Page 4 of Trashed to Treasured
But my questions about who the pacifiers belonged to became more clear when I opened the main pocket and found an adult-sized onesie, a pack of crayons, and a small teddy bear.
Is Brody a little? Or did this belong to his little?Either way, the need for me to go check on him began to intensify. Especially when I found a large silicone dildo and some other sex toys at the bottom of the bag. “Well, I can’t exactly donate or resell those…”
After carefully putting everything back in, I continued to check the side pockets. I found a bag of Skittles in one pouch and an envelope full of cash in the last one. At that point, any reservations I had about returning the bag to Brody were gone.
If nothing else, he needed his passport and cash back. And maybe he wanted the rest of his stuff too.
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BRODY
The pounding in my head got louder and louder as I slowly woke up. I was on my couch…mostly, and everything hurt.
Particularly my bladder.
“Fuck, I gotta piss.” I pushed myself up onto my feet and took a second to steady myself before the pounding started up again. This time, I realized it wasn’t in my head. It was at my front door.
“Who the…” Oh, my grocery delivery. “Just leave it on the porch. I’ll put your tip on the app.”
Ignoring the pounding on the door, I shuffled to the bathroom, half leaning against the wall to guide me the short distance. My bladder was pulsing in pain with every step I took.
This can’t be healthy.
Soon enough, I had done my business and was slowly making my way to the front door. I added a couple bottles of electrolytes to my vodka order, and I might’ve even been smart enough to throw in a bottle of cranberry juice as a mixer, so I wasn’t completely ignoring my health.
After Jesse left, I inhaled a burrito and stayed awake just long enough to place my order before passing out. That was a few hours ago, and my stomach was growling again. The shopper better not have substituted my cookie dough for some healthy shit. If I saw a bag of granola or cottage cheese, I was gonna lose my shit.
I was almost at my front door when I heard a knock again.
This time, it was less aggressive, but still. What was this guy waiting for?
As I yanked it open, I was already in lecture mode. “I said I’d put the tip…” Words failed me as I looked into the eyes of some hot man, slightly older than me, who was…holding my backpack.
I gasped and stumbled backward. I would have fallen right on my ass if not for the man stepping forward and grabbing a handful of my shirt to keep me upright.
“Whoa, there. Are you okay?”
I opened and shut my mouth a few times, trying to form words that wouldn’t come. After taking a second for my head to clear, I realized my stomach wasn’t up for this kind of trauma. Both hands flew over my mouth as I turned toward the kitchen. There was no way I was gonna make it to the bathroom, so I leaned over the kitchen sink and unloaded.
I prayed the man at my door had walked away, like any other stranger holding somebody’s go-bag would have done, but as my cheek rested on the cool countertop, I heard the faucet turn on and the garbage disposal run as the sexy stranger cleaned up my mess.
Could this be any more humiliating?
“Sorry. I left your tip in the app, but now I feel like I owe you a lot more than four bucks.” I tried to laugh, but my stomach heaved again. I barely missed the man’s arm as another stream of vomit spewed out of me.How could there be so much?
“A tip for what?” He found the kitchen towel I had hanging over the oven handle and soaked it in cold water before placing it across my forehead. “Do you feel better now, or is more coming up?”
I had no idea how to answer that, but whatever would stop him from witnessing this humiliation was worth a shot. “I’m better, thanks. You can go. I’m sure you have other deliveries to make.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, but I’m assuming you’re Brody, Jesse’s friend?”
“What?” I grabbed the rag and used it to wash my face, then I pulled the sprayer into my mouth and filled it with cool water, rinsing out the nastiness that had pooled there. “You know Jesse?”
Nothing made sense, but my head was a little spinny again. I swayed when I tried to stand upright, but firm hands grabbed my elbows and held me up.
“Whoa, there. Let’s get you to the couch.”
I tried to walk on my own, but by the time we were in front of the couch, he was basically carrying me. “Who are you again?”
