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“Blue?” JD asks after a few moments. “You can tell him if you want, but he’ll make us stop. He won’t understand it, Blue. So if you want me to fuck you like this again, you can’t tell him.”

He waits in silence as I consider my answer. My body is sore. My face is still stinging from all the slaps.

But my God, I’ve never felt so… alive.

I don’t want to keep secrets from Ark, but I really do want to have this special sidebar sex with JD.

“OK,” I say, knowing everything about what we’re doing is wrong. “I will. I mean, I won’t tell him. But the cameras. We should record them, so he won’t be mad if he finds out.”

JD kisses me on the lips, taking a moment to lick the little sore spots. “I love you. We’ll film them, like he asked. We just won’t give them to him. Fair?”

“Fair,” I say.

We spend the rest of the day doing normal stuff. We even fuck for the camera once. Not a ravishment. Just a hot fuck for Ark’s eyes only.

I almost feel like a performer when I’m with JD. Like we’re actors in our own movie, only our movie is real life.

But is this real life?

It blurs the lines, if you ask me.

Ark comes home and we eat a dinner that JD shopped for and I made. Life is so weird. A week and a day ago I was a captive, being forced to comply with a sick man’s wishes. One week ago I was in a strange loft with two strangers, getting paid to suck them off. And tonight… Ark brings home special champagne, and we toast to our new arrangement.

One girl.

Two friends.

Three soulmates.

Does it get any better than this?

“Just go buy her a Christmas tree, for fuck’s sake.”

“I can’t, JD. I already told her she has to come with me if she wants a tree.” It’s been six weeks since Blue came to live with us. Six weeks of pure fun. I only have to think of her in some small way—like the way she taps her finger on the counter when she’s deciding what she wants to eat, or the way she tiptoes across the polished concrete floors, squealing about how cold they are. Everything about her makes me happy. Even JD is happy.

But after six weeks of confinement in the loft, I’m going crazy. Not that I’ve been confined. I’ve been on four business trips in that time. But Blue refuses to leave the house.

“I’ve had it,” I tell JD. “There’s no way those people are still looking for her. The shit is over.”

“You don’t know,” JD says. He’s watching football, which means he’s ignoring the rest of us. “Maybe she’s right. Maybe she needs to stay inside for the rest of her life.” He drags his attention away from the flat screen and looks up at me. “I like knowing she’s always home. I like her being here all the time. I’d probably go crazy if I had to worry about where she was and who she was with.”

I sit down on the chair to his left. “That’s insane, JD. The girl needs friends. We’ve got nothing to hide. Or be ashamed of. Maybe she needs a job?”

“Why the fuck would she need a job? We have enough money to buy her anything she wants.”

“To give her life purpose, dumbass. She needs goals and shit.”

“Fuck goals. She needs to stay here and hang out with me.”

“You need goals too.”

“I have goals.” He gives me one of those famous JD winks. “And they all involve you and her at the moment. The outside world can fuck off.”

I look out the window where Blue is standing on the terrace, gazing down at the snow-covered streets below. Large round flakes swirl around her face and settle on her hair. Her knee-length tan coat is stylish, with fur trim on the cuffs, the hood, and the collar. She looks like she’s ready to go out somewhere. She does this all the time. Dresses up and then sits around the house. It’s not good.

“Just get the girl a tree.”

But I shake my head. “I want her to come with me.”