Her Male Model (Femdom)

I Missed You...

Coals POV

I walk into the bar with Camilla in tow. She is far enough behind me that nobody would think we're here together, but close enough that she could whoop some serious ass if anyone gets too close. I hate it. I hate her presence behind me. I hate that Kat doesn't think I can take care of myself despite my hard-earned muscle, and staggering height. it is humiliating to need a woman to take care of me in general.

I spot my friends across the bar, and stop to tell Camilla not to follow me over there. She rolls her eyes, but relents, seating herself at the bar. When I am absolutely certain she will not follow and embarrass me further, I make my way to the booth my friends claimed.

"Coal! Long time no see." Tracy says, grinning at me. Why does she always feel the need to speak to me? I contemplate ignoring her entirely, but relent after receiving a pointed glare from Trent.

"Hey."

"What have you been up to today?" This comes from Alex to my left. I consider my answer for a moment. I can't tell them I've been at Kat-mandated therapy all morning, skillfully hedging around any deep and/or meaningful topics. In the end, all I really gave her was a vague understanding that I dislike my family, and that something might have happened in my childhood. However, despite my best attempts at misdirection, I somehow feel that the therapist got more than I gave her. I can't shake the feeling that she was not a real therapist, but instead some type of profiler, hired by Kat to break into the vault-like cells of my mind.

"Oh yah know. Cleaning."

Alex gives me an incredulous look, but doesn't say anything. Alex knows me better than anyone, which unfortunately makes him a skilled lie detector when it comes to my bullshit.

"Really? I wasn't sure if you were still living at your apartment? I tried to drop off those tennis rackets you let me borrow the other day, but you weren't home." Trent asks.

Oh shit. I hadn't thought about what I would tell people now that I've moved in with Kat. They would take one look at my new address and know that I can't afford anything anywhere near Beverly Hills.

"I stayed at a friend's house last night."

"You have friends other than us?" Chad asks, grinning.

"Dude, he was obviously talking about a girl...got lucky last night huh?" Max cuts in.

I damn near blush thinking about the 'girl' I got lucky with last night.

"Dude, he gets lucky every night. Of course he...Coal, are you blushing right now?" Chad asks, raising an eyebrow at me.

Of course this makes my blush worse.

"It's not serious is it?"

Everyone looks at me expectantly, and though I try to deny it, nobody seems to want to listen to me.

"Bro you have to bring her to meet everyone some time!" Trent says, slapping me on the shoulder.

"Yeah, she must be a Victoria's Secret Angel if she got you to settle down."

I look over at Alex for help, only to find him studying me intently like the rest of the group. I regret coming here at all. I should have called it a day after therapy and went home.

"is it serious?" Alex asks me, his voice dropping low.

I contemplate the pros and cons of telling him. I mean, he would probably be able to tell if I lie anyway. I slowly nod my head.

Alex's eyes widen.

"I can't believe you didn't tell me!" He says, shaking his head.

"It only happened yesterday."