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He opened his mouth and closed it again before looking away.

“And my mother…she wasn’t either.”

I didn’t know a single thing about their mother. No one ever talked about her.

Do I ask? Does he want to talk about her?

“But that’s not the point,” he continued, “I have all this responsibility and no fucking clue if I’m making things better or worse.”

A part of me felt relieved I hadn’t been given the chance to press the subject, but the other sensed Gil had deep-seated wounds courtesy of his father. And they involved his mother too. It was something I would have to keep in mind and ask him about at a later date. Maybe it was wishful thinking on my part that I might get to understand what was going on underneath his hardened exterior. He might be admitting his fears to me, but it didn’t mean I really knew what made him tick.

I wanted to distract him from his warring thoughts. To make it better for him. And the only way I knew how to do that was by using my body. But the way I wanted to use it with him was not how I did things here. I would be on my knees for him with his fist buried in my hair as he watched me with those cold, expressionless eyes of his and told me to suck his cock with my dirty little slut mouth.

I hate Gael for being right about my kinks. Now all I can think about is Gil degrading me with that deep voice of his.

I shouldn’t want that. Not with a man who was my client, even if he merely wanted to talk. I had strict boundaries with clients for good reason. Here I was wanting to throw those out the window, all because I was attracted to him in the worst way. And it was so completely and utterly fucked up.

Nine

Gilberto

The way Theia was staring at me with a slight blush on her face had me wondering what on earth was going through her head. When I’d caught her expression, it unsettled me, and I had no idea why. I’d been busy stewing over the fact I’d almost told her the truth about Gennaro. Then I’d looked up, and the world stopped. My brain fucking stopped because ofher. This woman I’d sought out for a second time purely because I wanted to see her. And it completely baffled me why she had this effect on me.

“Theia.”

She blinked, then shook herself before her eyes met mine.

“Sorry, I was listening, I swear.”

I stepped closer, no longer having the desire to talk about my own shit. The emotional upheaval of it was making me itch all over. I didn’t want to delve into my feelings toward my father. No, I wanted to know things about Theia and why she got this faraway look in her eyes sometimes.

“Remi never told me exactly what you do here. I didn’t ask her, but you talked about your services.”

Her hands rubbed over the sofa as her expression turned wary.

“I did.”

“Would you tell me what they are?”

I wasn’t going to ask her to do anything, but I was curious about what she provided for clients. She talked about voyeurism, something I’d never really understood. Then again, I didn’t think I truly understood sexual attraction. Well, on a theoretical level I did, and I had experienced it once, but nothing ever came of it.

Her blue-grey eyes widened before her hand went to her chest, rubbing the bare skin showing above her dress.

“I can show you if that’s what you want.”

“Yes… please.”

She frowned before she stood up and walked over to the bedside table where a tablet rested. Picking it up, she flicked through it before she extended her arm out, offering it to me. I ate up the space between us, coming to a standstill right in front of her, and took it. My eyes didn’t immediately drop to look at the screen. They remained on hers. Theia chewed on her bottom lip.

“Do you enjoy it?” I asked.

“What?”

My eyes darted down to the screen, reading through the list.

“Being watched.”

All of her services involved her performing for other people with strictly no touching. There were various solo sexual acts she’d engage in for a client’s viewing pleasure, like masturbation and the use of toys. Then there were scenes she did with others, including tailored experiences to the client’s particular tastes.

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