Under the Billionaire's Shelter - Jamie Knight Page 0,40
me. I kicked myself for not paying more attention when Mercy tried to tell me about Kegels.
We started to cum in the same moment. Every muscle and nerve in my body was reacting in unison to the electrical storm in my head as Tobias pulled out and came on my back. He cleaned me up with wet wipes from the box by the bed.
Getting me under the heavy duvet, Tobias joined me in the bed and kissed me on the cheek before we both snuggled in for a long winter’s nap.
Chapter Nine - Tobias
I should have been worried. There were definite social repercussions for that sort of thing. The show could end, and I could lose a lot of money if they found out. It could happen. All I could think about was the Spartans. The mighty bad asses with the all-time record for force. When threatened with the full might if the Persian empire, Emperor Xerxes listed in great detail what would happen to Sparta if the Persians won, sent back a one-word reply: “If.”
I looked at Addie sleeping beside me and I knew I had made the right choice. Hang the potential consequences. I had meant what I said the night before about the execs not needing to know. I certainly wasn’t going to tell them. If it should somehow happen to get out that Addie was staying with me, though I couldn’t see how, all I would really need to do was tell the truth. The hotel shut down for the lockdown and I was helping her out.
As it stood, there was no real reason for anyone to think that there was anything but a professional relationship between us. The show was meant to help her find love, after all. The contradiction was simply too much for most mortal minds to contemplate. I was pretty sure that Clementine suspected, but even if she knew for sure, Clem still wouldn’t say anything, even under torture.
The sound was soft and distant. Like the sound of a pick at the end of a mine. Getting the phone, I tapped to read the message. Hoping for the best but preparing for the worse. As was my nature.
Ratings low b/c of lockdown changes. Meeting @ 9:00 to address issue.
Suits coming.
Mari.
‘Suits’ was our private nickname for the board of directors. Mostly because they were pretty much interchangeable. They even wore the same brand of glasses, including the younger members with 20/20 vision, and went to the same barber. But Easton had a slightly better haircut. Something to do with the shape of his head and having a natural part in his hair.
“I have to go,” I said, moving out of the bed.
“Am I coming?”
“No need. It is just an online meeting thing. Studio stuff. Get up whenever you want. There’s lots in the kitchen,” I said, pulling on fresh boxers.
“Cereal?”
“31 flavours,” I said, kissing her on the cheek.
Slipping into a fresh suit and shirt set from the free-standing, Lewis-esque wardrobe, I made the commute to my office, way down on the first floor.
I was met with a “pending” notice upon logging into my company account. Stealing a glance at my Rickenbacker leaning up against the wall, I thought better of it. The last thing I needed was for the suits to see me hammering out some Motörhead before a meeting. Not the most professional look possible. That was something they cared about a lot more than I did.
It was like magic. The notice screen disappearing to reveal an eight-way split screen, including myself in the bottom right corner. It was kind of odd being able to see myself, being of the generation in which for a very long time, it was a big deal to get on a screen. The novelty part of that pushed the boom in the home video market for the first few years. Of course, back then they were the size of a bazooka and cost as much as a good used car.
“I have been running the numbers,” Maria started, phone in hand, “and things aren’t looking good. We have been struggling to adapt to the new reality. The digital dates have been working in theory, but the results aren’t exactly riveting. It is all we have to go on. Live dates are no longer tenable. On the upside, the digital dates are a lot quicker and cheaper to shoot, so we are both ahead of schedule and under budget.”