Black Hour Glass | Calliope • MJ | DISCONTINUED!!!!

9. Fool For U

If y'all don't know by now I hate-hate-hate sex scenes. Writing them makes me feel weird and sometimes when I go back and read my chapters I get embarrassed. But because of these personalities depicted in this story and the fact that they are grown asf I am going to try my best to give an authentic adult scene nastiness and all. With a tad bit of smut because this chapter is dedicated to my favorite author of all time (y'all I've been following her since her ETUB1 days when she was only like 30 chapters in) susiesjointz

With that being said, I guess it's choke season, huh? 👀

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I was in the process of scarfing down a banana in between my post-op visits with my patients when I pulled out my phone and called Caleb. He answered my call sounding just as annoyed as he was when I called him last night.

"Calliope damnit!" He yelled into the phone.

"Shut up. Have you heard from him?" I asked my leg shaking as I sat in the residents lounge. It'd been three whole days, this day heading toward the fourth day, that we each received our "cards" on my birthday and no call had come from Michael. Nothing to let us know that he was okay.

"Ima tell you the same thing I told you when you called last night." I was about 20 hours into my 24-hour call day, and though I should've been dog tired by now I was still alive and kicking because I was stressing about Michael. And I was calling and texting Caleb relentlessly to see if he heard anything. "He ain't come back or contacted me."

"Well are you going to go and look for him? It's been three days Caleb and on top of that we haven't seen nor heard from him in a week before that. You know what I'm done playing these games. I'm calling the cops."

"And telling them what?" Caleb laughed. "Hi, my boyfriend Michael Jackson, yes the drug lord, is missing and has been for over a week. Can you please help me find him? The fuck, Opie?"

"And why not? Don't you two have cops and FBI agents on payroll?"

"We don't have every fucking agent on payroll, Calliope. Didn't your ass get a degree in biology? Don't they teach you to think critically? Fucking think, Calliope," he snapped causing me to shut my mouth. "We do what we have to do to keep ourselves under the radar, but we ain't been making no noise to avoid shit like this! On top of that those payroll agents would throw us under the bus the minute we get caught to save they ass."

It was silent between the two of us until he sighed and his voice softened as he spoke to me again. "Calliope, I'm sorry... But me and the guys are trying our best to locate him without having to move from here to go and find him. Mike would want me to watch you and make sure you're safe and if he is... in trouble... then he'd definitely want me to be here with you."

Tears formed in my eyes and I sucked in a breath. "'In trouble?' You mean dead or seriously hurt don't you?"

"Opie stop worrying. It's not a good look on you. Focus on your job and make sure you calm yourself down before you go and cut somebody open."

"Caleb I miss-" I stopped when the door opened and in waked three of my colleagues one of them being Hassan. "Um, just let me know if my cousin calls, okay?"

Caleb caught my drift and said goodbye before hanging up. I dropped my phone in my white coat pocket and pealed down more of my banana so I could finish it up and head back out to see patients. Hassan came over and rubbed his hand down the side of my face before kissing my forehead.