chapter eight:
the one where it's babygirl or babydoll.
"Ever been in love?" I raise an eyebrow, slightly stunned at the very straightforward question.
"No."
"Ever cried over a guy?"
"Yes."
"Ever been handcuffed to a bedpost?"
"What? No!"
"Would you ever consider it?" Michael asks, nonchalantly writing some stuff into the notepad attached next to my signature on the clipboard. I sigh, folding my arms.
"I've never given it much thought, to be honest with you."
"I'll put that down as a maybe," he says, tongue poking out in concentration as he scribbles my answers down.
"Michael, is all of this really necessary?"
"Yes." he answers swiftly, looking up for a split second. "I need to know what your personality's like so I can pair you up with one of the guys."
"What?! Mike, we've been friends for years!"
"I'm sorry, Soph, but it has to be done with everyone. It's procedure," he shrugs. I sigh again. "Look, I told you before you signed up. We are not the same people in here."
"I'm starting to get that," I say, scowling slightly.
The rest of the girls had to stay behind while I followed Michael to a room behind the counter. I thought it was a dead end but obviously not; it led to a slightly smaller room with a desk and two chairs opposite each other placed directly in the centre.
On the walls were pictures and graphs, timetables and rainchecks. I had no idea who most of the people on there were but I caught a glimpse of April, and I can't deny that my heart deflated a little bit once I saw that her picture was directly under Luke's; placing her in his 'category'.
"Hey, Michael?"
"Hm?"
"What's a 'kink list'?" I ask, turning my head from his wall portrait to him.
Michael looks up, gaze falling on the same place I was staring at. "Where did you see that?"
"Over there," I point to his category list, which is significantly shorter than the others. It's short because it only has one person and nothing else; a girl I've never seen before in my life, with cropped brown hair and a heart scribbled next to her name. I squint to read it, knowing that since Michael's not the soppy type of guy, this must be serious.
MICHAEL CLIFFORD
Hennessy.
"Hennessy?" I read out loud. I turn back to him, smiling slightly because of the blush forming on his cheeks. "Who is she?"
"My..." he begins, starting to look dazed. He then clears his throat, eyebrows knitting together for a second before his eyes fall back onto his notepad. "She runs this place with me."
"Really?" I ask. He nods. "How come we've never heard of her?"
"Because I like to keep my work life and my home life seperate," he murmurs.
"What about your love life?"
"What?"
"She's a part of that, right?"
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the kink club • luke hemmings ✔️
Fanfiction"Welcome to the kink club. We have whips, handcuffs, chokers and belts. That's Luke, he has the daddy kink. I think he likes you, he's been staring at you all evening." {lophie} {lol there's smut in this hi} ©loudluke
