Chapter Ninety: Lab Results

“I’m sorry.”

Again, my words were nothing more than a whisper, and in this loud environment, I doubt he can hear them.

Still, his eyes lifted to me as if he had heard.

“No...no, d-don’t be. It's not my cock you want.”

He says with a laugh.

Ah…so he had heard.

“Get up, Danny. Let's head home.”

I say loud enough for everyone at the bar to hear; if he says anything else embarrassing, I might be tempted to drink with him.

**

"His cock, huh..."

For some reason, Daniel, who slurred everything else, doesn’t slur those words as Marc, my driver, carries him into the house and lays him to rest in the guest bedroom.

"Liv... Livy."

Daniel calls, holding onto my hand as I tuck him in.

"I-"

"Shh...let's talk tomorrow."

I say as Marc bows and leaves. It's around midnight, so it's best if we stop disturbing the rest of the sleeping house.

"Tomorrow.”

He repeats as though he knows nothing about what those words mean, but his eyes close either way, so I sigh.

"Liv?"

Elizabeth calls me