“Can these changes be implemented immediately?”
“Of course.”
I took a deep breath, visualising my future. The cameras would be constantly on him, so the fae would be under supervision twenty-four seven, while I could use the bedroom for myself and lock the door so I could rest without him coming in here. I could work on him during the day and come in here and take as many cold showers as I needed to, then lock the door at night and leave him to his own devices.
It did not sound too bad. And it was for only twenty-three nights.Five hundred and fifty-two hours.
I had endured worse. I had endured longer.
“Thank you, I accept,” I finally typed.
The first night of uninterrupted sleep in over a month did wonders for my mood. After my conversation with PDD, if it could even be called that, two sets of workers arrived within the hour.
A pair of them spent the better part of the evening in the bedroom, picking apart the fake ceiling and doing wire work to disconnect the cameras. I lingered around and offered drinks, which they politely refused. I also tried to start a conversation, wanting to discover as much as possible about their jobs and more importantly, their superior, but all four of them were a closed book.
While the works took place, the faerie kept quiet, taking the opportunity to scan its surroundings…his surroundings…rummage the fridge and check everyone and everything. Thanks to our host, and the impromptu visit the workers had to make, Gale ended up with some new clothes as well and finally gave up the blanket he had been nestled in.
When I spotted him next, he wore black jeans and white trainers along with a white shirt that did nothing to cover all his distracting bits. The muscles on his back arched like a feline walking to its trapped prey, making his backside look strong and regal, standing tall and straight, with a perfect and imposing posture. It was a wonder that he could walk at all, let alone stroll around like the entire place belonged to him, after what I’d seen only days before. After what had remained of him after I pulled those chains away from his skin.
He had turned from a subject to an opponent, gaining strength by the minute, which, I had to say, had a terrible effect on his attitude.
He did not speak to the workers, who, compared to me, showed a lot of interest in him, and started asking questions no woman should have to be present to hear. Gale paid them little to no attention, becoming more interested in the gym equipment rather than the people in front of him.
When they finished fitting the door in the late hours of the evening, I took the opportunity to wish everyone a good night, grabbed the key and locked myself in the bedroom.
I was not planning on wasting more of my energy listening to dirty talk or how those stupid men talked about sex and women, all to gain Gale’s appreciation and possibly some praise from a well versed sexual being. I had better things to do. Like shower and sleep.
The first thing I did after waking up was check the ceiling.
“What time is it?”
I waited a few seconds but received no answer, so I decided to try again, just to test my theory.
“Can you please tell me the time?”
Again, nothing. Which meant that along with the deactivation of the cameras, they had also taken out the mics, giving me full privacy and my very own bedroom. I could not complain and even felt a smirk curling my lips. Grabbing the tablet, I checked the time there instead, relieved that I would not have to go to the bathroom every single day to change. I had a full bedroom for that from now on.
A quick shower and new underwear, along with a fresh uniform lifted my mood, which remained good as I walked out the door, locking it and placing my key on a chain around my neck for extra safety.
The repetitive clink of metal on metal made me turn around the room and stare at the faerie. Lifting weights. Shirtless. Its muscled back dripping with sweat, summoning instant throbbing in between my legs, my nipples hardening in greeting. And guess who did not think it necessary to wear a bra.
“Morning…” I grunted and headed to the kitchen. I kept listening for the sound, for the repetition of the pull, which hadn’t even halted to acknowledge my presence.
Whatever buddy, I need coffee before dealing with all of that.
Without throwing him a second glance, I stepped to the cupboard that held the tea, coffee and rest of the drinks, determined to indulge in a sugary treat before starting the day. I would not let some Gale faerie ruin one of the best sleeps I had in a long while.
Only the bastard had already managed to piss me off before I even had a bite of my toast. Because there was no toast, or any bread left for that matter. The same applied to most of the contents of the fridge and the majority of the cans in the cupboard. All empty and drained, their remains thrown around the kitchen floor.
“Excuse me!” I puffed my shoulders in protest, my stance ready for a physical fight should it come to it.
I hurried back to the home gym he had so clearly embraced as his new space, to spot more cans and half-eaten sandwiches laying around the various machines, some weights pressed over empty cans of soda. I stopped three feet away from him, but the faerie was adamant to continue lifting weights. My stomach twisted again at the sight of his arms tensing and the muscles pulling up and down, contracting with every movement.
My eyes spotted the way his wrists held pressure around the handle, his fingers fully wrapped around the metal bar, locked and shooting strength. Of course, my insides jumped to their own conclusion, thinking about what those fingers would be able to do and how expertly they would move in other environments, how the heavy calluses of his fingers would feel against the soft skin of my inner thighs.
Fucking stop! I shook my head to chase away those thoughts.
“Hey, excuse me?” I cleared my throat to draw attention to myself, since he clearly was not planning on stopping.
