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“Is Rague your name or a shortened version of it?”
“Raguel.” I can’t stop the snort. And the scowl on his face almost makes me snort again.
“Sorry.” I smother my smile.
“Our foster mother gave us very uncommon names.”
“What are your brothers’?”
“Raphael, Gabriel, Uriel, Sariel, Michael, and Ramiel.”
“Wow, Raguel doesn’t sound so bad next to Uriel.”
He shrugs.
I don’t know what else to say and go back to the soup.
When I’m full, I place the spoon down on the tray and sheepishly thank him. I left some soup in the bowl and some bread as well. Sully would have loved it. He’s such a bread slut.
“Not a hardship.” Rague grabs the tray and lifts it up
“It’s the best thing I’ve eaten in a long time.”
His jaw ticks at my statement. Did I anger him?
Then a thought pops into my head. “What time is it?”
“Eleven thirty on Wednesday.”
“Wednesday?” I repeat incredulously.
“You were out for almost two days. You need to rest more…”
I’m only half-hearing him because shit! My job. I look around frantically and find my phone on the nightstand next to me, recharging. Did Rague do that?
Where is he? The room is suddenly empty. I go back to my phone and frown at it. I quickly scroll down to find four messages from Ned. He sent three yesterday and one today. I open the last one.
“Fuuuuuk!” I pull on my hair while reading it.You’re fired. My gut wrenches, my heart stops, my lungs go on strike.
“What’s wrong?” Rague is now standing next to the bed, but I’m too taken by the dreadful news.
“I lost my job,” I choke out. I feel my eyes burning, and I close them, not wanting him to see me cry.
I can’t postpone my plans once again. I need to get us out of here ASAP. I don’t like how Bill asked about my brother when I met him at Lenny’s gym the other day. I saw how he looked at Sully the few times he came to Dick’s house. He’s a disgusting fucker—heard some puke-inducing story about him and young boys—and I want him fucking far away from Sully. Thank fuck, he’s still away for another ten days. I need to find a solution before he comes back.
“Focus on getting better. I’ll find you something else as soon as you recover.”
“What?” I must have heard him wrong. Did he offer to help me find a job?
Instead of answering, he pins me with a dry look that says, “You heard me.”
“Why are you helping me?” I sound puzzled because I fucking am.
“There has to be a reason?” He cocks his head.
“Yes!” In my world nothing is done for nothing. What does he want from me? I know he’s attracted to me—when I’m healthy. Does he want sex? Because I’d do it even if he didn’t help me. I’d suck his spectacular cock again, assume the ass-in-the-air position whenever he wants. The idea alone makes me tremble with anticipation. Fuck knows how much I want to tame that beast…I mean beauty.
Again, there’s definitely something wrong with me. My fixation on Rague is getting out of hand, but nothing new about that.
