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“How about a blowjob? Can I come over? Just kidding. I’m on my way to the airport.”
“Oh.” I pictured him in the back of a taxi, wearing his fancy pilot’s uniform. He could do so many things, both carnal and professional. For all his sadism, he could be so kind. I loved him. I loved him like mad.
“Hey, Shorty, are we on for this weekend?” he asked. “Saturday night at The Gallery?”
“Yes.” I blew out a breath. “I need some time with you at The Gallery. I miss you.”
I love you. No, I can’t. I won’t be like my dad.
When Devin spoke again, his voice was changed, a little more tentative. “Leo said you would leave if…if the photos were gone. He said you’d go back to Italy.”
That was an idea. Leave Manhattan and the ACE Consortium, and get away from the temptation of Devin’s proximity.
“If you wanted to go—” he began, then stopped. “Well, you could do whatever you wanted now. Which is the way it should be.”
My mind said,yes, leave, that’s the answer, but my heart thumped so hard at the thought that the tears waiting in my eyes spilled over. “I don’t know,” I said aloud, being careful to steady my voice. “I don’t think I can leave just yet. We’re in the middle of things, and with Leo gone, it opens up new possibilities, you know, to bring more scientists in, scientists who didn’t want to work with him. He isn’t the most well-loved guy in the business.”
“Imagine that.”
I held the phone against my ear, wishing Devin was here instead of on his way to the airport. His wry ‘Imagine that’ gave me feelings that made no freaking sense.
“Have a good flight,” I said. “Where are you headed?”
“Just an overnight to Ireland. I’ll think of you when I’m closer to the stars.”
He thought I dealt in stars and planets, and outer space, which was endearing, but the reality of my research was so much more abstract. It was so hard to put things into words sometimes, especially when it came to him. I wondered if I should even try, or if I should let things go, the way waves rippled across time.
“I’ll see you Saturday,” I said, shoving all the feelings down.
Chapter Twenty-Two: Devin
Hey Dev. Coming to The Gallery tonite?
I looked down at Milo’s message, knowing it wasn’t really meant for me.Yes, I’m coming. Bringing your fave sub.
He texted back a devil emoji, and I tried not to feel jealous. The Gallery was a sharing space. Those were the rules, how we’d always done things, because it added an extra layer of eroticism to the experience, and kept love triangles and possessive feelings from becoming a problem.
Well, I was in a triangle now. Milo had broken things off with his preferred submissive a few weeks ago because she got too clingy, and started acting damned clingy with my submissive instead.
Do u mind if I get in on your scene tonite?he texted.
Like you do every weekend?I snarked mentally. But I texted back,Whatever u want. Fort said he might bring Juliet for a while.
Milo sent another devil emoji.He won’t let me touch her.
Because Juliet’s not into your thing, you ass.
Yeah. Not like Ella.
ELLA IS MINE.My fingers itched to type it, but it wasn’t true. The more Ella and I connected in our tear-filled, sadist-joy scenes, the more she held me at bay afterward, like the magic between us hadn’t happened. And I always used to prefer it that way, until her. Damn, I was turning into such a fuckwit, all because of that body, and her ridiculous brain.
What did I need with a brainy woman? What did I need with a girlfriend, someone to tie me down when my job involved flying all over the world with infinite access to women? Ella wasn’t even fun. She was anxious and quirky, and she stressed me out. She didn’t want me as anything more than a fuckbuddy.
I have some ideas in mind for our little maso, Milo texted.See you in a few.
I didn’t text back because I couldn’t say what I wanted to say, which wasI don’t want you to touch her.That wasn’t the agreement, not for any of us. She liked Milo, and he was one of my oldest friends.
I wanted to punch my feelings into a wall, but I wouldn’t. I wasn’t my father. I always stayed in control.
