Suited

Six

I was glad to sleep in on Sunday. I got up a little before seven and started a puzzle while I had my morning coffee, watching the sun come up through the tall windows of my living room. I finished the boarder before deciding to call it quits for now. I needed actual food. Ham and eggs sounded good.

After breakfast, I had a shower and sat down to work on Lawrence's contract. I wanted it ready and, given how new he was, I'd need to be abundantly clear. I finished the first draft around nine, complete with some blank forms for him to fill out, when I got his check in.

Ragazzo: Morning, Signore. My parents want to have breakfast with me. What did you do?

Me: Mind your tone. They have something to tell you. Good things.

Ragazzo: Okay.

Can I just get a peek at the contract?

Me: You may not. I would appreciate a list of your kinks though. Regardless of whether you've tried them or not.

Ragazzo: I can do that. Can I send it after my appointment? Jessie's calling for me again.

Me: Yes, you may.

I kept working. A short while later, I received another series of texts.

Ragazzo: HOW THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT?

Jessie won't tell me!

What did you say??

Me: I said you agreed and that it would be beneficial.

Ragazzo: And that made dad CRY at the table?!

Oh. No, that was not the intention but I'd met my goal.

Me: Apparently so. Please get ready for your appointment.

I decided to check on the Chairman. He didn't answer his phone so I left a voicemail asking him to call back. I needed to speak with him anyway. If I was going to be seeing his son, I needed to do so the proper way. I'd ask for permission. Being with him could possibly shift the workplace dynamic and the last time I'd attempted that, it went downhill. He didn't need to know about the contract or his son's recent revelations about himself or what I'd done with his elder son, but he did need to know my intentions.

Lawrence's appointment came and went. His doctor was rather excited about him starting short term treatment. The program was three weeks and started tomorrow. He agreed to fax over his records so he'd have them for his interview. Everything would run smoothly. Attending would give Lawrence some sort of structure to his day and he'd get the care he needed. In terms of treatment today, he was told to get out of the house and try some light exercise like walking and to drink plenty of water. It was too soon for another IV session and he had no interest in being near a needle if he didn't have to.

I needed to decide where I'd place my lustra. I'd always wanted to have a dedicated space for this somewhat hidden part of my life. Haydn had his den. That was the only thing I ever envied about him. He had a big house with plenty of room. It was convenient. As long as I'd been here, I'd been in hotels and apartments—nowhere to really settle down—but now I had a condo with two bedrooms on a second floor and an office on the first. I had more space than I'd ever had before.

Lawrence sent his list. He was one step ahead of me and had categorized them by Yes and Maybe. He'd gone as far as to put down a few things he'd likely never want to do under No. Some of the items had exceptions. This was similar to how I would have done it myself.