his cell once more.
“I’m good. I promise. Besides, I’ve already seen a doctor about it and he said I’m fine,” I lied again. I couldn’t help it; I didn’t need him alerting my uncle to anything just yet, if at all. I could handle whatever was thrown my way—after I decided to call Dr. Weber, of course.
“Well, I don’t like it,” Marek said, running his hands over his beard in worry.
“You don’t have to,” I grated. Immediately calming my tone, I finished with, “Seriously, I appreciate your concern, but I’m okay.” Turning my attention back toward the TV, I said, “Now, how about that movie?” I knew if I looked back at either one of them right then, I would crack and tell them everything.
Spew all my worries at their feet and try to find comfort in their concern.
Forty-five minutes into the flick, I heard the roar of a motorcycle pull up. The engine kicked off, heavy footsteps pounding up the steps then onto the porch, and the front door opened before I could even think to ask if they were expecting company.
Stone walked into the house, said something quick to his friend then spun his focus onto me. His posture was stoic, but the look of fear on his face told me everything he was feeling without him uttering a single word.
“Marek, I’m gonna kill you,” I grumbled, knowing full well he’d called him right after my little ‘episode.’
Marek looked unapologetic. “Sorry, but you wouldn’t let me call Trigger, so you left me no choice.”
I didn’t even have to ask him why he chose to call Stone, because I knew deep down he knew there was something going on between the two of us, even if he wouldn’t admit it. I was actually surprised more people hadn’t said something to either one of us, but then again they were all probably scared to death of my uncle. Fearing if they voiced their suspicion, Trigger’s retaliation would somehow reach them as well.
As Stone approached the sofa, Sully stood and walked toward her husband. “I’ll leave you two alone,” she said, looking back at me with a mix of concern and hopefulness.
“You don’t have to go,” I pleaded, praying Sully would stay and that Stone would realize he wasn’t wanted. Or needed, for that matter. But she never said another word as she followed her husband from the room. Less than a minute later, I heard their bedroom door close.
Traitors .
Stone settled in next to me but didn’t say a word. His presence was uncomfortable enough; I didn’t need to hear his voice as well. The movie continued to play in the background, and I did my best to give it my full attention, but I couldn’t. I knew he was watching me, waiting for me to address him, but I remained silent, having no idea where to even begin. Should I tell him I might have made a mistake by ending things with him? Would I admit to such a thing, even when every other thought told me I’d made the right decision? Would confessing that I missed him terribly end the way I wanted it to? Funny thing was I had no idea how I truly felt about my decision to cut him loose. My brain told me one thing but my heart felt something completely different. Was I strong enough to go with the logical part of myself?
Countless moments passed before I bit the bullet and addressed the confrontation brewing between us. There was no other way around this. If I wanted him to leave, I had to engage him first.
So I did.
Finally.
“Why are you here?” I asked, never looking away from the TV.
Instead of answering my question, he threw one of his own at me. “What happened before? Are you having problems . . . down there?” he questioned, uncertainty and a bit of embarrassment laced in his words.
I couldn’t help but smirk. Men . Anything to do with our lady parts and they all became queasy. Unless they had their mouths, hands, or cocks in that region, they didn’t want to hear anything more about it.
I glanced over at him, the worry on his face disarming me. Even though
“I’m good. I promise. Besides, I’ve already seen a doctor about it and he said I’m fine,” I lied again. I couldn’t help it; I didn’t need him alerting my uncle to anything just yet, if at all. I could handle whatever was thrown my way—after I decided to call Dr. Weber, of course.
“Well, I don’t like it,” Marek said, running his hands over his beard in worry.
“You don’t have to,” I grated. Immediately calming my tone, I finished with, “Seriously, I appreciate your concern, but I’m okay.” Turning my attention back toward the TV, I said, “Now, how about that movie?” I knew if I looked back at either one of them right then, I would crack and tell them everything.
Spew all my worries at their feet and try to find comfort in their concern.
Forty-five minutes into the flick, I heard the roar of a motorcycle pull up. The engine kicked off, heavy footsteps pounding up the steps then onto the porch, and the front door opened before I could even think to ask if they were expecting company.
Stone walked into the house, said something quick to his friend then spun his focus onto me. His posture was stoic, but the look of fear on his face told me everything he was feeling without him uttering a single word.
“Marek, I’m gonna kill you,” I grumbled, knowing full well he’d called him right after my little ‘episode.’
Marek looked unapologetic. “Sorry, but you wouldn’t let me call Trigger, so you left me no choice.”
I didn’t even have to ask him why he chose to call Stone, because I knew deep down he knew there was something going on between the two of us, even if he wouldn’t admit it. I was actually surprised more people hadn’t said something to either one of us, but then again they were all probably scared to death of my uncle. Fearing if they voiced their suspicion, Trigger’s retaliation would somehow reach them as well.
As Stone approached the sofa, Sully stood and walked toward her husband. “I’ll leave you two alone,” she said, looking back at me with a mix of concern and hopefulness.
“You don’t have to go,” I pleaded, praying Sully would stay and that Stone would realize he wasn’t wanted. Or needed, for that matter. But she never said another word as she followed her husband from the room. Less than a minute later, I heard their bedroom door close.
Traitors .
Stone settled in next to me but didn’t say a word. His presence was uncomfortable enough; I didn’t need to hear his voice as well. The movie continued to play in the background, and I did my best to give it my full attention, but I couldn’t. I knew he was watching me, waiting for me to address him, but I remained silent, having no idea where to even begin. Should I tell him I might have made a mistake by ending things with him? Would I admit to such a thing, even when every other thought told me I’d made the right decision? Would confessing that I missed him terribly end the way I wanted it to? Funny thing was I had no idea how I truly felt about my decision to cut him loose. My brain told me one thing but my heart felt something completely different. Was I strong enough to go with the logical part of myself?
Countless moments passed before I bit the bullet and addressed the confrontation brewing between us. There was no other way around this. If I wanted him to leave, I had to engage him first.
So I did.
Finally.
“Why are you here?” I asked, never looking away from the TV.
Instead of answering my question, he threw one of his own at me. “What happened before? Are you having problems . . . down there?” he questioned, uncertainty and a bit of embarrassment laced in his words.
I couldn’t help but smirk. Men . Anything to do with our lady parts and they all became queasy. Unless they had their mouths, hands, or cocks in that region, they didn’t want to hear anything more about it.
I glanced over at him, the worry on his face disarming me. Even though
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