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He hadn’t mentioned wanting money from me, or knowing I’m dating a rich guy. I’d told him I recently started seeing someone and I thought it might be serious, but I didn’t tell him I’m gay because I was terrified he might… What? I don’t know what I was terrified of, but I didn’t tell him I have a boyfriend. He assumed it was a girl, and I didn’t correct him.

I talked to Matty about it, who I guess told Razor, who told Bubbles, who came to me the next day to check in with me. Or hell, maybe Matty told Lexi, who told Bubbles. I adore Matty, but the boy can’t keep a secret to save his life.

No, that isn’t entirely true. He keeps the secrets Razor tells him to keep, but that’s to save his ass.

I didn’t want to admit to Bubbles that I hadn’t told Will yet, but he point-blank asked me what Will thought about it, and before I said a word, he said, “Wait, you haven’t told him?”

I shook my head. “He has too much going on with the end of his tour. It’s less than two weeks and then I can tell him in person.”

“I think it’s a mistake, not telling him, but as long as you seem to be on an even keel, I’ll let this be your decision. If I think you need his input, though, I’ll pick up the phone and call him in a heartbeat.”

Chapter 29

Davy

I thought that was the end of it. It should’ve been the end of it, but I guess the news made it to Hailey, who told Ghost, who assumed Will knew about it, so he didn’t know the firestorm he’d start by asking Will how I was dealing with having my grandfather in my life.

But I had no idea about any of that when my phone rang with a video call request from Will.

“Master!” I said when I answered, thrilled he had some time to talk.

“You’re home? Alone?”

“Yes, Sir.” I panned the camera so he could see I was in the workout room. “You caught me while I was doing my crunches, Master.”

“Why is it that I had to hear from fucking Ghost that your grandfather wrote you, and Bubbles was the one who had to give you emotional support?”

Will spoke slowly and deliberately, enunciating every word with more control than I’d ever heard, and I instinctively understood he was so pissed he’d had to lock everything down to call me.

“I didn’t want to bother you with it until you’re home from the tour, Master.”

“Bother me?” his voice went higher. “Botherme!?”

“Maybe that was the wrong word, Master. You have so much going on, and this can wait a few weeks before we talk about it.”

“Do you not want to be my slave anymore?”

My heart stuttered in my chest and I thought I might be sick. “Yes, Master! I’m yours!”

He was quiet a few seconds, and finally asked, “How would you feel if I had something earthshattering happen, and one of my ex-boyfriends was there for me, and then I went nearly a week without telling you about it?”

“It wasn’t like that, Master!” Only, hearing him say it, I realized it was exactly like that. “I’m sorry, Master. I just thought it was my problem, and that we could talk about it once you got home. I talked to him the other night and he seems really nice, but I told him I needed a few weeks before we talk again. I told him it was because I have a lot to process, and that’s true, but mostly it was because I wanted to get your input on our conversation.”

He blew out a breath. “This is a serious breach of trust, Davy. You agreed in the contract that you’d bring anything that impacts you emotionally to my attention immediately. This should’ve been a phone call right away, as soon as you opened the letter and read it, or before you opened the letter, so I could be with you over video while you read it. Even if it woke me up. It’s the reason you aren’t on do-not-disturb while I’m sleeping, so I can be there for you for exactly this kind of thing.”

“I can only apologize again, Master. I thought it was better to wait.”

“I have to go, but we’ll talk about this later.”

He hung up without telling me he loved me, and I wanted to just sit and cry.

I should’ve known word would get back to him. Bikers talk to each otherwaymore than most men. Matty talks about it all the time, how there are no secrets in the clubhouse.

I hadn’t meant to keep it a secret, I’d just assumed no one would be talking about the letter I got like it was news.

Fuck.

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