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Chris

“Would you like a drink?” I ask as Marcus releases my hands from the shackles.

Gathering his clothing, he wanders off as I put the restraints away. “I’m good right now,” he calls out, walking off to clean up in the bathroom.

Grabbing a bottle of water out of the minibar, I wander around naked, checking out the night skyline. My hotel is in the center of Manhattan, across from a few others, and it’s funny, at this hour there’s still a few lights on in the adjacent building.

Guzzling the bottle down, sucking moisture back into my soul, Marcus steps out of the bathroom -- fully clothed.

“You’re leaving?”

“Yeah. Sorry, duty calls.”

Duty? “Sorry?”

Tossing his shoes on, he stand and quickly unlocks the door to the hall. I walk over as he’s exiting at light speed.

“Yeah.” With a quick kiss on the cheek, Marcus steps out. “Thanks for the news story, Governor.” Waving his phone in the air, Marcus walks off with an air of superiority. “Don’t worry, it’s already uploaded to the news center, and the guy across at the other building has it too. Have a nice night.”

I look across at the adjacent building. “Are you fucking kidding me!” I yell. I chase him out into the hall. I bet the fucker never thought I’d follow him naked into a public space.

“Look. You knew sooner or later it was going to come out. It couldn’t stay hidden forever.” Halting him, I slam his body up against the wall and throw a punch into the drywall by his head. Better it than him. Because right now, I want to pummel the fuck out of him.

“Remove it. Recant it. Pull the story back.”

He gives me a snide grin. “Can’t. Won’t say you weren’t a good fuck, but I can’t lose such a juicy story.”

That was the last thing he should have said. Gripping his phone, I bend it until it breaks and pull out the sim card. Cracking it in half, hoping he hadn’t fully uploaded the file. Maybe I can save a bit of face.

Honestly, he’s right. I never thought I’d get away with it this long. I figured that my ass would’ve been in the tabloids long ago if not for—

Fuck! I need to call Carli and see if she can help me on this.

Shit. She’s not my girl for this shit. Doris isn’t the right woman for the job either. Thinking to look at my watch, I remember I’m not wearing it.

“Can I go now, man? You can’t do shit to me.”

Wanting to toss Marcus out the fifteenth story window, or pulling the elevator doors open and sliding him down an open shaft crosses my mind.

“You bet I can.” Slamming a fist to his gut and two to his face, Marcus buckles. As his ass hits the floor, unconscious, I feel better and worse. The alcohol has definitely worn off after this round of endorphin and adrenaline release, but I’m seething with a need to kill someone.

Leaving him to lie in his own pool of despair, I walk back to the room. Sauntering back into the hallway, I find it bustling with nosey guests, checking out the commotion in the hotel. I’m naked and asking for the attention. There’s not much I can do to fix this. I might as well stand proudly as the large, intimidating black man I am. Gay or not, I’m a hulking fucker that usually scares the masses.

“Go back to bed,” I say, not caring an iota what they think of me.

Reaching my room, I remember I don’t have a key card. I stomped out without it. Mainly because I don’t have pockets. Unless you count my asshole. And it’s already taken a hit tonight.

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