“So, I know the two of you are a team,” she said. “Are you together, or just—you know, whenever the mood strikes.”
Once more, staring at Donovan, he was the one who could answer for it. “He has a lot of making up to do,” I said.
“Come on, you know you’re not supposed to divulge too much personal information,” Jinksy said through the comms.
I had to bite my tongue constantly with the earpiece in. I’d already told Maya too much, but I liked her, and she deserved to know who was protecting her. I wasn’t giving her my full name and social security.
“Nobody knows what the future holds,” Donovan said. “All we can be sure of, is that we’re going to work on it.”
It was probably as much of a commitment as I was ever going to get from him right now with Jinksy listening. I knew being with someone was a liability, being in a relationship was a show of weakness. I’d been Donovan’s weakness, I’d been his sore spot that could be pushed to make him do whatever wasneeded. Except now, I was able to protect myself—with these fists, or a gun.
“I’ll miss you,” Maya said. “And I hope the article goes worldwide, I hope people wake up to the every day issue that is people being forced into slavery.” She finished her glass of champagne, and waved her hand around, almost like she was wanting someone to refill it.
“I would say, we should stay in touch, but I think that’s against the rules,” I said.
“Yes, it is,” Donovan said.
It wasn’t professional. I could almost hear his words, telling me I had to be professional, telling me I had to stay quiet and not to outwardly loud or even flamboyant, because I could be effeminate, especially when it came to be around women—they needed to know I wasn’t a threat.
“Good news, people are coming to take Maya out of your protective detail,” Jinksy revealed.
I thought we might’ve have more time, but it was fine, I was just glad I got an inside look into the other side. Mercy had put me on this path to see it, and I didn’t know if she was doing it to break me, or make me—perhaps to remake me into a more merciless killer. I shuddered at the thought of becoming someone like Reaper, that man was an animal.
“Looks like you should get your things packed,” Donovan said.
Maya shrugged. “I didn’t bring anything myself,” she said, “someone will come and collect my things. I hope you’ll both be on the look out for more of my articles. I’m not going to stop. Eventually, Margaret will be behind prison bars. Even if it happens to be a Martha Stewart type of deal. I need her to pay.”
“What are you going to do about the woman who had Julian’s child?”
“His DNA is being collected by a third part,” she said. “My benefactor is handling it, and it’s all going to build the case. The article will have a part two. Especially if the FBI don’t do anything.”
That could’ve been me, I kept telling myself, but I didn’t know if I could’ve handled another year at Whitespire. It could’ve killed me—or someone there could’ve.
***
Once Maya left, Jinksy told us we could have the night in the hotel room. He told us to make the most out of it, and I wasn’t going to let it go to waste. The moment we were told was the moment both of us pulled our comms out.
I jumped into Donovan’s arms, wrapping my legs around his waist and kissing his face. He grabbed the box of donuts from the table, and walked us into the large bedroom with the very comfy bed.
“You made a promise,” he said, throwing the donuts on the bed, then me—landing right beside them.
“I did,” I said, opening the box. “I wanna see it soft.”
“No can do,” he said. “You’ve already made it hard, baby.”
I should’ve been impressed and proud of my abilities, but I really wanted it soft. I wanted to play with it like it was some thick floppy snake. I pouted and blew a raspberry. “I want it soft.” I couldn’t explain why, it was just all I wanted right now, and the tickle in my belly flourished when I thought about it.
Donovan undressed in front of me. I couldn’t be too hard on him since I’d been nursing a chubbed dick for a while, it was impossible to be soft around him, I guess it meant he like me just as much as I liked him.
“If I get it soft, what will you do?”
I opened the box of donuts and with one covered in pink icing, I mashed it against my face, letting it crumb all over me.
20. DONOVAN
I got my dick soft, which was harder than it seemed, since looking at Artemis’s soft, submissive eyes were now enough to have me as hard as a fucking bat—and I didn’t even like baseball, but sure enough, throw some balls at me and I’d be able to hit.
Laid on the bed, naked, my eyes screwed shut trying to focus on anything non-sexual. Artemis was between my legs, his hands doing everything they could to tease me. I was doingthisfor him, and yet, he was pushing my buttons.
