Chapter 146: Not Drunk, Just Lonely
Sometime later, after assistant Ford finished wrapping up his hand, Aidan was finally alone again. The apartment had fallen into a heavy silence. The soft hum of the city came through the floor-to-ceiling glass wall that looked out over the skyline.
Aidan stood there, motionless, staring at the city lights. His right hand throbbed, wrapped in thick white bandages, a reminder of the glass he had crushed earlier. It stopped bleeding, but the pain was still there, full and stubborn.
He raised his left hand and picked up his phone from the table nearby. His thumb hovered over the screen, ready to type, then stopped. He tried again. Using his non-dominant hand felt clumsy, the movement stiff and frustrating. His thumb slipped, tapping the wrong letters. Annoyed, he let out a short dry laugh and hit the voice message button instead.
Holding his phone up, he spoke with a relaxed tone.
AAA: "Hey, are you awake?"
Micah, on the other hand, lay on his side in bed, one arm curled under his pillow, blanket halfway down. He stared at the ceiling with a frown, shifting and twisting every few minutes like the mattress was made of stone. Sleep just wouldn’t come. He turned into his back and groaned into the darkness. The screen of his phone lit up. Micah reached out and picked it up from the nightstand. His brows lifted when he saw the sender.
Micah paused. Right, that guy with the deformed car roof. It had been a while since they last chatted. Maybe a little teasing would take his mind off things. Might help him sleep too.
He pressed play on the voice message. A husky tone, low and smug spread through the quiet room.
AAA (voice message): "Hey, are you awake?"
Micah shivered, lips twitching. He started typing.
RogueOverlord: What’s it at this hour? Got dumped?