All Chapters of Save Me, Mister: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

*JAMIN* Mister’s eyes darkened. He got between my legs, hooked one of my legs behind the knee and lifted it, settling my ankle firmly over his shoulder. The stretch pulled at already tender muscles and left me open in a way that made my stomach flutter with nerves and want. For a moment, he only looked at me like that… flushed, exposed, waiting… then turned his head and pressed a slow kiss to the arch of my foot. The gentleness sent a shiver up my leg. Another kiss followed, softer, just above my ankle bone, before he guided himself to my entrance and pushed in with one long, unbroken thrust. “Mmph…” The sudden stretch forced a broken cry out of me. He was thick and unyielding, filling me in a single stroke until his hips met the back of my thighs. There was no pause, no careful wait for me to adjust. He drew back almost all the way and snapped forward again, setting a hard, relentless rhythm that knocked the breath from my lungs.

*JAMIN* Christmas settled over the city in a soft, cold way. The air smelled faintly of pine from the market stalls and something sweet from the bakeries. Lights hung along the streets in warm yellow strings, and even the wind felt quieter than usual. People walked faster, arms full of bags, faces pink from the chill. I didn’t want this Christmas to pass like the others. Most years, it had been just another day. This year already felt different, but I still wanted to do one thing I had always imagined doing, something I had seen other people do.I wanted a Christmas tree. When I told Mister, he looked at me for a second like the idea was strange. Then he said he had never set one up either. Not even as a child. That surprised me. My reason had always been money. His was different. He said those kinds of things were for Julius and his mother. The rest of them only watched from the side. I had learned a little more about him then. He lived with his mo

*JAMIN* I grinned. “You think so?” “Of course. Wait… so neither of you has said the words yet?” I rubbed the back of my neck. “It kind of started as a purely sexual… thing with rules. And he’s a lot older than me. I don’t want to ruin what we have. If he doesn’t feel the same, I could settle for just being… a…” I couldn’t finish the sentence. “How can you still think he doesn’t feel the same?” Chloe asked. I shrugged. “He hasn’t said anything like that.” “Is he good with words?” Layla asked. “Not really. But he does say things that make me blush sometimes.” I was smiling again without meaning to. “We can see that,” Chloe said, smiling too. “If you ask me, I think he loves you,” Layla announced. My heart lifted hard. “Really?” “Jamin, I’ve been in purely sexual relationships before. Trust me, matching PJs is not something you do in those. Being clingy like that? Never. From everything you described, someone who doesn’t love you

*JAMIN*I was handling this well.I think. For so long, I had dreaded the idea of being separated from Mister. I used to believe I wouldn’t survive it… that the moment he let me go, something inside me would simply stop. But here I was. Still walking. Still breathing. Still moving through the hours.Aside from not being able to sleep.Aside from not being able to eat.Aside from the way my mind kept drifting off in the middle of ordinary things.I was fine. This wasn’t the first time I had been abandoned anyway. Maybe I was already trained for it. Maybe that was why I could cope with this new version of my life. By the next morning, I was sitting on the edge of the hotel bed with my phone, scrolling through listings for apartments I might be able to afford.**************** “Hello… HELLO!” Someone tapped my shoulder hard. I looked up and found the bus driver’s face close to mine, irritated and tired. “Won’t you get down? We’re at the last stop.”

*JAMIN* I was really running out of money. Most of it had gone to alcohol. I knew I shouldn’t keep wasting myself like this. I should go back to school. I should start looking for part-time jobs again. I should do something useful with the hours that kept slipping past me. But I couldn’t move. I lay on the floor, already half-drunk, and the memories still found me. They came in pieces… his voice, his words, moments that used to feel warm and now only hurt. *I could take you anywhere you want to go.* *So you’re the punk who wants to take my boyfriend sightseeing?* *I have never brought any of them on a business trip. Or any trip at all. We only met at Morzi Hotel.* *Go stand over there. I’ll take you perfect pictures.* *We could do this again.* *Horrible pronunciation, but I’ll take it.* *Jamin, you have to know I won’t let anything happen to you.* *Are you okay?* *In fact, I do feel like a lion. And I’m going to e