Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Ruslan was slightly delusional but not completely unreasonable.
“My graduating in the spring will fix a lot of his concerns.” At least, I thought it would. “And it’s not like I’m an exhibitionist. I don’t need to show him off around campus like a fun new toy I just got. As long as we can go on dates and I can tell the guys here we’re dating, I’ll be good with that. It’d be lying I’d have an issue with, but for now, they’re giving me space.”
Which I appreciated but there was only so long I could go without mentioning Ruslan before it would get weird. I didn’t need to share about our scenes, but not being able to tell them anything about him would get odd eventually.
I needed to be able to at least answer where are you heading out to kind of questions without feeling like I was hiding shit from them. We weren’t just roommates, we were friends, and that would throw a wrench in things fairly quickly if I wasn’t careful.
Malcolm paused, cocking his head. “I don’t think that’s unreasonable. I think he just needs a bit of processing time.”
Hopefully.
“It’ll be fine.” We were both worrying over nothing. “We’ve only been dating about a week. I’m not going to rush him.”
Now the look on Malcolm’s face said he wasn’t going to hold himself to that standard but I knew Ruslan could take care of himself as long as he wanted to…and if it came down to it, Russie could text me to come save him from the nosy Dom that was heading out to start his own busy day. “Alright, I’ll talk to you later then.”
And he was gone, with most of his questions probably unanswered…which left me wondering if I should warn Ruslan or not.
Sometimes the hardest part about being a Dom was all the tiny decisions that needed to be made…like warning your sub or letting their friends fuck with them.
Chapter 19
Ruslan
I was going to owe Master something better than a blow job for warning me.
Daddy.
No.
Dante.
Shoot.
“You’re ignoring my question.” Malcolm frowned and started to give me his now you’re making me worry expression.
That was all I needed.
“I was distracted by a stupid thought.” And I was not going to repeat it, so I did my best to redirect the worrywart. “Yes, I had a great weekend and I was very clear when I answered his limits list.”
Thankfully, we were currently hiding in my office, so I didn’t have to worry about anyone overhearing our interesting conversation.
Malcolm just raised one eyebrow.
“I was very clear and answered all the questions then emailed it right back.” I didn’t think he needed to know how early I’d gotten up to do that, though. “M—Dante was very pleased.”
The big nerd grinned. “Master already, huh? It must’ve been a good weekend.”
I groaned as I rolled my eyes. “He’s Master when it comes to limits kind of things and Daddy for little time. But I can call him by his real name, I just was thinking of the limits stuff and it popped out.”
I couldn’t decide if I was frustrated Daddy hadn’t answered all of Malcolm’s nosy questions or glad he’d respected my privacy…but it might’ve been both.
“I’m not going to ask why he was over there all weekend.” Malcolm’s innocent look was not believable in the slightest. “It’s not my business what kind of scenes and discussions take that much time when you’ve just gone out on one date.”
“Two dates. I’m counting our first as the playdate.” He’d fed me. We’d done stuff. We’d talked. Yep, it was a date.
Now it was Malcolm’s turn to roll his eyes as he took a bite of his sub. When he’d swallowed, he barked out a laugh. “That’s questionable right there, but it’s your relationship, so I’m going to keep my nose out of it.”
Bull.
“Thank you.” But I could at least pretend to believe him since he’d brought one of my favorite lunches. “How was your weekend?”
I was hoping being polite would get me what I wanted, for him to ignore the rest of my stuff with Dante, but that didn’t go as planned.
“I was worried about you and if you were going to screw this up with your insane need to be seen as vanilla.”
He was such a pain in the butt.
“I don’t need to be seen as anything. That’s the point.” I wasn’t in the closet about who I was. I just didn’t need to wear a T-shirt advertising it. “Two of my students were flirting with me. I can’t have that.”
Especially because I was not dominant enough to have made that work under any stretch of the imagination.
Malcolm snorted. “You have guys on campus trying to pick you up on a daily basis. The sandwich guy pouted because I picked up your order. That’s one pup that needs a Dom.”