Page 64 of Poison

Mitchell didn't argue. It would've been stupid to do so. Attempted rape was a hefty charge that led to several years'worth of servitude. And his good computer skills would be the only reason a sponsor might pick him up. He clearly wasn't suited for any type of manual labor.

"What about my shirt?" he protested as we escorted him to the front doors.

"Tough fucking luck," Cherry snarled.

Hanging his head, Mitchell left the building.

"So, what do we do now?" Vic asked as he settled onto the bouncer's chair.

If Alex were here, he would know what to do. "Do we know anyone who can figure out which file is which?"

Cherry and Vic looked at each other, and then they both shrugged. Fuck. It looked like I needed to go on with my plan no matter what. I couldn't chicken out. "Do you think you can download those files onto your computer at your house, Vic? I don't have a glacom... Hobbs won't let me have one."

"I can do that. I'm off Wednesday and Thursday." He chuckled. "It will be nice to not have to sleep on Cherry's tiny couch for a couple of nights."

I grinned. He was trying so hard to lighten the mood. "I'll see you on Friday, and we will see what we can come up with." I glanced up at one of the cameras on the wall. The light was still blue; the cameras were down for server maintenance. However, it wouldn't last all night. "We don't want the cameras to catch us down here. We need to get moving."

Chapter 45

We all headed up the stairs, and Vic kissed me goodbye before he and Cherrywent backto her apartment. I waited until they were out of sight, then snuck into the pleasure room.

Hobbs was still fast asleep, snoring loudly.Damn, that drug made him noisy.I hoped he enjoyed the rest because he was in forone hell ofa hangover the moment he woke up. Silently, I climbed into bed next to his prone body, and it took over an hour to doze off with all the racket.

When I woke up, Trevorwas standingover me, and I took the orange C juice he offered. "I need food," he muttered grumpily.

I smirked. "Feeling alright, Daddy?"

His nose crinkled. "I didn't realize I had so much to drink last night."

"You were hammering them back pretty hard. I'm surprised we could get you up the stairs."

"I vaguely remember that." He walked over to a wardrobe and picked up a folded set of clothing. "Put these on. I really do need food."

Surprisingly enough, the clothing wasn't pink. A green tank top and form-fitting black pants. Since he didn't give me underwear, I had to go commando.The momentmy shoes were on, Trevor placed a hand on the small of my back and hastily escorted me out of the room.

We took the car to a local café where I ordered a soft-boiled egg with cinnamon toast sticks, and Hobbs had a bowl of fruit with some turkey bacon on the side.Thankfully, when we were finished, his bad mood seemed to have subsided.

Our next stop was a local spa called The Blue Mist. It wasn't anything spectacular. The walls were a light blue with generic pictures of wildflowers, and the counter and chairs were a deep royal navy. Other than that, the place was bland. But the massages were nice. I could have stayed there forever, but Trevor had booked a fewotherthings for the day.

Next, the techs covered our faces in moisturizingfacemasks and escorted us into separate mud baths of thick, brown gunk. At least Hobbs looked content, keeping to himself. And after cucumbers were placed over my eyes, I was left with nothing butmy ownthoughts.This might be the last time anything like this ever happens to me.If things went as planned, I wouldbe leaving Top Hill and movingto Lowervill with Vic.What I would do for a living was beyond me, considering the only thing I really knew how to do was take a cock up the ass or suck one. In reverse order, obviously.

I sighed, sinkingdownfurther into the mud until it touched my chin. Why couldn't Hobbs be like this all the time? Why couldn't he have left well enough alone?Things couldhave been so different ifhehad allowed me to say no. Why couldn't he accept that I didn't want to be in the limelight? Maybe if he had warned me that hewas going totrain Lucien, I would have been better prepared for it and not freaked out.

I had to stop myself from laughing out loud. Who was I kidding? I was the jealous type. Maybe I wouldn't have broken Lucien's teeth, but I would have made it very clear that I wasn't okay with the little pixie touching my man. Even after Trevor moved me into a separate apartment, I would lay awake at night getting worked up over hundreds of imaginary men.

Ever sincethat day, Trevor never flaunted another manin front ofme.But I wasn't stupid enough to think he wasn't sticking his dick in tight little pixie asses from time to time. Lifting one of the cucumbers from my eyes, I glanced at Trevor. He was relaxing with his head thrown back. Like I should've been. Did I really have to go through with all this? How much better would my life really be if I was set free? I didn't know how to survive without Trevor. How long would Vic be willing to put up with me before he told me to get the fuck out? The only thing I knew how to do was make another man cum.

God damn, I needed to get high. Or drunk. Maybe both. I needed to get out of my own head. A future with Vic would lead to the unknown, but how much worse could it be than my life with Trevor? Vic wouldn't force me to have sex with anyone else. But Vic also couldn't afford things like spa days, the latest fashion, or even the best food. Vic wouldn't hit me. Vic honestly cared for me. He was risking his own freedom to secure mine. Why was I even questioning what life would be better?

My spiral was interrupted by one of the spa therapists. Our session was over. We cleaned up and sat in a steamy sauna for fifteen minutes beforeheading backto the apartment.

And the first thing I did was head to the liquor cabinet. Popping the cork, I took a good few gulps before Hobbs walked in. "I allow you to drink at the club, but I never said you had free reign to do so here."

I bit my lower lip, trying to keep the venom from spewingout. How could I possibly keep going back and forth with this man? How could I want to deal with this for however long he was willing to keep me? Vic didn't like it when I indulged in recreational activities, but he never forbade it. He never spoke to me like I was property.

Replacing the cork, I tilted my head and eyed him as I returned the bottle, and he closed the cabinet door. "You'll ruin yourself."

"What are you going to do when I get too old for you, Trevor?" He arched a brow. "I may look like I'm in my early twenties now, but what happens when I get my first wrinkle? When I can no longer pass for a twenty-something puk? I'm almost thirty, for fuck's sake. Twelve more years, and I'll be forty. What are you going to do? Drop me like a bad habit? Toss me out on the street because I'm not pretty enough for you anymore?"

---