Free The Will to Love by Selene Chardou

she took off her sunglasses and she refused to face Will though he continued to shoot daggers her way.
     
    “Mr. Schmidt doesn’t sever connections. If you were one of his girls then he would always want a way to get in…contact with you.”
     
    Will turned toward Laurel before he grabbed her arm and whispered in her ear, “What the hell is going on and how the hell do you know Karl?”
     
    “Laurel, hello. Claus buzzed me and told me you were here. It’s been…a while, wouldn’t you say?”
     
    Her hazel-green eyes met Karl’s voracious gaze before she said, “So, we meet again. I never thought I would see you after the last session. It was hard…really fucking hard without turning into the shell that Faith is now but I beat it…and I don’t plan to go back…ever.”
     
    What the hell was Laurel talking about? She had a lot of explaining to do and all Will wanted was to be in the loop. He felt like there was a huge piece of her life missing and she’d never had any intention of telling him about it.
     
    Karl stared from Laurel to Will and meeting those aquamarine eyes, his crystal blue irises tried not to turn away. “Will, so nice to see you again.”
     
    He nodded. “Karl.”
     
    “I take it Laurel is your girlfriend although you are a hard core homosexual who swore off women a long time ago. Don’t feel too bad. If anyone can turn a gay man straight, it’s this firecracker right here. You should have seen her on DVD. I must have murdered her a dozen times and the punters knew they were fake snuff films because they kept requesting her over and over again. They just loved to see her fuck and be ‘killed.’ It was crazy. I could take Faith’s leaving but this one here…she was a blow. Not only for my customers but for me as well.”
     
    All the sudden, everything made sense and Will continued to focus on Karl as opposed to looking at Laurel. “She worked for you?”
     
    “My parents cut me off,” Laurel interrupted though she stared at Karl and not Will. “I accidentally met Karl after the first night and that…incident I told you about. I explained my situation and we worked out a deal that was beneficial to us both. I did about twenty DVDs so I guess I’m no different than any of the other rich girls turned amateur porn stars—”
     
    “Tell me that those DVDs aren’t just sitting around waiting to be downloaded on some fucking torrent site.” Will couldn’t understand the sudden surge of anger that came over him.
     
    Yes, it was true, he cared a lot about Laurel and maybe he even loved her although he wasn’t in love with her but he sure as hell didn’t want anyone with an internet connection to be able to download his girlfriend in a compromising position.
     
    “Don’t be daft, Will. I don’t make the type of DVDs that people download to the worldwide web…didn’t you know? The NSA is watching us all. Hell, I don’t even talk about transactions via email anymore. It is very difficult to get a hold of me and my website is encrypted as highly as the FBI’s database. These DVDs were specially commissioned by collectors and they guard their treasure trove from family and friends. What makes you think there are copies ?” Karl crossed his arms against his firm chest while looking completely affronted.
     
    Will had made the mistake of making him upset and that wasn’t his intention at all.
     
    “Sorry…I just wouldn’t want anything out there that could embarrass Laurel. She is very important to me. She and I—we’re a couple.”
     
    Karl’s icy blue-green eyes glared at Will. “Of course you are. I remember you and all the cock you sucked and took up the ass. Don’t go acting high and mighty when Laurel and I both know it is you who does not want to be embarrassed by her ,” he explained, his German accent precise though his English was clear and fluent if not a bit formal. “Rest assure, we have more incriminating evidence against you than we do Laurel