The chair scrapes against the floor, and I turn my head just in time to see him pour my cum all over his pancakes.
Chapter Nineteen
Harmon
To keep things professional and controlled, we meet in my office for check-ins on Saturdays, an hour before he is scheduled to leave. It’s the end of our week, between days off, and it’s the perfect time to reflect. For him to tell me anything he didn’t like and for me to tell him what he did exceptionally well and what to prepare for next week.
Today is no different.
“You’ve been doing so well, Cassius. I am impressed with the way you’re moving along. You take direction well.”
“I want to do it right.”
“You are,” I say with a smile. “Right and perfect. Though, that mouth of yours…”
He smirks. “I know I need to work on that. I’m trying.”
“I know you are. I can see it. You’ll get there one day.” I lean forward and lower my voice. “It’s the brat in you.”
Huffing a laugh, he shakes his head. “I’ve only ever heard that in a negative way.”
I can’t help but frown. “I’m sorry for that.”
He shrugs. “It’s fine. Nothing I’m not used to.”
“Is there anything you’d like to bring up that bothered you this week?”
“No, nothing.”
“You answered quickly.”
“I prepared.”
“Hm, you have.”
“There is something I’d like to ask you, though.” He doesn’t look at me when he says it. Avoiding eye contact tells me he’s nervous. What is there to be nervous about?
“Anything. This is a safe space.”
“Yeah, I can see that.” He clears his throat. “So, I know we signed a contract for six months, but, uh, how long does this sort of thing last for?”
“Are you trying to leave already?”
I make a joke of it, but I don’t like the way this feels. My chest is tight and it’s hard to breathe.
“What? No. The opposite, actually.”
“You want to stay longer?”
“I’m…” He sighs. “I’m trying to prepare for the future. I know you don’t want much of my personal life, so I won’t give that to you, but me and my sisters really need to get out of our living situation. We want to get an apartment together. They aren’t cheap. Six months is a long time to have a steady income, but it’s not forever. I need to know what comes after that so I can be ready. I need a plan.”
The emotion I see on his face. The vulnerability. The fear. The pain. I hate it. It’s awful that people live like this.
“I’m sorry to hear you’re struggling, Cassius. If there is any way I can help…”
“Could you, uh, answer the question? How long does this usually last for?”
I lean back in my chair, tapping my fingers along the arm.