Mac reaches out and tugs me forward by my collar, dark gray eyes boring into me like he can read my thoughts.
“No, because you know I won’t hesitate to find you and kill you.”
A shiver runs through me at his words, and I think back to what he said on the plane. In the moment, I found his words about not leaving him unless I’m dead a little romantic. Now I see he meant them literally.
Yet…I don’t think it’s true anymore. I hope it’s not true.
A knock at the door interrupts Mac’s intense stare and my internal thoughts. He lets me go to check who it is, returning with a large bag from a men’s clothing store I recognize.
“What’s that for?”
“It’s clothes.”
“Yes, I know.” I resist rolling my eyes. “But why? Didn’t I pack you enough?”
“You did. This is for you.”
“Oh.” Blinking at him, I take the bag. “Thank you, Sir.”
“Of course. White pants are a bit conspicuous. I think I got your sizes correct.”
“Right,” I nod, turning to change in one of the two bedrooms.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Gesturing to the room opposite, the one the bellhop didn’t leave Mac’s bag in, I frown. “To get dressed.”
“The second room is only for appearances.” Mac crosses his arms. “You will change in front of me. Don’t get shy on me now.”
Only hesitating a couple seconds, I move to follow his instructions. Dropping my bottoms to the floor, I kick them aside. There are briefs, as well, so I lose mine, which have gone sweaty from walking around the airport and still have some of my cum on them from the plane.
My shirt is next, and it joins the growing pile on the floor. Mac’s face doesn't change expression at my nudity, but he does rake his eyesover my body. If I thought he’d be into fooling around, I might give myself a stroke, but I know he wants to get a move on.
The clothes from the bag are designer briefs, with dark, linen trousers. The black shirt is short-sleeved and more breathable than the one I arrived in. He thought about my comfort as well as my visibility. There’s also a light jacket, though I don’t need it yet. I slip on the clean socks as well before my shoes go back on and I’m done, waiting for his approval.
“Good. Now, fold your clothes and bring them here,” Mac throws over his shoulder as he turns away, walking into the bedroom to rifle through his bag.
After gathering my things, I follow him and fold them on the bed as Mac strips without pausing to let me look my fill of his sexy body. He changes into a similar outfit to mine, though with long sleeves. It was humid but comfortable out when we arrived, though we might need a jacket later.
Mac straightens and grabs my small pile, stuffing it into his bag. “Are you hungry? Need to use the bathroom”
“Uh, no,” I shake my head. I went before we got off the plane, and we ate a snack on the second leg of our trip.
“Alright. Grab a water bottle from the mini-bar,” he instructs, leaving me alone again to follow him.
This is a Mac I haven’t seen since the night we met. He’s focused, goal oriented and straightforward. I don’t dislike this side of him, but I have to adjust my behavior to match. Still, he asked about what I needed.
My Mac, the one who calls me pet and takes care of me every need is still there. I don’t know if I’ll survive this phase of my life, but I hope I do. I want to see what he does next.
Chapter sixteen
Mac
TellinghotelreceptionthatE is my assistant reminds me of Di and how invaluable she is to me. My pet has his own place in my life now, but Di is more than my assistant. She was my roommate, and is still my partner in crime. I helped her recover after her ordeal, and it was my duty to keep her safe. I failed her and I would do anything to right my mistake.
Still, it makes for a good cover. It’s not like I’d actually let him sleep in his own bed. No, after the plane and seeing how well he’s doing with a bit of freedom, I want to keep him close.
Plus, it would be easier to get away if he’s sleeping away from me. He can stay in my bed from now on. It’s the logical choice.