Page 155 of Naughty November
“And how exactly is your brain broken?”
“I have ADHD—which is what the two pills are for, by the way—and I forget shit all the time, but like I said, if I have a mantra in my head, I can usually keep it from happening again.” I opened my mouth to speak, but he cut me off. “The mantra I repeat in my head every time I leave isphone, keys, backpack, door, and I repeat it over and over and over again until I actually leave the apartment with all of those things with me or taken care of.”
He folded his arms over his chest and gave a nod as he met my gaze, like he’d just made a grand statement. Once more I opened my mouth to say something and he swooped in again, his voice louder than before, suddenly revved up and annoyed. “Oh, and I am positive I didn’t do it again because of my mantra when I leave the house, butalso because it was clear the door had been tampered with. He just wanted someone to blame because his stash and cash were both stolen.”
My cynical look was back full force as I narrowed my eyes. “Your story still doesn’t track. You were kicked out yesterday, but that shiner looks fresh, so you had to have been hurt today.”
“Yeah, well… I went back today when I knew he’d be out and grabbed as much as I could fit in my backpack and a duffel bag. But then I heard him coming in, so I tossed the bags out my window, but it’s two floors down, so I had to try to get past him. Thought he was in his bedroom and I could sneak out, but he was in the kitchen and roughed me up for coming back.”
“And because you clean the club, you thought you could make use of the place with no one being the wiser.”
Jules looked down at his feet, shrugged, and mumbled, “I noticed last night there are some locks left on these lockers, and I had a lock and just figured I’d put my stuff in one and sleep here for a few nights until I figured something out. He’ll kill me if I go back, but I still have more of my shit I need to get before he sells it off or tosses it.”
Hardening my resolve, I gritted out, “Kid, my club isn’t here for my employees to crash whenever they get themselves in trouble. It’s not a halfway house with a revolving door for boys who can’t get their shit together.”
“Yeah, I get it. I’m sorry. I’ll go if I have to, just please don’t fire me. I need this job if I’m going to find another place to stay.”
The fact that I was starting to feel bad for him annoyed the hell out of me. I was just shy of grabbing his shit myself and dragging him to the back door when Jules grabbed his stuff and sighed. “Look, the pills are kicking in and I’m about to pass out. I know it’s asking a lot, but I’d literally do anything if you’d just let me sleep on one of the booth seats for, like, three hours. Only for tonight, I swear. I don’t have time now to wander around and try to find a place to sleep. The meds will keep me under, but I’ll set an alarm to get me up before anyone shows up in the morning.”
“Keep you under? And you still expect me to believe these are prescription drugs?”
Narrowing my eyes at him, I stepped into his space. Not expecting it, he lost his balance and pinwheeled his arms as he fell back. I caught his arm just in time to keep him from being a drugged-up heap on the floor. That was all I needed.
“Yeah, with my ADHD I can’t shut my mind off and sleep, so my doctor prescribed it and it knocks me out. Look, I know I can’t sleep here ever again, but at this point, I’d be willing to do absolutely anything to sleep in your alley without you calling the cops on me.”
He sidled closer to me and looked up to meet my gaze, his goddamned puppy dog eyes nearly doing me in. I was about to strengthen my resolve when he pressed his body to mine and placed his small hands on my chest.
“I saw the way you looked at me when you first came in here and a few times since. And I don’t need to tell you that you’re gorgeous as fuck. All tall, dark, and dangerous. Totally my type. So when I say I’ll do anything, I meananything.”
“Really?You don’t even know me, let alone my sexual proclivities. Are you sure you mean anything? Because you need to berealsure, little one. I’m not gentle in any sense of the word. I like to leave marks on my sexual partners.”
“Mmm, that sounds like exactly what I need. I love being marked up by a big, strong, bossy Daddy.”
“Oh, you don’t get to call me Daddy. Daddy is only for one special boy I’ve yet to meet, and I highly doubt you’re him. You’d be running in the other direction if you knew who I was.”
“Then tell me who you are.”
“Not a chance, boy.”
“Then I’ll just have to call you Daddy until you do.” I grunted at his audacity. “And what if Iwasthat special boy and you shoved me out the door without a taste? Don’t let me slip through your fingers. I could be just the boy you’re looking for.”
“Highly doubtful.”
This kid was unbelievable. He hadnoidea who I was because if he did, he’d have tried to escape knowing he was in a very precarious situation and had chosen the wrong location to squat for the night.He’d also know there was no promise he’d get out of here in one piece. I wasn’t known for my lenience.
But instead of backing off, he caressed my pecs, then pressed his hard cock against my upper thigh, grinding himself into me. Oh, this boy had no idea what he was offering, proving once again he was clueless about me—otherwise, he’d never have offered himself up on such a delicious platter. I’d take him apart, piece by piece, and then leave him wrecked instead of putting him back together again.
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ROMEO ARES
As Jules continued to grind his cock against me, I didn’t move an inch and gave him a bored look, letting him think I was unaffected by him, even as my cock stood up and took notice.
My body ignored my brain and was unwilling to step back from his small, delicate, beautiful body. Not to mention his perfect, rosy, cupid’s bow lips, his tiny, upturned nose scattered with freckles, and his big fathomless brown eyes, which I noticed had some amber flecks in them.
As he blinked up at me with a very convincing pout and a pleading gaze, he whispered, “Just one night. Take me any way you want. The only things I don’t like are piss play, blood play, and scat. But other than that, you can doanything. Iwantyou to take me any way you want and make sure I feel it in the morning.Please.”
Fuck, but this boy was hitting every damn one of my buttons. The problem was he kept flirting and touching and turning me on right after he told me his meds were going to essentially make him comatose.