Seven Symanski lingered on the darkened uptown streets, standing outside Lorenzo Conti’s apartment building for so long the doorman looked two seconds away from calling the police. Seven didn’t blame him. It was late and Seven was acting a little suspicious even by his own standards. But he was just…stuck.
He pulled his phone out for the hundredth time, reading over their text exchange.
Seven
It’s Seven. We met the other day. I was just wondering if you were available?
His response had come within five minutes.
Law Daddy
Depends on what you have in mind. If you mean professionally, no, I’m off the clock. If you mean personally, ask me nicely like a good boy and I might tell you.
Seven had gotten hard just from some words on the screen. He blamed his long shitty day and his vulnerable state for his response.
Seven
Are you busy, Daddy?
Law Daddy
Not too busy for you, brat baby. Why?
Seven
I was kind of hoping to see you.
Law Daddy
Kind of hoping? Is that how you ask for something?
Seven
Can I see you again? Tonight, I mean.
Law Daddy
Like a date or do you want to play?
Seven’s heart had plummeted into his stomach. He hadn’t had any agenda at all when he first sent the message. He’d just wanted someone to make him forget his shitty day for a while.
You are receiving a collect call from…Stanley Symanski…an inmate at Greengate Correctional Facility. To accept this call, press one. To decline, hang up now. This call may be monitored and recorded.
He’d pressed one. It had all been downhill from there. He should have known. It would have been less painful to slam his balls in a car door than talk to his sperm donor.
He shook thoughts of his father away. Fuck him. He was done giving his dad any more of his energy. If his mom wanted to keep letting him tie her in knots, that was their business. Seven was done. So fucking done.
Seven
I wanna play.
Please.
Law Daddy
Okay, brat baby. Let’s play. I’m dropping a pin to my place. Top floor. The doorman will let you up. But if you come, I’m not letting you go before sunrise. Pack accordingly.
He’d practically given himself whiplash with how fast he’d moved to obey, so he wasn’t sure why he was hesitating now.
