Page 10 of His Holy Chaos

"Right. You don't seem like you're very religious."

"Why would you say that?" I ask. "I love to be on my knees to worship. That's pretty religious in my opinion," I say, winking.

He rolls his eyes.

"Are you aware that you look like a stalker right now?" he asks, pinching the bridge of his nose with his eyes closed. I bite back a laugh and put my hand on my heart, pretending to be wounded.

"Wow! No, why would you say that? So mean, darling."

He raises an eyebrow. "Well, you've asked around about information from me, and you're now following me to my church, my personal space. That doesn't look very good, does it?"

"If you put it like that, it just sounds like I made a lot of effort to find you because I like you," I say, smiling, trying to look angelic. He isn't buying it, though. He raises his eyebrows and then pulls them together.

"Well, don't. It was nice meeting you, Jude, but you and I don't have anything in common."

"How do you know that?" I ask. "We barely talked. You are attracted to me. I'm attracted to you. I'm a sub, you claim to be a Dom. We are single. Why not?"

He looks very shocked that I would say it like that. "Lower your voice," he hisses, and I wonder if he's a prude. Probably. Catholic and shit. Good thing I love to corrupt people. "You are like twenty years younger than me."

"I'm twenty-eight. I'm way past the legal age. Actually, young people now call me uncle, so you don't have to worry about that."

But he's having none of that. He rolls his eyes and tries to go to the door.

"Goodbye, Jude. Maybe we'll see each other at BratWorld, but only there."

"Hell no, this is not a goodbye," I tell him. "I told you I want to get closer to God, so I'm going to start coming to this church. If you have any objections, you'll have to get me banned somehow. I don't know how churches work very well, but I'm pretty sure everybody's welcome. Or are you going to tell your shepherd or priest, or whatever religious leader you guys have, that you are forbidding me from coming to hear the word of God?"

He rolls his eyes so much that I'm pretty sure his head rolled with it.

"You know who rolls their eyes frequently, right? Brats. Maybe you aren't a Dom like you claim."

"Obviously I am," he says, his face outraged, and I can't help but giggle. I love to get on his nerves.

"Okay, perfect! So I'll see you next time. Let me sign up for the choir," I insist.

"Obviously not," he says. I knit my eyebrows together.

"Why not?!" I ask, exasperated. He looks even more exasperated than me, though.

"Because I don't even know if you have any talent, and besides that, the sign-up is closed already. You're going to have to wait until next term when we open it up again so you can do a trial. By then, I'm pretty sure you'll be out of my life. So, the answer is no."

"Wow, aren't you a grump? That's okay, I like you even so," I tell him. "I'll see you next time anyway. It is an open practice, isn't it? So, I'm welcome to stay."

"I wouldn't say welcome," he says. That guy is hard to get. Too bad for me that I like hard. "Goodbye, Jude," he repeats, even though I told him that this isn’t a goodbye in the first place.

"There's just one little thing," I tell him. "My friend Alfie left me here alone. I need a ride back. Wouldn't you be a darling and provide me with one?"

He looks absolutely shocked that I'd ask something like that. Before he says no, I hit him with my signature puppy eyes. "Pretty please?"

"Can't you call a rideshare?" he sighs.

"I mean, I could. But please? You won't leave me like that in the streets, right? Aren't you a Daddy? You wouldn't leave somebody so clueless and innocent like me alone, right? Please?"

He still looks shocked, but he sighs. I see how his face changes when I say "Daddy" and I relish it.

"Okay, kid. I very much doubt that you are innocent, but you are certainly clueless. Don't get used to it. Come on."

I can't believe he actually does it. So, it means that not everything is lost after all. I can still win this game.