Star turned in my direction, her short blonde hair sticking to her face with sweat, and she gasped in shock when her eyes found my dazed face. “Oh my god, Seven!” she yelled, pulling away from Blue and scrambling for her clothes.
My brother leaned back on his haunches, stroking his dick while he watched Star flee, and I continued to stand there dazed.
“God, put it away. You are fucking disgusting,” I yelled at him, as I turned to walk off the bus.
My moment of excitement was completely gone. Hearing her moans had me aching for her touch, but the desire was long over. The one friend I had in the world, in the arms of my enemy, and I didn’t even know where to go from there. What do you do when your life crumbles?
My body tosses and turns in the spacious bed. I’m covered in sweat, and my yells echo through the expensive suite.
“Fuck you!” I scream in the throes of a nightmare. “My brother, you fucking cunt?” I throw my arm to the side, trying to slap the target in my mind, but come in contact with a strong arm restraining me against the bed. My body slowly starts to wake up, and I realize that I was not only dreaming, but also that there is someone in my bedroom trying desperately to wake me.
“Seven. It’s okay. Shhhhh.” His voice calms me. He strokes my hair and my cheek, as my breathing starts to even out. I open my eyes, worried about what I am going to find. My mind catches up with the current events in my life, bringing me back to London. The expensive suite, the business trip, the man in my bed? What the fuck?
“Seven? Are you okay?” Levi questions, not loosening his grip on me.
“What the fuck, Levi?” I wonder why he is in my bedroom. Why he is holding me. Why does he care so damn much?
“I came in last night when I couldn’t sleep. I thought you were awake?”
I was, but I only now remember his midnight visit. I look at the clock, and realize it has only been an hour since I drifted off to sleep in his arms. “I was, I think?” I start to pull from his arms, but he won’t release his grip. “I’m okay Levi. I just… I need to use the bathroom.”
He reluctantly releases me, and I drag my naked body across the suite to the attached bathroom. Once again, I find myself in a staring contest with the mirror. It has been so long since I had that particular nightmare grip me. Had it been triggered by Levi sharing the bed with me?
When I look in the mirror, I see a broken sixteen-year-old-girl. The girl who had her fucked up life shattered by an even more fucked up situation. Why would Star fuck Blue? Over a decade later, I wish I had the answer to that question, because it still haunts me.
“She doesn’t want you, Seven. Nobody does, and nobody ever will,” Blue taunted me, as I stalked out of the bus.
“Fuck you, Blue. Fuck you.”
I look up, and I can see the reflection of his eyes inside my own. One of the only features we share. They taunt me with all my memories of hate for him. Without thinking, my fist collides with the mirror as I scream, “I hate you!”
The glass crashes to the floor all around me, and I can hear Levi on the other side of the door trying the locked doorknob repeatedly. “Seven, open the door.” His voice is stern, but I ignore him as the tears start to flow down my cheek.
“Go away, Levi,” I yell in my rage. “Just go the fuck away!” My legs give out, and I sit in a pile of glass shards, naked and bleeding from my hand.
“I swear to fucking God, Seven! If you don’t open this fucking door, I am going to break it down!” he yells, pounding against the door, and all I can do is sit and cry like a broken child. Not the strong, independent, and demanding CEO I need to be on this trip. I hear a loud crash, then another, and Levi busts through the bathroom door. He stands with a concerned look on his face, taking in the pitiful scene before him.
“Oh God, Seven.” He leans down, and scoops me into his arms like a small hurt child, pulling me close to his bare chest, and squeezing tightly. He lifts me carefully, carrying me to the bed, laying me down and examining the cut across my knuckles.
I want to look up and read his face. I want to see the pity in his eyes, but I can’t bring myself to make eye contact. I don’t want him to see my broken soul. I don’t want him to see me like this at all, but I have lost all my fight. I want to yell and scream at him. I want him to leave and never come back. I want him out of my life for good. But I can’t.
“It doesn’t look that bad. Let me get a washcloth from the en suite. Are you going to be okay for a minute?” His tone drips with concern, as he takes care of me like a parent would a child. A parent who actually cares about their child, something I have never known.
“Yes.” It’s all I can say, and I barely choke it out. His weight lifts from the bed, and I can hear the water running before he returns. I lie on top of the covers, feeling vulnerable, something I haven’t felt for years before Levi walked into my life. Sleeping naked had always been second nature, but I think tonight it was the worst idea ever. However, our connection tonight isn’t sexual in any way. It is deeper, and it scares the shit out of me.
He returns with a small white washcloth soaked in warm water. His hands work gently, cleaning the blood from my damaged right hand. The cut looked far worse when the blood covered my fist. It’s just a little knick. The mirror totally lost that battle. I just regret Levi being in the vicinity of my meltdown. I want him gone. I want to be alone.
“Look, Levi. I think you should go back to your room.” My words don’t faze him at all. He continues sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing nothing but a thin pair of black bed pants, which hang deliciously off his hips. I shouldn’t be ogling his muscular V, but I can’t help it. It is downright beautiful. “I am fine. I can promise you that. It was just a dream.” I try to let him off the hook, but he still doesn’t move. How the fuck am I going to get rid of him?
“I’m not going anywhere, Seven. You need to go back to bed. We have a long day tomorrow. We don’t need to talk about this.” Of course we need to talk about how fucked up I am. Maybe that will send him running for the hills.
“Levi, I am fucked up. You don’t want me. I promise you that. If I gave you that chance you asked for, you’d only regret it. It isn’t good for either of us.” I motion between the two of us. “This isn’t good for either of us.” I pull the covers over my exposed body again.
“We don’t have to talk about anything you don’t want to. I’m not going anywhere, Seven. Whatever this is, I’m in it for the long haul, so you can stop pushing me away.”
I hate being pushed, and I hate being defied even more. “What if I just don’t want you, Levi?” I intend my words to hurt, but they don’t have an impact on him in the least.
“I would call you a liar.” His words hit me like a punch to the cunt. A liar? I have never been called a liar in my life. There are a lot of nasty words you can use to describe me, but a liar is not one of them. I pride myself in my integrity, if nothing else.
My words come out as a whisper. “No one has ever called me a liar before.”
His fingers run along my damp cheek, and he leans in to plant a sweet peck on my cheek. “Then don’t lie to me, Seven.”
He snugly tucks me in under the soft covers, before climbing back into the bed behind me. His arms wrap around my waist, spooning me from behind. His semi-hard dick presses against my ass, and he presses a single kiss against my neck before tucking his other arm under his pillow and drifting off to sleep. I quickly join him, hoping another nightmare doesn’t interrupt.