The following week was wonderful.
Day got up with Goldie every morning to help with his medicine, change out the patches, and deal with Purrcy’s yowling by feeding her while Goldie got dressed. Purrcy and Twinkle could finally share the kitchen to eat together without her fussing now, and Day was delighted that they were finally getting along.
Goldie would go to work, and then he was actually excited to come home because he knew Day would be waiting for him. He got Day the yarn and other knitting supplies they’d talked about, and Day always had a new project to show Goldie. It was usually the makings of a sweater for Twinkle, though now Day had started on a scarf that he not so slyly was knitting for Goldie.
It was hardly a secret when Day asked Goldie what his favorite colors were and then later requested yarn in those same colors.
Goldie would tell Day about work, Day would talk about what new movies he’d watched, and then they’d cook dinner together. Day was a very quick study, and he loved to help out in the kitchen. He was an instant fan of pasta, and Goldie predicted they’d be buying a lot more of it in the future.
Huh.
The future.
It was funny to think about a future with Day, but it made Goldie smile. He wanted to come home to that dazzling smile every day and go to bed under the spell of firm commands every night.
The intimacy ranged from mind-shattering sex to the simple joy of Day enjoying the hard throb of Goldie’s cock in his mouth while they watched television. Other times, Day stripped Goldie naked to lay across his lap so he could finger his asshole and tease him until the credits rolled. It was hot, intense, and Goldie was blown away by the passion each and every time.
There was more to a relationship than sex, but Goldie was indeed grateful that it was so damn good.
He couldn’t get enough of surrendering himself to Day, and the glow from carrying out his orders was a thrill incomparable to any other.
Even more than what he’d felt when he was inside the ring.
The glory of the crowd was mighty, yes, but Goldie had never been as alive as he was when he was being held captive by the lust in those gorgeous brown eyes and pinned to the bed by long, firm fingers.
Christ, it was amazing.
There hadn’t been a word from Detective Alvarez, and what little bit Goldie saw on the news was always a repeat of a previous report. The police still believed a criminal organization was responsible for Michael’s death, though exactly which one varied. Sometimes it was a rival gang, and then other times it was Michael’s own fellow criminal associates who had turned against him.
Eventually, the story would leave the news cycle, and Goldie wouldn’t have to hear about it ever again.
The donations they’d made didn’t make the news, which gave Goldie mixed feelings. He was grateful their good deeds hadn’t drawn too much attention, but he was also annoyed because huge anonymous donations to charities seemed like it would be a nice story to share.
Whatever.
As far as Goldie was concerned, he and Day were putting all of that mess behind them.
Day seemed to be happy, and he wasn’t complaining of hearing voices anymore. Staying isolated in Goldie’s apartment seemed to be working well for him, and he didn’t show any inclinations to be anywhere else. As long as he was with Goldie, he was perfectly content.
Goldie still wanted Day to get in touch with a mental health resource and find someone to talk to, but he decided it was a problem to pursue later. Everything was going so well right now, and he didn’t want to fuck it up by pressuring Day into therapy he vehemently opposed. That day would certainly come because he absolutely believed Day needed it, but he wanted Day to enjoy his newfound freedom from his father’s twisted mission.
Day didn’t talk about it much now, and Goldie was glad. He hoped that meant Day was making progress recovering from the horrible abuses his father had put him through to drill that insane mission into his head. Goldie made a point not to talk about it unless Day mentioned it. Usually, it would be in passing, like Day commenting how his father never let him go to school because it took time away from the mission.
Which gave Goldie another mission of his own—to help Day finish school.
There were several online high school diploma and GED programs to choose from, and Goldie made up his mind to buy a laptop with his next paycheck so Day could start doing some classes. He had no doubt that Day would do well because he was so bright and picked up things quickly, and it would give him something else to occupy himself with while Goldie was at work.
Florence continued to message Goldie incessantly about coming over to do the podcast, and Goldie resisted. He still didn’t see himself wrestling again, especially now that he was so happy with his life as it was. He agreed to be Florence’s guest on the show, but he drew the line at being his co-new host. Florence remained vigilant that he could change Goldie’s mind, but Goldie just didn’t have the time.
He was much too busy hanging out with Day and showing him the big, beautiful world that had been denied to him for so long.
Movies were only the beginning.
Goldie got off work early one day that week and decided to take Day to the art museum. Day had been as nervous he always was to venture out into public, but the museum was practically empty and very peaceful. They wandered for hours looking at the paintings and sculptures, and Day even took his headphones off a few times because it was so quiet.
Seeing Day’s awed expression as he got lost in a beautiful work of art was priceless, and Goldie was already making plans for them to come back this weekend.
He pushed Florence’s podcast crap off until Sunday because he wanted to spend more time with Day before dealing with him, and Goldie was practically skipping as he finished his shift up at the gym on Friday.
