TESLA
I was mortified, thinking of how I'd behaved like a total fool last night. This morning, I told Spartacus that I could hardly recall what had happened in my hotel room but the truth was that I remembered some of it. It's not that I remembered it all, but I had gotten some flashbacks here and there before he asked me.
"Oh, God. I begged him for his cock," I whispered to myself before I buried my face in one of the pillows that laid on the couch. "I literally begged him."
It was so humiliating.
He must think of me as a joke now. My embarrassing evening of begging for a penis between my lips wasn't the worst of my troubles, though.
I recalled the talk I had with my boss.
"Oh, God, What must I do now?" I asked, pulling on my tie, loosening it a bit. That thing made me feel suffocated.
The idea that not only the police but also the underworld was searching for me was pretty terrifying. I had no idea that Ramone was a dirty cop. He seemed so nice and cool and sweet. Maybe he was all that, but he came from a criminal family too, who, apparently, wanted to know all I had got to say about my evening with him. The last evening of his life.
I had provided William with all the information I could think of and I cursed Jason in my mind for involving me in all of this shit.
However, I also was afraid of what they were going to do to him. Jason wasn't exactly my friend or anything like that, he was more a guy who sometimes needed my help and I, in exchange, needed cash which I could get if I helped him. That was pretty much it, but I still didn't want him to get slaughtered, and I certainly didn't want to get slaughtered myself for just dining with a hot dude.
I guess I'd been stupid. I should have known there was something up with what he asked of me. Why would I get paid a few hundred bucks just to go to dinner with a guy? I feel they used me to distract him or something. Maybe I was just his type?
"You don't have to worry," William answered. "I believe what you just told me and I'm quite often able to tell if and when people are lying to me."
"Ok," Somehow, I believed him and I didn't feel unsafe with him. He seemed to be one of those criminals that still had honor. Like the ones you always see in shows. For example, that dude from the Blacklist, he's a criminal but a good honorable one. Please let William be like that too. I had no other choice but to believe that. I bit my lip and sighed again before I grabbed my glass to gulp down the alcohol he just poured in a glass for me. "Fuck me, that b-burns," I said with a hoarse voice. Jesus!
"Yeah, it's pretty strong," William replied with a smirk on his face.
"No shit?" I answered.
"Another one?" he asked after he drank his glass empty too--with much more grace than I did--and filled it again.
"Please." I nodded. I was still nervous as fuck. "And I'm sorry I just said shit and fuck."
William laughed while running a hand through his hair after some had fallen to the front. I had to admit that he was a pretty damn hot man, but not as hot as Spartacus was.
He refilled my glass and after he put the bottle away, he said, "You didn't say fuck. You said fuck me, actually..."
I swallowed. "I--I don't know...did I?"
He ran his tongue over his lower lip and hummed. "Hmm-hmm..."
"...!"
I quickly finished my drink and started to cough because I was too fucking hasty for my own good.
William stood up, walked around his desk, and patted my back, oh so gently, till I was done coughing. He then leaned in till I felt his lips brushing against my ear. His touch made my breath hitch.
"Would you like me to fuck you, then? Or does a guy named Ryder prefer to ride my dick?" he asked. "Hm?"
"Uh..." I almost choked on my own saliva.
"Or would you wanna be the one who does the fucking? Also fine by me, I like both ways. And I think I deserve a reward for helping you out, don't you?"
It was then and there that I'd blurted out that I'm only there to serve the Gladiators. That I was really happy that he helped me out, but that I couldn't sleep with him because it was against the rules. I'd been so afraid that he would get angry but he only laughed out loud. We drank some more until I think it was him who told me I wasn't getting another refill and I needed to get the fuck out of his office.
The sound of my door that opened snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked up. It was Bentley.
"Well, well, well... Look who's all sober again," he said, slamming the door. My head throbbed at the loud sound. "You look like shit."
"I feel like shit too," I answered.
"What happened yesterday? Did the boss try anything weird?"
"No... He...he knows what's happened."
