“It’s late. You should get some rest," he says, leaning in to kiss me. His cold lips meet mine, and I can’t move. It’s slow motion. Like a bullet dancing through the Matrix.
Robbie kisses my lips as I remain still.
“I’m sure you and Daddy Sloane have so much work to do. Preparing for the party and all.”
I look up at him, the truth cold as ice.
“How—”
He smirks. “You know one thing I learned from Sloane, Oliver?”
I can’t speak. I can’t find the words.
“Always be the smartest person in the room," he says, grabbing my throat. His grip turns tight so fast, I can barely blink. A gargled grunt escapes me, and then it happens.
I come. Hard.
Tears spill out of my eyes without warning.
His lips graze mine. “That way you’ll always be one step ahead of everyone else.”
He releases my throat, and I suck in a breath.
“Good job, by the way," he says nonchalantly.
“With what?” I ask, my voice shaking.
“With Sloane," he says with a shrug. “I thought it would take longer, but fuck… you were good," he says with a smirk. “I especially liked the part where you told him it’ll be your little secret.” He grins.
My blood runs cold.
“You saw that?”
Robbie smiles like a proud parent on award day.
“Oh, sweetheart… I saw everything.”
The tears start to fall without warning.
“I’m so proud of you, Oliver," he says, leaning in to kiss my lips. “So fucking proud.”
His hand finds my hair, and he pulls my locks, scrunching his fingers in them, and I turn away from his touch. It feels wrong.
This… all of it feels wrong.
How did I get here?
How didweget here?
“Don’t cry, baby. It’ll all be over soon.” He kisses me chastely. “And when it is, we’ll dry your tears with a crisp Benjamin on a beach in Monaco.” He chuckles.
He slaps my cheek faintly with praise.
“Sweet dreams, baby. I’ll see you Friday.”
“Friday?”
His hand settles on the doorknob.
