“Let’s rip the Band-Aid off and get it all out of the way. Don’t wait. Janessa and I are together now, so you’ll be kicked out of my harem,” she says with an embarrassed smile and a blush. “So just…don’t wait too long to be with him. Don’t wait on my account. You don’t need to fade slowly out of my life. I don’t care if it’s dramatic. I don’t care if it’s crazy. Young-gi is private so it’s not like you’ll be on the news anyway. I just… I don’t want youto feel like you can’t be happy with him, like I was happy tonight with her.”
Her eyes glide to Janessa, who’s standing by the entrance to Kira’s building, staring back at her.
“That girl is obsessed with you,” I say, deadpan.
Kira laughs, and nods. “Yeah. Think about what I said. Let’s drop the fiancé act now, alright?”
With a smile, she gives me the ring she’s been wearing since we started all this. I take it, not sure what else to do. And then she’s gone. She does this cute little run thing to Janessa, who grabs her and kisses her while Lexie pretends to gag while taking a bunch more photos of them. The car pulls away from them, and I look at the rings in my hand: Kira’s, and the one still on my finger.
I guess I’d better return these. And if I’m ever wearing another one, it will be his. I smile. All I think about for the rest of the drive is him.
Chapter 35
Tommy
I’m not sure what’s gotten into me, but by the time I get back to Young-gi’s penthouse to wait for him, I’m horny as fuck.
Maybe it’s the idea that Kira planted in my head, about being with him in the open and not needing to hide it anymore.
Maybe it’s the fact that Young-gi is “taking care” of Tyler right now, making the blackmailer disappear, one way or another. I didn’t ask how he was gonna do it, it’s more fun to imagine. Gives me the shivers, makes my dick hard.
Okay, so maybe I’m just a sick, horny bastard. Who knows?
I only have to wait like half an hour, but by that time I’m so desperate I even consider masturbating despite knowing I can’t get myself off. For the first time ever, my dick is hard and I’m not freaking out, because as soon as I start feeling queasy about it, I remember all the things Young-gi has done to me, with me, and I feel better.
It’s not easy, no way. I do lose it once or twice but the wobbly feelings manage to right themselves faster than they used to.
It’s not a cure, it’s a dependency, but I don’t mind. Neither does he. He wants it this way.
The front door opens, and Young-gi walks in to see me sitting impatiently on the couch. I pop up onto my knees, trying really hard to hide the fact that I’m going insane for him. I hide my rock-hard dick behind the back of the cushions because my sweatpants arenothiding it.
“What’s that?” I ask, looking at the unmarked black bag in his hand. It looks like a shopping bag, but brandless and small and with tissue paper covering whatever’s inside.
“A present for you.”
I blink, my mind stutters. I look back at the bag, at a loss for words. My throat closes and I clear it hard, because I need to stop being such a crybaby.
But other than the guy who took me giving me presents as an apology or a bribe, no one’s ever…not since then has anyone…
Like a real gift like this? In a pretty package? Other than putting people in boxes for me, this is the first time Young-gi has surprised me like this. I’m floored.
“For me?” I croak out, not even horny anymore because I’m so goddamn close to tears.
Okay, maybe I’m still a little horny.
“Something to celebrate with,” Young-gi says, putting it on the counter, devouring me with his eyes like he can tell I’m turned on and emotional even without seeing my dick. “Tyler’s all taken care of. You never have to worry about him again.”
I shiver, want and fear and thrilled arousal spiraling down my spine. “Cool, um, cool.”
Cool?I almost smack myself on the forehead.That’s all I can think to say??
To be fair, if I say more, I’m probably just going to beg him to fuck me and I don’t know why I’m so nervous to, but I feel all squiggly and small. Like asking to be fucked is basically asking for his undivided attention, and that’s like, vulnerable shit, okay? I’m still getting used to being this new version of Tommy, the one that wants to ask for this stuff, the version of myself that’s brave enough to admit a need.
“So uh–” I try to think of something to say as Young-gi loosens his tie and gets comfortable after his day at work–you know, putting people in coffins. God, fuck, so hot. “Um, what did you get me?”
My mind supplies obvious answers like wine or drugs, but nothing quite fits that fancy black bag. I want to know, my fingers tingle already because I’m feeling grabby and greedy forwhatever it is. I don’t even care if it’s something good or not. It’s for me.
“Something I think you’ll really like,” Young-gi says, his voice almost a purr. I’ve never heard him sound quite this smug before. I stare in anticipation as he reaches into the bag, rifles through the black paper, and pulls out–
