Suited

Sixteen

Lucas Alberici's Point of View

Lawrence has been here for less than an hour and once again I've done something I thought I never would but it made sense to me. If I was to be his boyfriend, then I should love him. That part was cut and dry, as they say.

It was still strange though. We hadn't met that long ago and the supposed experts on the internet said that one week was far too early to say that you were in love with someone. If anything, it would be infatuation. That was the word that came up a lot but that and love seemed the same in my eyes. At least, it was the closest thing to love that I recognized.

I worked it out this way in my mind during a long night of googling and jotting down notes. Prolonged infatuation with care and action was love and I'd done plenty of that this morning. I'd apologized for something that wasn't entirely my fault, I allowed him play outside of the lustra, and I bought him flowers. That was plenty. I'd even managed a touch of romance. I'd even let him post a picture of us. Though neither of our faces were in it, some of my acquaintances from Frenzy saw my posts. Someone on a blog called it a soft launch? Yes, I loved him. I'd done a fine job of loving him.

Lunch needed to be made. Even if he had eaten just before I retrieved him, I was hungry. If he wasn't, I would put his plate in the fridge and he could have it when he felt like it. The turkey burgers were defrosted anyway. I could at least brown them. Of course I was interrupted by my phone. Normally, I kept it on silent but since meeting Lawrence, I left the ringer on. It was annoying but I didn't want to risk him needing me and me not knowing.

Malikai? I hadn't talked to that boy in a while. We used to get drinks together at the club since Heidi and his dominant, Kendrick, both worked together. We scened from time to time but he had three partners to keep him busy and Kendrick had been on the panel to suspend me from Frenzy. We weren't even that close. He had hassled me for my number some time ago but never used it. What was he calling me for? I sent him to voicemail and flipped the two patties on the pan.

Malikai: Attachment: 1 image

He sent another message when I didn't open the picture.

Malikai: Emmm. HELLO?? EXPLAIN

Explain what? I wiped off my hands and called him back. "Why are you yelling in my messages?"

"There's a boy on your story!"

Like I didn't know that. "And?"

"Well, hold on. Who's holding the flowers?"

Wasn't that obvious? I was olive tan and Lawrence was the color of printer paper. "My boyfriend."

"BOYFRIEND?!" I didn't respond. "I fucking knew it! I have to tell Master. He'll have a field day."

"Do not tell Dom Bailey. It's not his business" and he liked to talk about people. "Why are you stalking my page?"

"Oh please, I wasn't stalking you. I don't have time for that." Of course he had time. He was calling me over an instagram post. The most he did in a day was check the mail and take dick. One of his other co-subs cooked and cleaned and the other was his boyfriend who he gave dick to. Both of them had jobs, as did their dominant. He was a houseboy. "You know people get notifications when you post for the first time in a while, right? Juni saw it and now el esta todo loco."

I wasn't sure why he'd gone crazy. "He knows what a boyfriend is. He is one."

"Yeah but you're not!" I called him rude. "Okay, sorry. You are now—That's not Sir Roscoe though. The hand is too small and the thighs are too skinny." And he was pale. All of the Whitacre's were but Lawrence didn't go outside so he was almost translucent, not to mention the scratches. Haydn was freckled and warm toned and he rarely pricked himself when he worked anymore.