Chapter 32
32
DONNIE
After the threats of dismemberment and subsequent crash course in all things kitten play that I received immediately following Shiloh becoming my roommate, Eric and Matt decided to take me their regular BDSM club, ironically named The Devil’s Club. While I was getting the newbie tour from their neighbor Theo, we ran into Spencer and Lucky. It was an awkward few minutes until I told Lucky that he looked adorable and that I had a new coloring book for him at the shop whenever he might need it.
After that, everything else seemed to move along quite smoothly. The individual rooms were… let’s say interesting. I’m not sure how much enjoyment I would get out of public urination or showering. I had enough of that playing hockey, and reminders of that time in my life are generally not bringing about good reactions for me.
The age play area looked like a kid’s paradise. As soon as we reached the doorway, Lucky kissed his Daddy and ran off to play. Theo chuckled while Spencer chased after his boy. Eric just smiled indulgently as if he was a doting uncle. But the next stop was a room that took my breath away—the pet room.
Watching the pups play on the obstacle course and fetch and run around was exhilarating. I knew immediately that this is the room I belong in. Even though I have no desire to run around, I know that I want to be the one to take care of the pets in this room, maybe one or two in particular.
Theo chuckled again when he led me back to the front and I filled out the paperwork. We all knew I would be back, hopefully with a kitten in tow, and if we’re lucky, a pup.
Over the two weeks since then, I have been trying to figure out how to broach the subject with my roommate. I took Matt’s suggestion of treating him like a cat to heart, but like his feline counterpart, Shiloh is nowhere to be found when I’m actually looking for him.
Plus, I have been thoroughly confused as to why Toby hasn’t come by yet. From everything I’ve seen with those two, they are usually inseparable. Did Shiloh moving in with me really affect their friendship that much? Pulling out my phone, I send a message to the one person who could possibly make sense of this drama.
Me:
Did I break up Shiloh and Toby?
Diva:
It’s not you D-man
Shy didn’t tell him he was leaving
Me:
That’s all?
Diva:
That’s enough
Those 2 need each other like oxygen but T won’t let it go until they see each other again
Me:
Don’t they have classes together?
Diva:
Maybe at the same times
Or close enuff
But opposite ends of campus
Shy is an art major
T is business
Me:
How do we get them together then?
Even tho he hides I kno it hurts him to not see his bff
Diva:
Hang on
I have a little calling m e
I put my phone to the side while I finish balancing the books for today. It wasn’t a bad day, but I definitely need to do better than this if I’m going to be able to fund some renovations over the summer. I didn’t find out until I did the taxes last year that Walt qualified for a shit ton of breaks that I do not, so the margin of disposable income I have is significantly less than what I was led to believe I would be working with when I drew up the plans for the expansion.
My phone ringing pulls me away from the depressive thoughts of having to push back the expansion and renovations for another year. If only I could get a loan…
“Hello?” I answer without looking at the screen. At this point, I will take any distractions I can get.
“Hey Hastings.”
Only one person calls me that without condescension.
“Spencer. I just finished closing up. What’s up?”
I can hear Lucky giggling in the background and I think trying to whisper, but as a little he is not very good at whispering. “Daddy is going to invite him and then you invite Toby and then we will leave them there!”
Spencer groans in my ear before muttering, “Don’t suppose you can pretend you didn’t hear that?”
I chuckle at the absurdity that my life has become, but listen to the proposal they came up with for getting the two best friends to work their shit out.
“Sounds like a plan,” I tell him as I stretch my arms above my head. “If you want Shiloh to have a chance to process it before I get upstairs, you should let him know now. I have about ten minutes worth of cleanup and then I’ll grab him to head over.”
“Why does he need time to process?” Spencer asks before I can end the call.
“Because I haven’t been able to tell him I joined the DC yet,” I tell him and press the end call button. Throwing the door closed on the safe, I start laughing to myself, imagining how my kitten… erm Shiloh will take the news.