Page 88 of Mind Maze

Wait.

The first time we met?

He drugged me.

He drugged me and it didn’t work like last time.

It’s then I see the needle. I don’t even feel the prick of its bite. The only reason I know it’s in my system is warmth flows through me like a river of bliss.

My eyes close a moment later.

What happens to me next?

Caius

“Nothing,” the man says, shrugging. “Just regular people. Maybe you should call the police or something. I’m no professional.”

A professional would ask questions.

“You did fine. Exactly what I asked for,” I tell him with a grunt, fishing out my wallet. “An extra hundred as a tip.”

The man eyes the money with hesitation but finally takes it out of my grip. “Thanks. ’Preciate it. But listen, if whoever did that to your face is coming for you, you really ought to hire someone for protection.” He stuffs the money into his coat pocket and then holds up both palms. “To be clear, I’m not that guy.”

“I’ll consider it,” I lie.

With a nod, he disappears into the crowd. My phone buzzes with an incoming text. I half expect it to be Romy wondering where I went. I’d thought I could run my errands before she awoke, but it’s getting late in the morning.

It’s not Romy who texted me.

Bald Guy: Building lobby across from the hotel. Creepy ass motherfucker watching you right now.

The man I just gave money to is only one of the few I hired after the strange guy found Romy and Eva in the café. After last night’s bullshit, I wanted to check in to see if the people I’d hiredhad anything to report. Bald Guy, as saved in my phone, must have had his ears ringing.

Me: Headed that way now.

As I wait for a stream of cars to pass, my mind drifts to Romy. I couldn’t keep my dick out of her. It feels like a fever dream, but it’s real. I still smell like her. It wasn’t some fantasy. No, we have officially moved into a real relationship. That wasn’t supposed to happen.

And yet, I am eager to get back to her. I want to forget everything for a full day, focusing only on her and her sweet, receptive body. Hell, I’ll even cash in on the blowjob she promised.

My cock twitches at the thought of Romy on her knees, sucking me off. She’d said I could teach her, which meant she hasn’t performed it on anyone before. For some reason, the idea of instructing her on how to gag on my cock is a hot fantasy I never knew I needed.

A car honks at me and I jolt, having not seen him. I give him the finger because he should learn to slow down. He gives me one back—a proper New York City greeting. I hustle across the road and up the steps of the building in question. When I reach the glass doors, I peer in and can see the creep standing in the middle of the lobby, staring right toward me.

Before I can enter, Bald Guy slips out and immediately lights a cigarette. He takes a long drag, then points at the creep.

“Been like that for a while. I was tied up with a phone call, but as soon as I was free, I texted you.” He takes another hit of his cigarette before forcefully blowing out a plume of smoke. “Two different people stopped to ask him if he was okay. He didn’t answer them, so they kept on going. It’s like he’s in a trance.”

Because he is, Baldie.

Bald guy gestures at my face. “He do that?”

“Nah. Some guy thought he could put his hands on my woman.”

“I’m guessing he looks worse?”

“Hospital.”

Bald Guy smirks. “Right on. If we’re done here, I’m going to head out.”

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