With a request like that, she’s clearly still up to something.
I could pawn her off to one of my brothers and avoid having to deal with her altogether. But then I see images of their hands on her naked body, and the urge to slice off their dicks consumes me. Not great for our relationship. The most obvious solution is what Felix already suggested—cut her contract and get her far outside these walls. Eliminate the risk for good.
Obvious choice, yes, but after today, that’s not an option for me either. I’m not so sure I’m done with her yet—and I sure as fuck don’t want anyone else having her.
“I’ll think it over.” A buzz vibrates on the dresser. I glance toward the sound then back to her, thanking whoever the fuck it is for interrupting. “For now, you can manage one more day in the kitchen.”
I don’t wait for her to respond before I’m walking to the dresser, revealing none of the tension still gripping me as I press the phone to my ear.
“Go ahead,” I tell Felix.
The door clicks, and my shoulders relax a fraction. Funny how being fucked isn’t nearly as pleasing as I remember.
