All Chapters of Save Me, Mister: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

*LEONARDO* I can’t remember ever staying overnight with a pet. And I had no idea how I woke up, pressed against him, like I wanted to always feel his skin on mine. As I washed him last night, thinking of going another week without seeing him left a heavy feeling in my chest.Fuck! I was always counting the days to seeing him again. I shouldn’t be this addicted to his body.Just what was in his body?What was it about him that made me crave to see him all the time?!It was annoying and at the same time, exciting. I stared at the lovely, warm body sleeping on his side, facing away. I lifted the covers in order to see the excuse I had given for spending the night with him. He had kept the plug in all night as ordered. I guess now, I just have to fuck this all-consuming lust out of my body, and just maybe, this time I can finally get a week of normalcy. Pulling the plug out and tossing it aside, I replaced it with my hard cock in one smooth thrust. Ja

*LEONARDO* After personally supervising one of my constructions going on downtown, one of my men held the door opened as I got into the car. He shut the door, the others outside bowing. I looked away. Gary stretched the IPad to me. “The files you requested has been sent, sir.”Taking it from him, I went through them but I was finding it hard to concentrate.I wasn’t sure if I needed to smoke or I needed coffee at the moment. I decided to go with coffee. I had severalother documents to go through at the company later. “I need Coffee, Gary.” “Oh, one of my favorite cafes is nearby, should we go over there, sir?” “Sure.”********* I never expected to see him behind the counter the moment I walked in. And it just reminded me of why I was having problems concentrating at work. I usually have to force out thoughts about him out of my head, burying myself with as much work as possible. Thinking about him all the t

*JAMIN* I could look for a quiet corner under a bridge to spend the night.Tomorrow, I’d figure something out.And then what? There was no way I could work with a broken ankle. What was going to happen to all the jobs I had tomorrow and next?I already booked the money I’d be paid to handle some expenses. I bit my lower lip hard in frustration. My phone suddenly beeped. Taking a look, I saw that it was a text from the Mister.Mister: [I thought I had sent you a message yesterday but it seemed to have skipped my mind. I’m already at Morzi. Come over right now. I’ll pay you extra.]What was the point?What was the point in everything I had done so far? I kept hoping, wishing I’d have a better life but it seemed I wasn’t meant to be happy in this life. For the first time since the loan sharks showed up; I decided to stop lying to myself.There was no way I could pay back this debt. I was never going to be free from them. Even selling myself didn’t help. I realize

*JAMIN* I staggered as I got on the high deck on the bridge, my vision was starting to get blurry. "What are you doing?”Hearing that eerily calm and deep voice was one thing but also confirming it was indeed whom it belonged to made me frown. The mister.I looked away in confusion.Do people hallucinate in moments like this?If they do, why was the mister the only person my brain can think of? I mean, if my subconscious wanted to encourage me to stay alive, this should be the last person I should see.So not convincing. “So this was what you meant by not seeing me anymore? You were going to end your life?” His voice came again. I turned and he was still standing there, clad in a grey suit that looked as though it had been tailored not just to his frame, but to his presence. His face just as perfectly sculptured but his hair was…disheveled?Was I still hallucinating? "Will you stop staring as if you’ve seen a ghost? Get down from there.” He

*LEONARDO* By the time I got back to the house, Vance was done treating him. He had some of his medical equipments brought here.Jamin was still unconscious and on an IV. “The cuts on his chest and belly aren’t deep, so no major organ were affected. But his left ankle was really fractured. I’ve treated and wrapped it up, nicely but for now, Leon, please allow the boy heal up. For a week…no…two weeks. Look at him, he’s got bandages even on his face, back, almost everywhere. Don’t make him move too much. At all. And don’t allow the bandage open up. Especially his ankle, the ligaments are barely holding on…” “Vance, my ears are bleeding.” I cut in.He sighed, heavily. “It’s just…the boy’s badly hurt this time. And I know you might not listen to me because if you ever did, this wouldn’t…” “Fucking Christ! It wasn’t me!” “I’ll come for a follow up tomorrow. He should be awake by then. If he isn’t, then you’d need to bring him to the hospital for