Chapter Eighteen
Cassius
The next few weeks fly by in much of the same fashion.
Deal with the witch at home, since she’s been lingering.
Bring Chrissy to school.
Take a nap.
Go to work.
Go home and sleep.
I check in with Cammy as often as I can, but I hardly see her anymore.
We’ve decided that an apartment is the way to go, and so I’ve been saving as much money as I can, so we can pay months in advance. This way, if we find a place we like, they’ll likely give it to us since we have so much to put down. Shitty, but that’s how things are.
We won’t be picky about where we go, but if we can find a three bedroom in a decent side of town? That would be perfect.
It’s Saturday morning, and I’m lying in bed after not sleeping great—again. I have to get up soon to get ready to head over toHarmon’s. It’s still dark outside, and it’s always difficult to get out of bed when the sun isn’t up. I also had a nightmare that I can’t remember but left me feeling off. The one good thing going lately is that spring is coming, so the mornings and nights aren’t as brisk as they were.
With nothing left to do, I get up and leave early so I can grab breakfast on the way. I go through my normal routine of changing when I get there. Today is a no-uniform day, which happens on Saturday mornings more than any other day. I smile to myself as I go over the schedule. Memorize it. Then leave the room to serve my Master.
I stop short when I enter the dining room. A new piece of furniture has been added—one that doesn’t quite fit in a dining room.
“A massage table?” I mutter to myself, but don’t dwell on it too long.
Maybe he wants a massage before breakfast? Or maybe during? Seems weird, but whatever he wants. Or maybe it wasn’t put away, after… well, whatever he does on Friday nights, which suddenly has my stomach sour. I never gave much thought to what he does on days I’m not here. But now that images are flying through my head, I’m wondering too much. And I don’t like what I’m coming up with.
What if he’s with someone else on Fridays? What if he’s praising someone else? Petting someone else? Letting someone else rest their head on his lap? What if—ah, fuck!
I let out a pained growl after hitting my hip on the island. I need to pay attention and stop worrying about what my boss is doing on my days off.
He’s your boss, Cass. Just your boss.
I get his breakfast ready, my head foggy, and when I bring it out, he’s sitting at the table, smiling at me.
“Good morning, Cassius.”
“Morning, Master.”
I move to put the food down, but he holds out his hand. “Do me a favor and put that back in the warmer.”
“You don’t want to eat it?” I question.
“I have a surprise for you.” I turn to move, but he puts his hand on my arm. “And next time, do as I say without talking back.” His tone is firm but not cruel. I like it way too much.
I do as he says, putting all the food back where it was. Warm stuff in the warmer; cold stuff in the fridge.
When I return to the dining room, he’s standing by that massage table.
And I’m confused.
“You’ve been doing such a good job for me, I thought I would reward you.”
“You pay me a lot of money for this,” I say. “That’s reward enough.”