was real.
He watched Ludo use a fob to enter through the front door. Boy, talk about highfalutin. This place was fancy as hell. He felt terribly undressed walking into a crib like this. Although Ludo was casually dressed, Murphy wasn’t used to being around people with money.
“Come.” Ludo held his hand out, and Murphy took it. He recognized some of the men from visits to his bookstore. He didn’t know their names, but nobody could forget such handsome faces.
“Murphy?” Drew asked as he entered the hallway, Oliver following close behind.
“Hi, Drew, Oliver.” Well, this was strange. It seemed his loyal customers lived under the same roof. He nervously looked around. Would Maribel pop out on her broom at any moment?
“Murphy is my…boyfriend,” Ludo said to Drew and Oliver.
A knowing looked passed between the three. Murphy wondered what the word “boyfriend” meant in their lingo because it seemed a little too cryptic here, and he forgot his decoder ring in the box of cereal he ate twenty years ago.
“Glad to have you here.” Drew smiled at him. Yeah, like he trusted that smile. Drew was a little too smiley for him after that knowing looked he shared between them. He wasn’t falling for that damn innocent look.
“Yeah, welcome.” Oliver tapped knuckles with Murphy. Murphy lowered his hand, looking Oliver up and down. And to think he had thought Oliver was a nice guy. That shared look meant something, and Murphy was going to find out. Nobody got one past him. No siree, Bob.
“Okay.” Murphy glanced around the large home, wondering if Ludo owned all this. He really wasn’t into sugar daddies. He enjoyed his independence, and if Ludo were rich, he had a feeling this hot-ass-sex thing they had going on would come to an end.
“Hello.”
Murphy looked down at a cherub-faced little girl. This must be Melonee. She was cute as a button. “Hello, Melonee.” At least she didn’t have that knowing look on her cute little face.
Her eyes grew round. “How do you know my name?”
Murphy shrugged, pointing to his nugget. “I’m psychic.”
“Really?”
Murphy touched a finger to his forehead, scrunching up his face. “And you’re the only girl here.”
“Wow.” Melonee looked at him with wide-eyed wonder. “Can you tell me where my lion is?”
“In Oz?” Murphy looked over at Ludo for help. Did they really have lions here? No, they couldn’t have, must be a stuffed animal.
“Come, rebenka .” Ludo chuckled as he pulled Murphy along. He looked down once more at the little girl before allowing Ludo to lead him away.
The guy walked him into a large office with leather chairs and a leather sofa. He liked the bookshelves on the far wall. His eyes scanned the room, settling on the man sitting behind a desk with long black hair, big gray eyes, and dressed like he belonged in a biker gang. This guy was someone Murphy intended to stay as far away from as possible. He looked dangerous.
“ Rebenka , this is Maverick.”
“Hello, Murphy.” Maverick nodded at him. Murphy would take Maribel any day over this man. He scooted behind Ludo, afraid the man would rise and the gates of hell would appear behind him.
Wait, how did the guy even know his name? Murphy bit his bottom lip. Did he shake the man’s hand or bow in front of him and worship the demon? “Hello.” That seemed good enough to him.
Maverick just chuckled and shook his head. “Don’t be frightened. I only eat the bad guys.”
Yeah, now was a good time to pee his pants. He tugged on Ludo’s arm, wanting to get the hell out of there. Thank goodness the man understood his whimper.
“I’ll just show my mat around.”
Once they were in the hallway Murphy rounded on Ludo. “What does mat mean?”
Ludo smiled at him, his fingers tugging at Murphy’s chin playfully. “It means mate, boyfriend, or friend. However you wish to translate it.”
Murphy liked this less and less. He shoved his hands in his front pocket only to
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