Making It Personal by Wells, C. (best non fiction books of all time txt) 📗

you imagine I haven’t lain awake all this last week, thinking about how my life is going to be with that bitch?” He gave Will a bitter smile. “I can’t even console myself by thinking she’s doing this because she really wants to be with me. She’s in this strictly for the money.”

Will huffed. “I whored myself out to survive. What’s her excuse?”

“Never, ever refer to yourself as a whore again in front of me, do you hear?” Blake spoke with quiet vehemence. Will became still. Blake softened. “I mean it.” Several seconds passed and then Will nodded.

“So where do we go from here?” he wanted to know.

“I’m going to find you a new job, for starters.” Blake locked eyes with him. “You’re damn good at what you do, and I’m going to make it my business to find a company that will appreciate you, and help you to further your career. Which leads me on to my next point.” He reached into his pocket and withdrew the metallic black USB flash drive. He held it up. “Let me publish this.”

Will gaped. “You’re serious.”

Blake chuckled. “Did you think I was kidding? Hell, no. I want your permission to pass it on to Beth to be edited. You can talk to Peter about any ideas you have for the cover. But I wanted to know—do you want to publish it under your real name or a pseudonym?”

Will smiled. “My real name. No question.”

Blake gazed at him with concern. “I only wondered if you might be worried how your parents will react when they—”

“My parents gave up their right to have any say in my life when they threw me out of theirs ten years ago.” Will’s lips narrowed. “I don’t give a fuck if it makes them feel uncomfortable. Let the world see what they did to a fifteen year old kid.” His lip quavered.

Blake clasped Will’s hand tightly. “This is me you’re talking to. They’re still your parents. You can’t forget the first fifteen years of your life just like that.” He stroked Will’s fingers, gazing down at their joined hands. “Have they ever tried to find you?”

“If they did, they certainly didn’t try very hard. As far as I know, we still live in the same city.” Blake watched Will’s jaw tighten as he straightened. “Anyway, enough of them. About me leaving here. How much notice do I need to give?”

“Don’t worry about that. You’ll stay here until the right job turns up. That bitch can just put up with it.” Blake scowled. “She’s getting what she wants—she can afford to be a little magnanimous.”

“Do I get my say now?” Will asked, smirking.

Blake laughed. “By all means.”

“Thank you.” He gazed earnestly at Blake. “Okay, I agree. You can publish it.” Blake’s heart soared. Will snorted. “As if I could stop you anyway.” Will paused. “I’ve loved every minute working here, with you. I’ve made some good friends, too—well, with the exception of Karen.” His face fell slightly.

“Oh, I meant to ask. How has she been with you since your… outburst?”

Will’s expression grew gloomy. “I never thought I’d say this, but I actually preferred her when she was flirting outrageously with me. Nowadays, every time she sees me, she’s looking daggers at me. And I can’t get a civil word out of her.”

Blake whistled. “Be careful there. You know what they say, ‘a woman scorned…’”

Will shook his head. “Tell me about it. It’s making life very uncomfortable around here. My only consolation is that it seems it won’t be for much longer.” He swallowed.

Blake felt a pang of guilt. “If there were any other way…”

Will clasped his hand over Blake’s. “It’s okay, I can cope. Big boy here.”

Blake winked. “Very big boy.”

Will burst out laughing. “Oh, I’m going to miss you.” He paused, a blush rising in his cheeks. Blake wondered what was coming. “And in case I never get the chance to tell you… you’re phenomenal in bed, Mr. Davis. You rocked my world. Literally.”

Blake grinned. “You’ll certainly be leaving me with some very vivid memories, that’s for sure.”

Will’s eyes suddenly lit up. “Can we make one last memory together? For old times’ sake?”

Blake’s eyebrows shot upward. “Why, whatever can you have in mind, Mr. Parkinson?”

Will’s cheeks were flushed. “How would you like to experience one of your fantasies?” Blake’s expression grew puzzled. “I’ve been invited to a… a sex party. I wondered if you’d like to attend with me.”

Blake caught his breath. “A sex party? I’ve never been to one. Have you?”

Will nodded. “Once. It was very… educational.”

Blake waggled his eyebrows. “I can imagine.” He considered the prospect. “Tell me about it. How many people would be there?”

“Three to four couples, max. Or maybe two couples and some singles.”

“Do you know them, the people who are hosting the party? And would it be a mixed gathering?”

Will snorted. “Oh hell, no. Strictly gay. And the hosts are a couple of friends, Stephen and Darren. It would be in their home. We’re invited by another couple of friends, Ben and Oli.”

Blake gazed at him with interest. “We’re invited? Interesting choice of words. These friends of yours know about me?”

Will’s cheeks grew even more heated. “I, er, may have mentioned you.”

“Hmmm.” Blake was definitely intrigued. “Okay, tell me more. What normally goes on at these shindigs?”

“Actually, if we are going to go, I’d have to discuss that with you first.” Blake tilted his head. “You have to know what to expect, and more importantly, what would be expected of you.”

“Oh, now you have my complete attention.” Blake leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees.

“Stephen has built himself a playroom. Some might call it a dungeon.”

Blake’s cock suddenly decided to take an interest in the conversation. “Oh, really?” He shifted uncomfortably. Will’s eyes had a far too knowing expression in them. “Keep talking.”

“Well, the only important thing to bear in mind is why you’re there. You’re going to be having sex with a few people.” Will was regarding him carefully. “So you