Page 79 of My Hunger, Your Soul

“How many times have I heard that very sentence? You see, you say that, but you clearly do want trouble, otherwise you’d back off. Are you gonna back off, Georgey?”

Every time I call him Georgey his nostrils flare. He is dying to correct me. It amazes me how people get so worked up over changing their name to a more playful sound. The human mind is so interesting. They hate to feel like they’re being belittled. Mocked. Insinuating I look at them like a child. It amuses me more than it should, that’s why I can’t help doing it.

“Fine. Have it your way.”

“That’s what I thought,” I say before lifting my knife and placing it back into my jacket pocket. I’ve left a nice little mark on his otherwise perfect desk that will no doubt be replaced. This guy has OCD written all over him. Just as I’m about to go, I leave him with a final piece of information.

“After work at our house is complete, Tyler will no longer be working here. He will be setting up his own business.”

“He never mentioned it,” he says in shock, his voice slightly higher pitched than normal.

“That’s because he doesn’t know yet. Bye for now, Georgey. Be good.”

I leave his office and walk down to the other side of the building to find my Ty. As I open his door, I find him pacing in front of the windows with his phone in his hand.

“You look anxious, sweetheart.”

Ty spins and looks at me accusingly.

“What did you do? And why are you in here? I told you not to come up here, Ivan.”

I sit down in the chair at his desk and lean back with my hands behind my head.

“You still think anyone can tell me what to do, Ty? After all this time you’ve spent with me?”

“That’s why I’m asking what you have done.”

“Come sit on my knee,” I say, patting my lap.

He hesitates.

“Now, Tyler.”

Taking long strides towards me, he straddles my lap and I grab onto my favorite toy. His ass.

“I’ve cleared things up with your boss, so stop worrying.”

“Oh god, Ivan. What did you say to him? Please tell me he’s still breathing at least?”

‘I can be civil. We have an understanding.”

“I don’t feel reassured by this.”

“That’s your problem. I keep telling you to relax.”

“Dickhead,” he mutters before kissing me gently on the lips, tugging my hair.

“Are you still wet from this morning?” I whisper into his ear, before biting on his lobe, causing him to hiss and grind his groin into mine.

“Yes.”

“Take your pants off and sit on my dick. I want you to keep it warm while I talk to you,” I say as I start to kiss down his neck.

“Not happening. I’m at work, Ivan.”

I grab him by the throat with both hands and squeeze until he is wheezing.

“Denying me, sweetheart? You want that punishment?”

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