Joe had gone out to the club. He needed to sit down with his business accountant and the books with it being tax season.
So Winston was alone in the house. As soon as his lover had left him with an oddly tender kiss he had proceeded to make sure the back and front doors were all locked. And the windows. And then he checked them again.
Now he stood in front of the living room entryway.
( " You deserve this. " )
His chest was starting to hurt.
( " You ruined my life, you little sissy butt fucker. " )
He was having a hard time breathing.
( " You know you like it. Say you like it. Just like he did. But you're even better. Damn you're so tight. " )
He stumbled back from the living room, the scene of the crime, and hit the hallway wall.
Maybe he should have gone with Joe to the club.
Maybe.
He wished he had friends to talk to. He needed to..... Except for Joe he had nobody.....
( " If you ever need to talk. ")
( " Tell me you like it," Skip had sneered into his ear as he yanked his head back roughly by his hair while his engorged dick continued to pound at his sore ass. " Say it or I'll slit your throat. Then I'll watch you bleed out and drink your blood. " )
His hand trembled as he pulled out his phone.
( " I .... I ..... like.... it , " Winston lied as he kept his eyes closed, tears rolling down his face, inwardly wishing it would end. That Joe would come back and stop it. That someone would save him. )
He swallowed. Then dialed a number on his phone.
On the third ring it was answered. Spencer said," Yes ? "
" I... I was wondering if.... we could have coffee today. And maybe..... talk. If your offer still stands. "
Spencer hesitated briefly. Then he said," I have our daughter. I don't want to take her out. It's a little nippy today. I saw her sneeze this morning. DuBuis said it was dust but I don't know. "
At his half brother's rambling he began to smile faintly. " It's alright. I understand. "
" You can come here though. I have coffee. And tea. Even wine if you need some. I can text my address to you. "
Winston's mouth fell open in shock. " I.... I would like that. What time should I come? "
" Come over now. I put Miracle down for a nap in the living room. "
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ODDS OF LOVE : SEASON ELEVEN
Ficción GeneralThe ongoing soap opera about the trials and tribulations of disabled math professor and genius Spencer Norland - Lane , his doctor husband DuBuis Lane and their family and friends in the Washington DC area.