Free 01 Summoned-Summoned by Rainy Kaye Page B

me in and lock me there. Her hips undulate, then she lets out a sound that's a moan and a sigh and a something else entirely.
    Her breasts heave a few times. Then she lifts her head to look at me. I have no idea what that look means, but it makes me want to keep her here, right next to me, forever.
    That can't happen. 
    I lie beside to her, panting, and pull her back against my chest. She cuddles into my arms.
    I brush her hair out of the way and kiss the silver-studded ear, then whisper, “Can you sleep now?”
    She gives a small noise of affirmation, barely nodding. In a few minutes, she's comatose. 
    My eyes are heavy and aching, but I'm not ready to sleep yet. I just want to enjoy her being here.
    In the morning, I will have to figure out how to tell her the truth: she can't come back.
    ***
    Breakfast makes me nervous. I resent the fact this is the first time I've eaten with Syd, and yet I have to analyze everything she says to find a way to tell her we're over. Whatever we were, it no longer is. 
    She's going to be pissed. I should be flattered that someone like her wants to hang around, but I knew better than to let her think we might have a future together. We don't. Not even as long-term bang buddies.
    She places a bagel on a paper towel in front of me at the breakfast bar, then turns to the counter to prepare hers. Who knew the rockstar was domesticated?
    She has her back to me. “Do you work today?” 
    I take a bite of my breakfast. “Not that I'm aware of.”
    She brings her bagel around to my side of the bar and claims the next stool, turning sideways to face me. Her pale bare legs intertwine with the legs of the stool. She's wearing just panties and one of the small, tight shirts. Her hair and makeup are a tamed mess. I would do her again in a nanosecond. But she has to go. My brain can't wrap around any other feasible option. I have two major issues. Problem numero uno : Silvia will go postal if she finds out about my escapades. I've kept them hidden so far, but it's really just a matter of time before she crosses paths with my guest. Problem numero dos : Syd is only going to tolerate my jerk off behavior for so long.
    I would tell her the truth, but I can't. Literally. I never would have guessed how much of a problem that would become. This life is always full of unpleasant surprises.
    When I was growing up, I spent a lot of time in the Walker household. Karl treated me as well as his own offspring, but differently. He would routinely ask my father what I weighed and how I was doing in my studies, like he kept track.
    He probably was keeping track. Making sure I was good stock. Decent stock, anyway.
    At the time, I didn't know any different. My father would leave me in the care of the mansion staff, sometimes for a week. Silvia and I have sparred since birth. I had no idea. Otherwise, I might have reconsidered busting a Lego USS Enterprise over her head when we were six. Or gluing the used pages of her journal shut when we were nine. 
    I knew my father had a “secret special job” but I didn't know what any of it entailed until I was ten or eleven. Then my father laid it out. He told me what my future would be like. What I had to do. I thought I understood. Thought I was prepared.
    I was fifteen when that day came. My father took me to the mansion, a place that had once been a second home. That day was different. 
    He led me to the summoning chamber. I hadn't even known such a room existed. I would have been taken in by the exoticness of it, but the argan infused air was tense. My father clutched my wrist, something he hadn't done since I was a small boy.
    We stood facing Karl. Everything was off. Karl sitting in a big chair, like a throne. Looking down at us from a stage, a strange look on his face. I tried to rationalize to myself that the man was still just Silvia's father, but I couldn't quite believe it.
    Standing there, ready to assume my new role, I realized I didn't understand anything at