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“Nothing at all. But like I said, he likes them bigger and more into pleasing their Doms. Doms like him like to explore the limits of a sub like that. But you’re small and…cute. And you have a dreamy look. I don’t think he’d ever use a crop or a whip on you.”
“I have a dreamy look? What do you mean?”
“Oh, nothing. Never mind… But how long have you known Master Jared?”
“Not long at all.”
“Yet you call him just by his first name. Did he give you permission to do that?”
“Permission? I don’t know. I don’t think I asked. He didn’t say I couldn’t. Why, is that wrong?”
“Not wrong, no, it’s just… Look, when role playing, subs don’t usually call a Dom by his first name. It’s almost always Sir or Master. Littles have Daddies. I call mine Papi. But bottoms like us never use just the top’s first name. I don’t think they’d like it much. It’s not proper protocol or respect in the club. Some Doms might think calling them by their first names that way anyway. I never heard anyone call Master Jared by his first name except the other Doms. Look, it’s none of my business and he’s gorgeous—but he’s also scary as fuck.”
Scary? I hadn’t seen that side of him—I’d seen him be stern, but he’d been awfully nice to me. I had a sudden image of his face telling me not to lie to him again just then, and I swallowed hard. On the other hand, I could totally see someone thinking that.
I just shrugged, still unwilling to admit it. “I guess if he doesn’t like something I’m doing, he’ll tell me.”
“I’m sure he will. Like I said, I was just curious, so don’t mind me. This brings me to the second reason I wanted to meet with you today, though. Master Jared said you might need a place to stay for a while.”
“He did?”
“Yes. I’m moving in with my Papi, and I don’t want to get rid of my place right away. Just in case. Master Jared knows my Dom and he contacted him about it. He said you might be in the market for a new apartment.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, but I don’t have any money for that.”
“Master Jared has already paid the rent for the next three months.”
“He what?”
Cruz looked uncomfortable for the first time. “Look, I don’t need to get in the middle of this at all. I was just bringing you the key.” He slid a set of keys across the table to me. “Here’s the address,” he said, also slipping across a piece of paper. “The apartment is fully furnished, and all you have to do is move in your clothes. In fact, it’s empty now, so if you like, you can move in today. Just call me and let me know if you need anything.”
“Whoa, everything is happening too fast for me to keep up with. Jared never mentioned anything to me about an apartment. I’m not some charity case.”
Of course, I was, but I didn’t like it that he thought so.
He held up his hands in front of him. “Hey, don’t kill the messenger. Like I said, I don’t want to get in the middle of this, and I’m sure he wouldn’t like it if I did. Why don’t you call him and get things straightened out?”
“Oh, believe me. I will. I have plenty to say to him.”
Chapter Eight
Jared
I was expecting another call from Connor, and he didn’t disappoint. Maybe an hour or so from the time I’d arranged for my friend Michael’s sub to go to the Waverly hotel and talk to Connor about subletting his apartment, my phone began ringing. Was it possible for a phone to suddenly develop an angry, petulant ringtone? Or was it just that I knew exactly what he’d have to say about it? I thought about letting the call go to voicemail, but in the end, I answered, not wanting Connor to be disappointed if I didn’t answer and not wanting to examine those feelings too closely.
“Hello, Connor.”
“Hello, yourself.”
“Can I help you with something?”
“Jared…Mr. Spencer, you must know why I’m calling. You just can’t keep doing this—saving me like this. First the hotel room and now an apartment for the next three months? You don’t even know me. It’s-it’s fucking weird, and I don’t know w-what you want from me.”
“Don’t cuss at me, Connor.” How was that my first response? Was it because I’d heard the little break in his voice and somehow knew he was on the verge of bursting into tears? I’d have done a lot to not hear him start crying. At least not when I wasn’t there to see it. To make it happen. What was there about this beautiful little liar that had me feeling this way? Like he’d said, I barely knew him, and his life was a complete and utter mess. I’d never seen anyone who so badly needed to be taken in hand.
But he’d applied to a contest for littles, and I was a long way from being anybody’s Daddy. I was so not what this boy needed, and I had to get a grip on that.
“I-I’m sorry, Sir.”
