I was entirely unsurprised as I drifted toward consciousness, but I was a little bit annoyed, especially considering we were about to head out for a ten-day roadie, and I wouldn’t get to see him before we left. I’d had plans for that morning. Breakfast on the terrace, some coffee to wake us both up, possibly sucking a little more dick before talking him into a real cuddle.
Instead, I heard him sneaking out of the room long before I was ready to be awake. The sky was just starting to go light, and as much as I wanted to stop him, I knew he needed this.
I couldn’t solve this problem with a hard spanking and a long fuck. That was sticking a Band-Aid over a gaping wound. Micah needed to figure out how he wanted to handle this Hunter situation, and then he needed to ask for help.
So I let him leave, listening as the front door shut, and then I knew he was gone.
I confirmed it when I found the bag he’d brought over was also missing. The only evidence he’d been here was the toothbrush he left on the side of the sink. It was dry, so I felt bad for his Uber driver, but that was his business, not mine.
I had to hold in my hurt over this. I needed to breathe and step back because this situation was complicated, and being my normal self was not going to make things better.
But I was going to make a couple of calls.
Artyom was six years older than I was and very pragmatic. He would also be up this early in spite of being on the other side of the country, which made me feel better about making the call as I headed for a protein shake before my morning workout.
“Vanya,” he said by way of answering.
My siblings and the other Russian guys in the league were the only times I ever got to speak my language, and it was very soothing.
“Are you busy right now?”
“Does it matter?” he asked flatly.
“Tyoma.”
He sighed loudly. “No, Vanya. What’s the problem.”
“I have a friend…”
“Afriend?”
I let out a small growl. “Do you want the details? A diagram of his dick size, or?—”
“Fine. A friend,” Tyoma groaned. “What’s the problem?”
“He has a stalker.”
He was quiet for a long moment. “I’m not going to get into dirty business just because you make bad choices.”
“This isn’t dirty business. He’s a hockey player with the blind league. He met this guy on a dating app. The guy started stalking him, and then it got bad.”
“How bad?”
It was easy for me to explain it when I didn’t have to search for words in English, and by the time I was done, I could hear Tyoma typing something on his computer. “Can you help?”
“I’m not sure. I’ll need access to one of his devices. I can do it remotely, but someone will have to be on his computer. It’s not like the movies, you know.”
“Yes, yes. You never miss the chance to remind us that your job is boring as fuck.”
“Do you want my help or not?” he demanded.
“I want your help, and your job is dull. Neither ofthose things are a lie. But thank you. I’ll see what I can do. I really want this man to suffer after everything he’s done.”
“Do you,” Tyoma said, then faltered for a moment. “Has Katya met this friend yet?”
“No. She’s still not back. But I’d like her to.”
“So.” He stopped again, then let out another breath. “So he’s…something to you.”
