Page 59 of Ondine: Vol. 2

Arnold is here. He’s been bonded to Jake. My head cannot catch up to the details. He takes me to the spare room and shuts us in. He shuts the curtains over the window and turns on a lamp by the bed, then joins me. I touch him all over.

“Arnie. Arnie. Arnie.” I mutter.

We are both all smiles.

“Want to shower, honey? I’ll take good care of you.”

I cannot separate this man in front of me from my Room Manager. His professional voice is nearly identical. Even when he fucked me it was the same. It’s every girl’s dream, honestly.

I nod and he helps me gather my things and go across the hall to the bathroom. He joins me in the shower and washes every inch of me like it’s his job.

I’ve never been happier.

But I suddenly become aware of the other person I’m connected to. From his hands to my heart. He’s fuzzy, but I’ve felt him all night. I hope he’s ok. I hope this is ok, that we are connected but separate. I’m not sure I can handle much more of it.

“Where’d you go?” Arnie asks as he rinses me off with the sprayer. He’s taking time to get all the suds off of my skin.

“I miss Freddie.”

Arnie stands and moves my body so I’m facing him. “Should I get him on the phone for you?”

I nod.

Arnie spends time drying and applying lotion to my skin. I let myself moan in pleasure at his hands over me. My sounds encourage him and by the time he’s got some clothes on me I’m wholy turned on.

He’s put me in Sebastian’s clothes. My chest purrs as I bury my face in his oversized soft white shirt. The shorts have a drawstring so that keeps them on. I’m practically rolling in his clothes on the bed, smelling his sweet orange scent the entire time Arnie is gone retrieving my phone from Jake’s room.

“I thought you’d like that. All of you seem to love his scent,” he says when he returns.

I smile at him from his twisted clothes.

“It’s addictive. It makes sense why he seems to have a fan club wherever he goes.”

I take my phone from him and sit up.

There aren’t that many messages. My friend Ashley, the hair stylist, texted me about a follow up appointment. Tons of robo-calls and texts from businesses about promos. My email is better. Mostly work emails asking to pick up gigs or talk about next semester classes they want me to play for at the dance department.

“Here are the pack’s numbers. Do you want me to put them all in?” Arnie shows me his phone with everyone’s contacts. I nod and hand it over.

He finishes up and hands it back.

Arnie lays on the bed, propped up on the headboard, and directs me between his legs.

“Are you upset with me? For joining the Meier Pack?”

I settle into his chest.

“I am not upset. But should I be? Did they force your bite?”

“Not really. I could have resisted. They didn’t leave me with many choices, but if I thought you wouldn’t want me too, I could figure a way out of it.”

“Freddie left me with them. He trusts them. And during my bond sickness I wanted them with me. It’s weird, I feel so different around them. Coming here was accepting their offer to court me. And now that I have you, it feels so right.”

I take that as a sign to call Freddie.

I put the phone on speaker.

“Hello, you’ve reached Freddie Wong. If I don’t answer it’s because there’s no cell service at the monastery. Please call XXX-XXX-XXXX to get the landline. Keep in mind there’s only an operator at regular business hours. Please leave a message and I’ll get back to you when I can.”