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“Sure.” Slayer wipes his dick off on the blanket, then puts his boxers and pants back on. “I’ll see you around. Send me a few of the pics too.”

I stay on the couch, arms wrapped around Vanessa, as Slayer sees himself out.

“We’ll do it with Giulio next time,” I murmur to her.

She only trembles in response.

We stay like that until my cock fully softens and finally slips out of her.

19

VANESSA

The math isn’t working out in my head.

Not the accounting—that’s also not working out, and I’m so close to putting the pieces together—but the other math.

My period.

It’s hard to keep track of the days, especially when Damien, Giulio, and Slayer visit me at odd hours. I don’t know if I’m glad that I’m back at Ntimacy instead of at Damien’s apartment. My stay there had been a little bit less boring than here, but it had also meant Damien and Giulio fucking me a lot more regularly.

It’s been more than four weeks though, I think. Last time I’d been late. Maybe I’m just extremely late again. I’ve been under so much stress, it’s understandable my body doesn’t know what to do with itself.

I startle when I hear the knock on the door. Whoever it is, I don’t want to see them.

Except I do, because I haven’t spoken to anybody in days. Stef is gone, and none of the remaining girls want to talk with me. I can’t get myself to look Elena in the eye. Donny and Paul aren’t even making me do any chores anymore.

“Miss me?” Giulio says as he strolls in, carrying a bag of takeout food. “I brought dinner.”

“I always miss you,” I say automatically, the words almost sounding genuine. I’ve had a lot of practice, and I’ve had a lot of reasons to play along. Ever since the night at Slayer’s cabin… I try not to shudder at the thought. I’m going to have scars from that forever, both mentally and physically. Over the past few weeks, I’ve learned it’s just easier to play along.

Giulio smiles at me, like he knows I’m only pretending, but he doesn’t call me out on it. He settles onto the mattress by my thighs and pats my side. “Yeah? Then it’s a good thing I’m here. Can’t have you pining away for me.”

He’s making fun of me. But Damien is right—if you show you’re annoyed, Giulio only goes in harder. So I take his hand and sit up, not reacting at all when he kisses my cheek, and peer at the food.

“What did you bring? I’m really hungry.” It’s true, too. I’ve been eating everything Donny and Paul send my way, dutifully taking all my vitamins, but the boredom is really getting to me. I keep craving food.

Whatever Giulio brought, it smells good too.

“Hope you’re in the mood for Peruvian. There’s rotisserie chicken and yucas, but I grabbed the ceviche too if you’re feeling adventurous.” Giulio takes the containers out of the bag and sets them on the floor in front of us.

“I’ve never had Peruvian,” I say. Something in there smells really good, actually. “I think my dad ordered ceviche at a Mexican restaurant once. It looked kind of gross.”

If I’m remembering correctly, it’s some raw fish dish, with lemons and onions. Not much better than sushi.

Giulio shrugs and hands me a set of utensils. “Yep. I know you’re like Slayer. Only the familiar food for you.”

He’s got the ceviche uncovered—it smells so strongly of lemon—when his phone buzzes. He sighs loudly and puts the container down again. “Fucking business. You’d think people would be able to handle their own shit at 10 p.m. on a Saturday.”

Anything that distracts him is good for me, though.

Only once Giulio looks at his phone, he grins, and that sets off alarm bells inside me. Giulio taps the phone, and I hear it come through loud and clear. Giulio taps his finger to his lips, signaling me to stay quiet.

“Yo, Doctor Savage! What’s up?” he asks.

Doctor Savage? Who’s that? I tense, not liking the sound of this. What kind of doctor is calling Giulio this late at night?

“See, I knew you’d be awake. I was told you wouldn’t want to hear from me at this late hour.” There’s a strange quality to his voice that makes it sound like he’s on speaker too.

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