Bentley first walked to my fridge and took out a drink. Why did he always come here to eat and drink, first thing? He looked at me with a beer in his hand and I shook my head in reply. I wasn't in the mood to drink. In fact, I'll never drink again.
I laid my head back against the couch, closing my eyes.
"You mean he knows what happened with that cop?"
I nodded.
"How?"
"Cause Ramone was part of his family." Bentley spat out his gulp of beer, practically showering me by doing so. "Jeez, man," I whined, drying my arm against his shirt.
He frowned. "Do you think he knew before you were hired?"
"Huh?"
"Knew it was you before he looked into your file here. I mean...it was Gremelda that asked me--and specifically me, not the other Rewarders--if I happened to know a hot, handsome, smart guy that could become our next Rewarder. Obviously, I dropped your name."
"She only asked you?" He nodded. I thought about it, but it made no sense. "But why didn't William just pay me a visit at my house if he already knew who I was even before I started working here?"
"I don't know. I'm just saying it's a coincidence. isn't it?"
I scratched my head. I wasn't in my right mind to think about all this. "I don't know...But I guess it doesn't matter anyway. He told me I had nothing to worry about, that he would fix things."
"And you believe him?" Bentley asked, bouncing a leg up and down. He always did that when he was nervous. I laid my hand on his leg, stopping his movements.
"I have no fucking idea who killed Ramone or why he was killed. I have no idea why I got involved in all this mess either. I just know I have a headache right now." I sighed. "Don't worry, ok? I'm here now, and I'm safe."
He took a big breath. "Ok."
I ran my hand through his hair. "It's long," I said.
"Yeah... There are a few Gladiators who dig long hair, so."
"Who's your favorite?"
"I don't really have one. I'm mostly picked by Gannicus, so he's familiar and he's funny. I don't mind him."
"Good fucker?" I asked.
"Yeah, he is. But we don't always do it."
"Really?" I asked before I laid my head on his shoulder. "I wouldn't have guessed that from the few times I've briefly seen him. That he wouldn't grasp every opportunity to fuck someone, I mean."
"Oh, he's a sensitive one. He has a big mouth, but he's very emotional and all that. He cried like a baby a few times, talking about how he hadn't found his true love yet."
"Ahh, poor guy." I closed my eyes. "Are we allowed to gossip about them like this?"
"Well, the contract doesn't forbid gossiping. And it's not like Spartacus is standing behind our back, hearing how he's insulted to the core." I slapped his legs hard. Like really hard. "Ouch!" he cried out.
"You know how bad I feel about that. You don't have to make it worse."
"Jesus Christ, dude. It happened, you feel bad, you said sorry, he forgave you. Let it go." He rubbed over his legs and I hoped he was in severe pain. "Ok, I shouldn't have teased you," he continued. "But it's not like you're a bad person. Do you think other people never say bad things about others? They do. You were just so dumb to get caught while you were in the middle of doing it. But believe me, there's no human in this world who hasn't insulted someone behind their backs in some way."
I sighed. "Maybe."
"Not maybe. I'm just right. Like, everybody is so into body positivity and all that, but if they see a fat girl walking around in a miniskirt, they gossip behind the girl's back about how her legs looked so hideous, showing all those gross dimples and cellulite. Oh, how dare she walk around like that while she has that size? That fucking pig. Ugh, bitches... And then they pretend everyone is so beautiful and beauty is all within." He made a gagging sound.
I couldn't help but laugh at his rant. "This feels like the good old days."
"Yeah, I've missed us."
"Me too."
"So, will you stop already? You won't burn in hell because you said something bad when you were sixteen."
"I was seventeen."
"Whatever. You know what I mean and you know I'm right," he said.
"You're always right."
"I know. We should all just try to be a little nicer and less judgy about others. Luckily, we learn from our mistakes," he said, very wisely before he took a sip of beer.
"Hmm-hmm," I hummed.
"By the way, Mahindra has the tiniest baby-dick if you compare it with Crixus's."
I guess wise Bentley didn't last for very long.
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