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“I think that’s my line.” Walker chuckles.
“I am happy to hear that.” And I am. I truly am. “Does that mean our fourth date was worth the wait,doctor?” I mold myself against his back and kiss his cheek. It’s the one without the scar, but just as pleasant to feel beneath my lips.
“Only if it’s not the first and last time,Daddy.” Walker cranes his neck around for a true kiss.
There are two times when I feel briefly whole, like I imagine normal people feel more often. In the moment when a deserving someone’s life is about to be snuffed out by my hand. And when a very different deserving someone is on the brink of rapture because I brought them there.
The wholeness I feel in those moments is fleeting. That’s the difference with Walker. This feeling is not going away. The more I look at him in our shared bliss, the more my wholeness grows.
“I really want to stay like this,” Walker says, snuggling back against me.
“So do I.” I mean that too like I never have with anyone else, especially considering it is time for Walker to leave.
“Um, but….”
“But?”
“I kind of need to pee.” He peeks back at me again.
I laugh and want nothing more than to capture another kiss, so I do. I can despondently tell him that I want him to stay once he returns from the bathroom, but that I would be too distracted with him in my bed and need to get up early. I’ll mean that as well, but I have to clean up Wayfair’s body, and that means this perfect night cannot risk an encore.
While Walker is gone, I dispose of the condom, sip a bit more wine, and spread out on the bed to wait for him, not quite ready to get dressed.
A strange shuffling sound is heard from outside the bedroom.
Walker calls from the bathroom as he exits it, “I think something fell over in the closet.”
“Wait—” I am off the bed immediately, but it’s not fast enough to get to him before he opens the closet door.
And Wayfair’s body spills into the hallway.
Chapter ten
WALKER
Going into the bathroom, blissed out of my mind and wanting nothing more than to return to Trey’s arms after I’m done relieving myself, I feel like the biggest idiot in the world for ever doubting him. That I actually thought he was stalking that guy or a secret agent—ha! Too much studying and the whole mess with Curtis must have melted my brain.
Though not nearly as much as Trey just did.
He is charming and thoughtful and fucking amazing in bed, just like I hoped from the moment I heard him call me agood boyand I called himDaddyin return.
I don’t even care that all we can have is a part-time romance once I’m back at work and he’s in another city half the time. It’salmost more perfect that way, a compromise I never could have imagined for myself but that just works. I know it might be weird to assume culminating our fourth date means this is a romance or that we’re dating and not just strangers passing in the night. I don’t even know for sure if more is what Trey wants. But I want it. And I think he does too, even just from how he held me before I had to escape.
It’s perfect. He’s perfect.
And he’s all mine.
A faint sliding shuffle draws my attention outside the bathroom while I’m washing my hands. A closet shares the wall at my right. I dry my hands and then creep toward it, listening closer. More shuffling and then… a thud? Like something landed against the door.
“I think something fell over in the closet,” I call to Trey as I reach it and stand back as I open the door, assuming whatever tipped over is going to fall out.
“Wait—”
Then it does.
The body of the man Trey was so absolutely stalking lands at my feet.
Dead.
