“Fuck. What about Demi?”
“I’ll tell her soon. Promise me you’ll let me tell her myself. She’s going to blame herself, I know it.”
“Raegan, Wednesday is less than a week away.Fourdays if we’re being specific. You have to tell her… now,” he presses.
“What do you have to tell me?” Demetria cuts in from my opposite side. Where the fuck did she come from? She was at least a hundred feet away last we checked.
I run my palms down my face. “Where the hell did you even come from? You were just over there!” I toss my arm and index finger in the direction of the quilter.
“I came up the back,” she chirps and Hayes snickers into his palm at her innocent innuendo. “There’s a lady here that makes art… with cum. Dried cum, but still cum. She was trying to be polite and called it semen, but I feel like she should just call it what it is. Cause it’s definitely cum.”
All Hayes and I can do is stare at her. We’ve both been stunned into silence.
“Soooooo, Hayes… she did say she’d teach me, but I’d have to supply my own cum. Well, not mine exactly…” Her lips form a crooked smile as she blinks rapidly, fluttering her lashes at the poor guy. He doesn’t stand a chance. I definitely wouldn’t.
The wheels in his brain visibly turn while he considers what she’s asking. Stroking his chin with his thumb, he finally answers, “I’ll tell you what, Little Pixie. You collect it with your mouth and you can use it for whatever you want.”
“I can’t believe you said yes to that!” I scoff.
“Eh, it’s just cum. There’s plenty more where that came from. You should know that by now.”
Demetria jumps up and down excitedly. “Thank you… Sir,” she coos and his expression shifts into one of arousal for just a second before he remembers what we were talking about–unfortunately.
“You’re welcome, Babygirl.”
He looks back to me and with zero expression, says, “Raegan has something she needs to tell you.”
Demetria stiffens. I hate that I have to tell her this. I know she’s going to want to carry this burden as her own. “What’s going on?”
48
Demi
Damnit. Damnit. Damnit. How did I not see this coming? I don’t know why, but I didn’t think her having been my therapist was even relevant anymore. I didn’t know there was a two year rule for therapists, but after Raegan explained it to me, I get it. She didn’t take advantage of me, though. If anything… I took advantage of her by running into her favorite bar and proposing a relationship with her of any kind before she was able to do so ethically.
Admittedly, if she had, I’m not sure I would’ve made a different choice. The truth is… I wanted her and I would have done anything to have her. I can’t help but worry that I shouldn’t have done it. If I hadn’t, she wouldn’t be in this mess.
“I’m going with you,” I proclaim after she’s told me all the details. Maybe I can help soften the blow, so to speak and help her save her license.
“Me too,” Hayes interjects.
“No. You don’t have to do that. I’m a big girl and can handle this bullshit on my own.”
“Excuse me, Angel. Yeah, you’re a big girl and I know you’re used to handling things on your own. Hell… I made you do it for twenty years. If you think there’s a chance, after all that time apart, that I’ll let you do this alone, you’re mistaken. We’re bound to each other now. What one of us faces, we all face…together.”
Jesus Christ, that was a good little speech.
“What he said,” I add, my body tensing with the need to help protect her, especially since this is my fault. “Plus, I’m kind of dying to see if this chicken shit coward that reported you decides to show up so I can make an example out of them.”
“Slow down, killer,” Hayes murmurs, placing a firm hand on my shoulder until my body relaxes. “We don’t even know what we’re walking into. Let’s enjoy our day and we can talk about it later.”
He’s not wrong, but this whole thing has the hair on the back of my next standing straight up. Something doesn’t feel right about this. Who would even know enough about our situation to report it in the first fucking place? “I get it, Hayes,” I retort. “But this is all my fucking fault. I forced her to cross the line with me and now she’s the one that has to pay the price? It’s not fair. I knew this was a bad idea.”
“Demetria, that’s enough.” Raegan’s tone is stern as she grabs my bicep and turns me to face her so she can cup my face in her soft hands. “I didn’t do anything I didn’t want to do. I knew the risk and I made the choice anyway.That’son me. I don’t want to hear any more of this blaming yourself crap. Am I understood?”
My eyes search hers, as tears threaten to force their way to the surface. I was ready to give them both up, then they came for me and I let myself believe we can do this… that we can make all of this work. Now, I’m terrified to lose either of them. I can’t.
“Whatever happens, we’ll get through it… together. Got it?” she continues.
