hands as he makes me look at him.

"Why don't you let me?" He says, taking the cloth from me, and picking me up from the ground before placing me on the kitchen counter. "Let me clean up the mess I'm going to make." He says, pulling my shirt over my head to expose my naked body.

"No panties, baby?" He says, taking my tit in his mouth, swirling his tongue around my nipple like it's a popsicle. "You're fucking killing me."

"Valerius-" I try, but I'm cut off by my moaning, stabilizing myself on the counter my putting my hands further back, leaning back as my pussy aches for his touch.