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“He paid me a lot of money to not know much,” Thomas replies.
“Thanks,” I say, hanging up the phone and tossing it behind me. Let it lie with the blindfold right now because David needs to explainthis.
“What did you pay Thomas?” Iask.
“How much?” David says. He puts his arms on my shoulders.
“No, no…what did you pay him for?” I give him a stern look but I don’t move his hands.
David’s eyes narrow, looking into mine, and I know that he understands that he’s misstepped. Doesn’t mean he’s getting off too easy. He needs to sweat some more. Even if he solved my last remaining dilemma in my life, I don’t need him to feel the relief I will…when I know the truth.
“I paid him to stop letting clients fuck you…I wanted you all to myself. But I didn’t want to take away your life. I also became your client because I wanted to enjoy your new life with you, and because it was hot seeing you become a perfect whore for me,” Davidsays.
I don’t flinch at the word ‘whore’ and I shouldn’t — I was a whore, and I enjoyedit.
“You know you don’t get to take on alternate personas and strong arm my career and shit, right?” I laugh. “I mean, I wasn’t just your whore, you know,” I tellhim.
“I do, and I do…” David says, his words cautious.
“I don’t think you do, at least the part where you realize you pulled strings on my life and that’s notokay—”
“You weren’t going to let me take care of you. So I did the best I could. Part of me knew it was fucked up, but I couldn’t resist you,” David says, and the passion in his voice making my pulse quicken.
My throat tightens. In my whole life, no one has ever truly taken care of me. I don’t even know if I would have let David…I mean, I knew I wasn’t going to contest the will. I never would have asked David for money. I would rather prostitute myself than doing that. Tears well up in my eyes and I turn around. I don’t want David to see my reaction, and I realize it is because I don’t want him to see how vulnerable this has mademe.
That’s why when he puts his arm around me and pulls me to him, I don’t pull away. I don’t want to. I want him to hold me like it isnow.
When his eyes capture mine, I see the man that took care of me, the man that went to any lengths for me to be happy, thrilled, satisfied beyond any amount I’d ever been before.
“Can you forgive me?” David asks, his voice husky, his fingers brushing my hair from myface.
“Yes,” I say, definitively knowing that I love David more than I have ever loved anyone in my life. Knowing that I want to be his forever.
