Date: Mon, 12 Sep 2016 05:13:35 -0500
From: Kody Boye <boyekody@gmail.com>
Subject: His Touch of Ice - 9

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I meandered about my apartment at nearly three o'clock in the morning
trying to figure out what would be the smartest and less stupid thing to
do. I weighed up the Past Due notice on my kitchen counter on one side
against my meager amount of pride and self-worth on the other. I collapsed
on the living room floor and stared at the ceiling with the jagged crack
that occasionally dripped water come time for rainier months.

There in my head rang the great question: To do or not to do?

Realistically, there wasn't much I could lose if I caved to Guy's offer. My
dignity had already taken a turn for the worst, and I wasn't exactly
opposed to living with one of the hottest men on the face of the planet. Of
course, the whole thing could backfire—he could demand sex constantly or
force me to do things I didn't want to, but if so, it wasn't as if I
couldn't leave. A sex slave was by choice. Anything else and it became a
hostage situation.

I closed my eyes and allowed my turmoil to engulf me.

The college, the tuition, the backstabbing bastard who'd taken nearly half
a year's work and passed entire passages off as his own without so much as
batting an eye—all reigned supreme over my life, a black hole engulfing
entire galaxies in space.

Only one person seemed to make all that despair go away.

Guy.

The next time I opened my eyes, it was nearly six in the morning.

I blinked, clearing the haze from my eyes.

I hadn't realized I'd fallen asleep.

Lying forward, I stretched my arms down toward my toes and stopped when I
noticed the envelope lying on the carpet.

Past Due.

I blinked.

Was this supposed to be some sort of sign?

I didn't believe much in miracles, and I definitely didn't have any sway
toward the supernatural, but after placing it on the counter in such a way
that I was sure it wouldn't fall off, this couldn't be anything else but
fate.

Standing, I picked both the envelope and myself up before heading toward my
bedroom.

I'd made a decision.

Later today, I'd call Guy's cell and ask if he was still willing to take me
in.



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