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Hobbs was there to greet me when I stepped out of the elevator to my apartment. Clenching my teeth in anxiety, I tried to force my body to not tremble at the sight of him. What was he going to do to me? Who would he make me fuck this time? Would he beat me? He hadn't done so in a long time, but I wouldn't put it past him.

He was scowling, his large arms crossed over his chiseled chest. I didn't pass out on Bliss. I got drugged. That was the story I had to stick with.

My stomach suddenly tied into knots, the contents sloshing around and flipping on my nearly nonexistent gag reflex. The urge was unstoppable; I vomited. The liquid I had drunk the night before spilled onto the sleek black floor. Wiping my mouth, my gaze slowly lifted up to Hobbs. He was no longer scowling. Instead, there was a gentle look of concern on his face.

"I'm sorry," I muttered, nearly vomiting again.

Trevor sidestepped away from the puddle of puke. Ever so gently, he grabbed my upper arm and led me away from the pile of stinking ooze. "I'll get someone to clean that up."

I was terrified to speak. Afraid that if I opened my mouth, I would puke again. My nerves were so frazzled.

He left me in my bedroom and returned with some makeup remover and a washcloth from the bathroom. After pouring some of the remover onto a cotton ball, he gently rubbed at my face. Even the slightest pressure made me wince as he neared the areas where I had been struck. Every time I winced, he did as well. Then Trevor gently washed my face with the cloth, making sure to catch any dribbles of vomit the cotton balls missed.

When he was finished, he pinched my chin between his fingers, forcing me to look at him. "Do you need a doctor?"

I shook my head vehemently, not wanting him to find out about the Bliss in my system. "I'm okay."

"It was kind of Alex to keep an eye on you."

"I had a couple of drinks, but I don't know what happened."

"Perhaps we need to send you out with an escort."

I licked my lips, trying not to show panic on my face. The last thing I wanted was an escort and losing the little bit of freedom I had left. "I don't need that."

"How can we be assured that won't happen again? The escort would be for your protection."

My mind raced, trying to come up with a quick lie to convince Hobbs that I would be fine on my own. "Alex said if anyone buys me drinks, the waiter will bring it right to me to make sure nobody dumps anything in it. And after the hangover I have, there is no way in hell I'm leaving my glass unattended."

Trevor frowned. "I don't like the idea of men buying you drinks to begin with."

"It's not like you give me much of an allowance," I grumbled, picking at the fuzz on my blanket.

"I don't like you drinking as much as you do, either. It will ruin you." He gripped my chin and pressed his lips to mine.

"My lip hurts."

His gaze burrowed into mine as his hand crept down the front of my pants, and I shoved at his arm. "Not now. Please."

Batting my attempts away, he undressed me and gripped my cock. "Just enjoy it," he whispered.

Timidly, I laid on my back and closed my eyes; I tried to envision myself in a far-off place, away from Trevor and Sin City. I hissed at the sensation of Hobbs' hand, but it was Vic's face in my mind. His lips locked around my shaft, bobbing up and down. The thought was startling, but I liked it. I wanted to run my fingers through his long, dark hair and call out his name as I came. My back arched when Trevor added lubricant, making his hand move much better. He picked up his pace, and my toes curled. My mind was still focused on an image of Vic swallowing my dick whole as I got close to the edge. "Ohhhh…" I cried, barely stopping myself from crying out Vic's name. I let loose, my mind freezing for a moment as my load shot out in a thick stream.

Grinning, Hobbs leaned over to lick it up, keeping his mouth open so I could see the mess on his tongue. After a few seconds, he closed his mouth, making a show of swallowing it. "See? I know how to take care of you."

He reached into his pocket and handed me a long black box, silently ordering me to open it with a heated gaze. The latch opened with a click, and my eyes widened in wonder. A pink choker with a falling star charm.

"Those are real diamonds," Hobbs stated with pride. "Gathered from scavengers out in the wastes." He pressed his lips to mine. "You know I love you."

Did he love me? After years of servitude, I was doubting that. Nonetheless, his words made butterflies flutter in my stomach. Oh, how I wished I could believe him. I wanted his love so badly it was killing me. I wanted it to be just me and him. Not him and five hundred others.

"Don't you still love me?"

I didn't reply, not with words anyway. Instead, I gripped his shirt tightly in my hand and forced him to roll over onto his back. Hobbs stared at me with longing in his eyes as I ever so slowly stroked him through his pants until he was hard as stone. I tugged at the waistband, freeing his large cock. With a flirty smile, I squirted some lubricant onto it and straddled Hobbs, using my hand to guide his shaft to my hole.

I winced as I slid down. I should have given Hobbs head instead, but my damned lip still hurt. All the Bliss I had done made me forget how badly my last client tore me up. Still, I couldn't stop. Trevor would be annoyed, and I wanted him to be happy. He was far easier to deal with if he was happy.

"Put it on," he ordered, pulling the collar from the box and handing it to me. As I swung my hips, I clasped the jewelry around my neck.

I needed him to cum quickly, so I picked up the pace. It hurt, but I forced myself to deal with it. The quicker he came, the quicker it was over. It felt like I had a rod rubbing against a fresh, nasty bruise in my ass.

"That's my good boy," Hobbs moaned. I had a love/hate relationship with that phrase. I loved the praise but hated it when he did something against my will.

I pressed a hand onto his chest, steadying myself and trying not to throw up from the pain. He had to be close; I couldn't keep it up for long. With a dirty smile, the look of desire in my eyes could make a man cum quicker than any position they took me in. It was a lesson I learned well from Hobbs, and it would make our fucking quick.

Hobbs rubbed my jaw, and I sucked on his thumb, making him groan with lust. His breath caught, and finally, I felt his manly juices seep from my hole.

After catching my breath, I leaned down and kissed him before sauntering to the bathroom.

"You'll get a few days off to heal up, but we have a film to shoot. I'll give you four days."

Gripping the door frame, I turned to Hobbs and nodded. Four days wasn't a lot, but it was better than nothing. Any discoloration could be covered with makeup, and the swelling would be gone by then. I only prayed my ass would be better.

"You should shower and get some sleep. You look like some dog dug you up out of a burrow."

Turning away, I rolled my eyes with a noncommittal noise. As I turned on the water in the tub, I heard Hobbs leave the apartment. After a bath, I'd take a nap, call Cherry, and then we'd head out to Hell's Gate. Hopefully, I'll find out Vic's work schedule. With all the bullshit going on in my life, I need some good vibes.