Page 50 of Look My Way
Daniel:Yeah, looks like I won’t be staying over until this weekend. I have a crazy work schedule this week and really think I’ll rest better at my place. I’ll miss you, baby. I’ll be able to swing by for dinner tomorrow, though.
My nose wrinkles. Yeah, sure he will, while he’s doing whatever the fuck he’s doing with his partner. I’ll keep taking his shit and he’ll keep using it as an excuse to be gone more. It’s all coming together. Including that drug bust I set up. That guy he has locked up and in questioning isn’t guilty of dealing drugs. What he did was much worse, but twenty years behind bars for the charges they were able to get him on thanks to me will have to do for now.
As soon as he gets free, I’ll be there to pay him another visit. He won’t ever be out there for too long, giving him a chance to hurt more women. He’s a frequent club hopper, slipping special K into people’s drinks and convincing them later they willingly went home with him. It was a “two birds with one stone” job. He can’t hurt anyone else out there and Daniel stays busy.
I slide my finger over the screen, taken aback when there’s no password. I delete Daniel’s message and put Liam’s phone back where it was, kissing him on the cheek as I slide his covers up. I tuck him in, making sure he’s warm and snug, and press my lips to his hair. After watching him sleep for a while, I leave through the back door and wait until the streets are clear to sneak back to my car.
Daniel will be staying somewhere else tomorrow. I should go see what he’ll be doing while there. But I don’t want to throw away the chance to claim his side in Liam’s bed as my own while my carino falls asleep wrapped tightly in my arms . . . right after I make him come with his eyes both closed and wide open.
Twenty-Four
Liam
I shield my eyes as the morning’s harsh light invades my room. My body’s heavy as I lift my back from the bed, and my skin’s raw in some areas, but I’m not as sore as I expected to be.
Did he show up? I left my water where he could find it, showering long enough to give him time to slip inside my kitchen to lace it. If he’s been watching me as closely as I hope he is, then he’d have known exactly when the right opportunity came along.
This is all crazy. I can’t believe I’m acting like this is okay. A man is stalking me and I’m encouraging him to continue while inviting him into my house to drug me. No telling what could have happened to me while I was out. There’s a serial killer on the loose, killing men who match my description, and here I am being careless, trusting just anyone.
Zaiver is a stranger. A stranger who has this dangerous vibe about him, but I’m never scared of being alone with him. And I’ve wanted everything we’ve done so far.
“Everything you think you’ve done,” an ugly voice nudges in my ears.
Rolling down the blanket, I examine my body, licking my lips as I trace the dry white trail leading to my belly button. My eyes bounce between the purple and pink blotches on my thighs and between my pecs, and my heart beats fast.
Leave evidence behind that you were here.
My heart leaps, stomach flipping when I shove my fingers between my ass cheeks and they’re covered in cum. Reaching for the scratchy skin on my back, I find more sticky residue above my crack and all around it. My mood picks up and I’m all smiles, as I bring my fingers to my lips and taste the same saltiness I did in the corner of my mouth when first waking.
I run a hand down my cock and balls, noticing more bruising in between my legs. He left me evidence alright. It’s all over. So much of my skin tells me someone was here last night, and a giddiness comes over me. He was here. He showed up and did what I asked.
He could have gone anywhere last night and spent it with anyone, but he chose me. Daniel no longer chooses me, but Zavier does. He’s reading over my latest work, checking the doc religiously for when I need him to be here, and he’s delaying his work on the planter boxes to stay with me longer.
He’s real. We’re real. My stomach flutters and I touch more of his bite marks, spinning around in front of my closet mirror. Too much of him is all over my body for him not to be. But what if he doesn’t stay? What if this all goes away the minute I fully give in and bring everything between us into the light.
My chest tightens. I’ve never worried about losing Daniel, and I used to think that was a good thing. I’m starting to see otherwise. It was never a thought in my mind because I didn’t ever really care whether I did or not. It wasn’t until I was running low on my medicine and my health was in jeopardy thatI thought about needing to keep him around. But I can figure out another solution. I have to. I have to, because what’s the good of being healthy if I’m not happy where I’m at.
My phone goes off and I frown at the message.
Z:Hey, there’s been a family emergency, so I won’t be able to work today and will have to pick up where I left off tomorrow.
Me:Okay. That’s fine.
Minutes later an email notification has my phone going off again, and the hair on the back of my neck stands up as I read added text in the doc.
Are you sure you’re okay?
After thinking it over some I leave a response on his comment.
Yes. I’ll see you tomorrow.
It’s only seconds later that he writes back.
Just because I can’t come during the day doesn’t mean I won’t show up if you need me tonight.
A thrill zaps through me and I type a response, deleting it before finally submitting one word.
Okay.
