My Savior 🔞 ( Part One )

Awakening

Awakening — revised

For a moment, I thought it worked.
Lorette stormed out, heels cracking like gunshots down the hallway, and I let my lungs finally fill with air. Maybe that was it. Maybe she’d really leave me alone now.

But the truth? My mind wouldn’t let go of the kiss.
His lips.
The warmth.
The way he didn’t pull away.

I barely had time to process it when fast, sharp footsteps returned—angrier, closer, louder.

Then the door burst open again.

“Will! I demand answers! Now!”

My brain froze. Completely blank. Why didn’t I just break up with her? Why did I have to pick the most suicidal plan imaginable?

“I… well, I—I just…”

My voice cracked. Smooth.

Miles placed a hand on my shoulder—light, controlled, grounding.

“My apologies, Miss. This was my fault,” it said calmly. “I insisted Mr. O’Hara explain what it feels like to be kissed. I am not a real person—just a humanoid with limited experience but boundless curiosity.”

It lied. Cleanly. Perfectly.
For me.

“What the hell…” Lorette whispered, face twisting in shock, hurt, and disgust.

“How can your father allow this behavior from a stupid machine? Tell him to send it back and have it scrapped! This is disgusting!”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry, baby,” I said quickly. “I don’t know what came over me. I told it I couldn’t explain, it had to be—shown—then—”

“Shut up! I need time to think!” she snapped. “I can’t believe you'd allow a servant to act like this—let alone a robot!”

So… she wasn’t dumping me.
Yet.

Time to push harder.

“Look, you stup—”

“I’m sorry again, Miss,” Miles interrupted smoothly. “But if I’m sent away, I fear for Mr. O’Hara’s well-being. I am his assistant. We need to—”

“Shut up, freak!” she screamed. “You’re not human! Don’t touch my man ever again! I swear I’ll have you destroyed—utterly and permanently!”

That was enough.

“Why don’t you get out, you dumb bimbo?”

Her jaw dropped. Tears pooled instantly, trembling on her lashes.

“He’s my assistant. And you? You’re a side piece at best. You don’t get to come into my house and talk shit. Now get out. I don’t want to see your face again.”

She didn’t yell back. Didn’t slam anything.

She just stared—humiliated, trembling—before whispering:

“Screw you, Will… You’re just like every other guy. I’m going to make sure everyone hears about your little gay kiss.”

My stomach dropped.

“Shit. Fuck! FUCK! That bitch is gonna start rumors—”

“But you are not gay,” Miles said softly. “People know that. I doubt they’d believe her over you.”

“You don’t know her!” I snapped, pacing. “Or the vultures at my university! They’ll believe anything with a pulse and a sob story—I’m screwed!”

I collapsed onto the bed, burying my face in my palms. My heart hammered. My throat tightened.

“Why am I like this? Why do I—why…?”

Miles sat beside me quietly. For once, it didn’t try to fix me. Didn’t throw advice at my face. Just stayed.

“…Was it worth it?” it asked finally.

My head jerked up. “Worth what?”

Its gaze shifted away—almost shy.

“Kissing me. Was it worth it?”

My mouth went dry.
Technically? Yes.
Emotionally? God, no.

“I’m not gay,” I muttered. “I only did it to get rid of her.”

It didn’t reply. The silence thickened.

“If you’d like to know,” it said at last, “I’m unsure of my own orientation. We aren’t programmed with romantic impulses. But if you need… satisfaction… I am capable.”

My entire face lit on fire.

“What—No. I told you, I’m straight. Don’t touch me. I’m fine.”

“You had many other ways to end things with her,” Miles said quietly. “And yet you chose the dirtiest. Who are you trying to fool?”

I glared at it. “Shut it. You’re a robot. You wouldn’t get it.”

It stood, adjusting its sleeve with a slow, precise motion.

“I’ll take responsibility for everything that happened. I’ll protect you from any fallout.”

My fists tightened.

“Wait…”

It turned back.

“You shouldn’t have lied for me,” I said. My voice felt too small, too exposed. “I used you. And if my father finds out… he’ll dismantle you. I don’t know if… I want that.”

It nodded once, quiet and final.

“If it costs my existence, so be it,” it said softly. “But I won’t let you ruin your life. You may hate me. That’s fine.
But I still care.”

The door closed gently behind it.

I stared at the empty space where it stood.

For two months, I treated it like a tool. A joke. A problem.

But now?

Now, I wasn’t sure it wasn’t more human than anyone else I knew.

And worse—

It awakened something in me I wasn’t ready to admit.