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She shakes her head. “I’m not playing this game with you, Derek. I’m not going to sit here and get excited about you bringing in food that I like as if it actually softens the blow of what you’re doing to me. You can take all this food and choke on it.”
“Guess I made the right call not ordering dessert. I was gonna do up a sundae bar. Thought we could eat those in bed after round two. Should we get started on round one then, since you’re not hungry?”
She stares at me hatefully.
“There was that sexy Sunday sundaes post you wrote about fucking all day and eating sundaes together in bed. Remember? Would you prefer to leave instead?” I ask.
“Of course I would,” she snaps.
“Fine. Go.” I gesture.
She looks surprised.
She doesn’t wait for me to say it twice, doesn’t risk me changing my mind. She rushes back to my room and in a matter of minutes, she’s gone. No goodbye.
After I eat alone and clean up, I find the discarded lingerie on my bench, including the little G-string, which I inspect.
An adorable little wet spot on the crotch.
Yeah. I thought so. As much as she’s angry and embarrassed, she can’t help but want me.
I put the fabric to my nose and inhale, then smile as my cock hardens.
She’s gone home and she’s probably denying she’s a little disappointed that I didn’t fuck her tonight.
She’ll lie there in bed, wondering what I’d have done to her if she’d stayed.
Thursday
When lunchtime hits, Adam knocks on my door and pushes it open.
I turn around to face him.
“Hey,” he greets excitedly.
“Hey,” I return.
He sent me a text message half an hour ago asking me to not interrupt until he said so. He said he had to do a video call. A week ago I’d be asking right now how that call went. But today, I’ve got other things on my mind.
Alannah tried to get me to meet her for lunch today, but I’ve made an excuse. She knows me so well, so she’s going to know things aren’t okay when she talks to me or heaven forbid, sees me, and I’m not supposed to tell anyone what’s going on. My brain has been working in overdrive and not giving me answers.
He scratches his temple thoughtfully. “I, uh… got a last-minute assignment to cover a story in Bowling Green.”
“Oh?”
“Uh huh. I told them at work I have wheels now and said I’d wanna be considered for more assignments where it’s accessible, you know, and they had someone interview me just now on the fly through video call for their morning show tomorrow, which is why I asked you not to come in for a while. And that’s done and they’re running a clip tomorrow on the local news about how that fundraiser got me mobile even though it didn’t hit the goal. They’re adding the link to the story so it might even go viral and help cover the rest of the cost.”
“That’s great,” I say, and my mind flashes to how much of the costs Derek covered.
Both directly and indirectly. And also… the fact he told me he dropped a hundred thousand dollars in my bank account. I’ve been afraid to look.
“The magazine wants to do a trial run on a new accessibility column, so part of it means me covering a story up there, attend a town hall where some issues are being brought up and… I wasn’t sure I wanted to become the poster child for it but… I figure it’s an assignment. A lot better than the crap they’ve handed me the last few months since I’ve been housebound. The column could take off. Could help me get my book published, too. When it’s ready, I mean. Who knows?” He shrugs.
“That’s great,” I say, genuinely pleased for him. “Exciting stuff.”
But he looks uncertain. His mood has been great the past few days with his newfound freedom that came with the new van.
“I don’t want to get too excited,” he says.
