Page 79 of His Keepsake


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“So. Many. Red flags.”

“Red is my favorite color,” Axl asserted, popping a tidbit in his mouth. His eyes were dark brown and close to black when the light fell badly on him.

“I still trust you least.”

He shrugged. “I’m danger man. Grayson is the negotiator.”

He released my hand. “Whatever he calls me, I’ll still fuck you better.”

I eyerolled.

“Decide. We could us to sit you on our laps and make you squeal while you’re thinking things through.”

The heat roared to my face. “Okay. Shush.” I steepled my hands over my eyes and massaged. “Nothing written down?”

“Fuck no,” they both said as one.

I should be honest. “I’m going to be broke for a while. How will we arrange times to meet? I have to start looking for a new—”

“Job?” Grayson butted in. “If you’re ours to play with, you don’t look for a job. Not now. If we break it off, any of us, I’ll help you financially until you’re settled. Good?”

“Uhhh.”

“We’re both well off. It’s nothing to me to do this, less than nothing for Axl. He shits gold and crypto.”

“On my good days. Bad days it’s silver. Pirate silver. And blood.” Axl winked. “From the girls I ate.”

“Ohmigod. Disgusting.” I heaved in a breath. “So, to be clear, you want to be my sugar daddies?” I nearly giggled. Instead, I fiddled with my chopsticks. I placed them on my plate, lined them up parallel.

“No. Never that,” Grayson picked up my chopsticks and rapped my knuckles. I hissed and snatched away my hand. “Emme, I don’t fucking well fund the women in my life so they can go shopping.”

My stomach dropped, leaden. In the quiet I heard my heart go thud, thud. And there was that fear, again. I added, a little squeaky of voice, “But you just said, you did!”

“I will keep you alive and healthy so I can play with you. Your rent, your debts, those will be fixed just to make sure we don’t get interrupted. If you agree to this, it’s up to us what we do.”

“Then…you just want a slave.”

Axl only smiled, the close-faced bastard.

Grayson said, “No. A slave is boring. A slave says yes to everything.”

He left that hanging, watching me as I thought it through. And I wondered if he saw how erect my nipples were beneath my blouse, how flushed and uncomfortable the two of them were making me.

Mindfucks. I’d missed those.

“I’d be agreeing to what then? Not going to the cops? Trusting you not to do me irreparable harm?” No answer. “I need to enjoy this, too.” My throat was suddenly dry, my heart pounding even harder. I might faint if this kept up.

“Yes.”

“As much as we let you.” Axl’s smile was thin, and it faded to nothing as he assessed me.

“Crap.” I licked my lips, knowing my decision was made.

This was like being abducted again but with sprinkles on top.

“I agree. To whatever the fuck this is.”

How could I not?

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