Page 71 of The Guy Next Door
That he let me breed his tight hole.
As much as I wish I could cling to the experience, it fades too quickly as I start pulling up docs in a folder on my computer desktop. I don’t even feel like I chose to pull this shit up, but I was compelled to look at what I’ve saved on Isaac Tolle.
It’s mostly stuff I’ve collected when I first started looking into him: His online profiles. Photos from his social media accounts.Information from LinkedIn, his professional website, the college website, and various other sources I came across during that period of obsession, including his personal emails.
As I go back through his CV, I’m reading it like there’ll be some sort of code embedded into it. Something that will tie everything together, the piece of evidence I’ll show Detective Roth and say,See! I fucking told you!
By now, I should get that even if this was my 500th time looking at it, it won’t be any more fruitful than the 499th. Still, there’s a hope that I’m wrong.
Ever since I saw him at the library Leif and Mike frequented, I’ve struggled against this gut instinct I have about Isaac’s potential involvement in Jason’s and my brother’s disappearances…and the break-in the night I stopped whoever the hell was in Leif’s place.
But as I expected, my brief trek through the information doesn’t do anything more than chase away my wonderful afternoon and drag me back into the anxiety-ridden past.
There’s no magicaha!moment. Nothing clicking into place.
I pull up my browser, heading back to my DMs on Reddit, where I see my last exchanges with Dman281, the mystery guy who posted about the note Mike received before he went missing.
Dman, I need to talk to you.
I just want to have a chat with you about my brother.
Please. You’re the only one who knows about this letter, and I have so many questions.
My messages were sent over a series of weeks, but he never responded.
I tell myself that even if he replied, it wouldn’t do me any good. Maybe he wouldn’t have anything else that could help me.But of course, my imagination has me convinced that he could have that missing piece I need to put it all together. Maybe some damning bit of info about Isaac. Hell, maybe about someone I haven’t considered.
Something.Anything.
It’s a wish, the fantasy of a mind that won’t be satisfied, not until I have answers for what happened to Mike.
19
LEIF
Zane arrives atmy place early to help me prep for my Thanksgiving Day celebration. As I pull out the oven rack to check the thermometer in the turkey, he stands at the adjacent counter, grating cheese onto a plate for the mac and cheese.
“You think that would disturb Kyra?” he asks, glaring at the turkey. “Seeing a huge-ass bird in the oven?”
“Might make her feel safe since she knows she doesn’t have nearly this much meat on her.” I push the rack back in and close the oven. “Might cut down on how much she eats, though.”
Zane chuckles, and I approach him, inspecting his work. “Yeah, the rest of that’ll be plenty. But speed it up. I gotta get you on potato duty after this.”
“I like when you boss me around in the kitchen,” he says, looking me over.
“Funny because I like when you boss me around in other areas.” I squat down and hook my arm around him. As I kiss his neck, my pelvis slides right up against his little ass.
“You’re distracting me,” he says as I caress his crotch.
“Your cock isn’t complaining.”
“Youwill be if we start running behind.”
“Fair point.” I give him a quick lick on his cheek before restraining myself.
“You keep playing dirty like that, and I’m gonna give your ass something to be distracted by.”
My cock shifts in my briefs at the promising threat.