Page 22 of Corrupt Princess
Hell, I’d rather not spend time with me if I didn’t have to.
At least the room looked almost back to normal by the time he left, which will hopefully stop Janice from going apeshit at me on her next delightful visit.
I sit there in pain but refuse to do anything about it for the longest time. I deserve it. Whatever went down Friday night was entirely my fault. I know that for a fact. Every time a nurse pokes their head in, I send them away again. Thankfully, most are easier swayed than Janice, who seems to have gone off shift.
Thoughts of Brianna only being next door taunt me the whole time I sit there, but as much as I might want to force myself into her room, I don’t. Not yet, anyway.
Voices outside are my first clue that my peaceful and silent torture is coming to the end about three seconds before the door busts open and Theo, Seb, and Alex pile into the room wearing football shirts and covered in mud and sweat.
“Glad to see you’ve all been enjoying yourselves,” I mutter as they steal any scrap of food that I’ve left, drain my water jug, and make themselves at home on the two free chairs and my fucking bed.
“Well, we didn’t think you needed us turning up pointing out all your fuck-ups first thing. The state of your face should have done the job well enough,” Theo muses.
“Fuck you.”
“Nah, man. Not when you’re injured.” He grins at me, making himself look like a fucking maniac.
“So how’s it going? Janice taking good care of you?” Seb asks, throwing a grape into his mouth. Fuck knows where they came from or how they survived the carnage I caused earlier.
“Oh yeah. She’s treating me with a nice gentle touch,” I mutter.
“I fucking bet she is. I hope you’ve told her that your girlfriend is next door,” Alex teases, making my teeth grind.
“She’s not my girlfriend,” I growl.
“Sweet,” he sings, hopping to his feet. “I should probably be in her room, making her feel better then.”
“Sit your fucking arse back down, Deimos.”
A smirk covers his face as he does as he’s told.
“It wouldn’t matter anyway, she’s already full of my cum,” I taunt as a memory of me fucking her in the bathroom at Twenty-Five slams into me like a truck. I gasp as it plays out in my mind, lifting my hand to push my hair back as my blood begins to heat. “Fuck.” That was hot as shit. How the fuck could I forget something like that?
“Thought you couldn’t remember anything,” Theo mutters.
“I-I couldn’t. That just… hit me.”
“Of course he’d remember getting his dick wet over everything else,” Seb laughs.
“Shut the fuck up,” I bark. “It’s not fucking funny, I have no idea why I lost my shit and ended up in that building.”
Silence ripples through the room.
“You really don’t remember anything?” Alex asks, looking a little more concerned now.
“No.”
“Christ, you finally hit your head so hard your brain fell out,” Theo quips. “I mean, it’s always been quite small so…”
“Anyone packing?” I growl, glaring pure hate at my cousin.
“Seriously, bro,” Alex says, leaning forward with a deep frown marring his brow. “You don’t remember anything?”
I sit back, trying to force my brain to come up with something.
The image of fucking Brianna into the wall in that bathroom plays out on repeat in my head, causing my cock to swell under my less-than-attractive hospital gown.
“We were in Twenty-Five,” I confirm. I don’t know how I know. It’s not like I’ve ever been in the ladies’ toilets there before, but I know.