Page 24 of Taken Online

Who was this guy? A teacher? A pervert? Where did he meet him?

I needed to know. I had to know who was touching what was mine.

“Hello?” Asher’s voice broke through the fog. “Are we done with the blindfold?”

I turned. He’d taken it off. His expression changed when he noticed the drink in my hand.

I didn’t hide my anger. It was pouring off me in waves. I had to get a grip.

But I didn’t want to. Not when I’d just found out my future boyfriend was probably getting face-fucked by someone else right after video chatting with me.

I felt... defeated.

I was better than this. More logical. Emotionally stable. Smarter.

I’m a licensed clinical psychologist, for fuck’s sake.

This wasn’t complicated. This was jealousy. Envy. Plain and simple.

I forced myself to breathe.

“Do you… need a minute?” Asher asked, gesturing to my drink.

I would find out who his boyfriend was. And then deal with it.

I set the glass down and returned the bottle to the cabinet.

“Yeah. Sorry about that. Relationship troubles,” I offered with a fake smile.

He huffed and tugged off the blindfold.

But I grabbed it and slid it back over his eyes.

“I thought—”

“Silence is appreciated.”

He scoffed.

I sat back down and wrote the most important thing in my notes:

Asher’s boyfriend.

I could reconnect the camera feed, but to do that I’d need to physically retrieve and reset the hardware. He was always home. Could I get in and out without being caught?

I’d figure it out.

“Tell me about your boyfriend, Asher. Understanding my clients’ relationships helps me assess how their environment impacts their emotional behavior.”

He nodded, biting his lip.

“He’s pretty… serious. And I don’t know, yesterday just felt weird. More than normal. Weirder than I’ve ever felt with a guy.”

He was being honest. Open. And I hated that this mystery man brought that out in him.

That was supposed to be me.

Calm down, Blake.

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