Now the quiet part of my night begins. I can't fall asleep with so much energy in me. So while Mick and Andrew are fast asleep in my bed I make myself comfortable in the living room. In my pajamas with a blanket over my legs, I scroll through my feed.
Still in a good, confident mood I go over to Thomas's profile and send a friend request. It is weird to think that after everything I experienced with Thomas I never send him one. I am proud of myself. Last time I wasn't sure if I should do that out of fear I could drive Thomas away. Now a few weeks later he knows everything.
'He will come around in a few days.' I do hope Andrew is right.
I click through my apps and land in my emails, which I know is a mistake as soon as I see the name 'Mrs. Shutzer' as one of the titles.
Hesitantly I open it. The mail just contains a link and a phone number I don't recognize. Suddenly the calming silence around me becomes too quiet. I did a horrible thing to Mrs. Shutzer only two days ago but with everything that happened after, telling Andrew about me, opening up about my job as a prostitute, telling Thomas everything, the party, I forgot about her for a moment. Now all of my guilt comes back and crashes into me like a wave.
It gets worse when I don't recognize the sender either. Who sent the email? Who knows about Mrs. Shutzer?
Fear lets my hands tremble. I don't want to click on the link. I want to know but at the same time, I am frightened. If anyone finds out what I did ... I don't know what will happen. I don't think there is a comparable case.
You got this Koda. Maybe it is not that bad. With this false sense of confidence, I click the link and a news article opens. Fuck, it is in the news. It is not one of the big sites and I hope it stays that way. Carefully I read.
Apparently the staff of the unicorn paradise, the love hotel Mrs. Shutzer and I went that night, found her still lying in the bed. According to the article, she's alive but unresponsive. They assume drug abuse caused her state and hospitalized her. Since it is a love hotel they guess someone else was with her that night.
When I read that sentence cold sweat runs done my forehead. If they search for DNA, they will find mine and I will go to jail. I force myself to take some deep breaths and continue reading.
The article states that the police want to investigate the case but since love motels value privacy over everything they don't have any leads. That evening Mrs. Shutzer got the key from a vending machine and love hotels don't have cameras at all. Also, the police don't know if drug abuse happened during sex or afterward. I think they will see pretty soon that no drugs are in her blood. Although maybe she had some before we met.
The text closes with the possibility that this case will be unsolved until the woman regains her conciseness.
So basically I am safe for now but as soon as Mrs. Shutzer wakes up, I am fucked.
What have I done? Why didn't I just leave?
While I ponder on the what if's I remember the phone number in the mail. I still don't know who sent me the article. So I dial the number making sure my number is suppressed.
"Hello", greets me a familiar voice.
"Good evening Mr. Hope", I say.
"Steve, what a relief. Are you okay?", my pimp suddenly sounds worried.
"I am fine", I simply say. I don't know how much he knows or what he suspects. I notice my fight or flight instincts in full effect. I don't trust him.
"Did you read the article I send you?", he asks still friendly.
"Yes", comes my short answer and I am scared of what he will ask next.
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Sensuality
General Fiction#book2 | Koda is still not sure if telling Thomas his secret was a good idea. His other half backs away again, but Koda refuses to break down. Again. Now that his two best friends know about him being an incubus, a being of pleasure, they can suppor...
