Page 125 of Due Dilligence (Takeover)
Fazil’s name was there in his window, but he had no way to reach across two thousand five hundred miles. “Z, I thought you loved me. I really thought this time...”
Shit. Todd stumbled into his bedroom and there was too muchFazilin the room. He’d not bothered to put Mr. Dragon back into the toy box. He stared at the dildo and a hole widened in his heart.Fuck toy. Fazil had never been that. Sure, they’d had mind-numbing sex. Played out some kink, but Fazil hadwantedthat.
He sank down onto the bed. He’d missedsomethingbecause none of this made sense. If Fazil were here they could figure it out, but they were done.
The end. Good night.
Todd lay back and stared at the ceiling. The little voice was back, the one from ages ago. The one Martin had helped him put to rest.Go out. Get some. You know where, and this time, you won’t be the one with your hands up against the wall and a cock in your ass.
Drown his sorrow in alcohol and orgasms. And obliterate himself again? No, thank you. Besides, it was Thursday, and he had to be at work in the morning if he wanted to keephisfucking job. He sucked in a breath and then another. His heart felt like it was gnawing its way up his throat.
Fuck it all.Curling up around his pillow didn’t make the pain go away, but it muffled his sobs and absorbed his tears.
He wanted Fazil.HisFazil... who wasn’t his at all and would never be again.
