The prompt lines are:
“I don’t give a fuck.”
“You give so many fucks they’re visible from space.”
It'll be purple in the narrative, and this is in an upcoming tale, SECOND CHANCE WHISKEY, a paranormal romantic suspense with BDSM elements. ;) Happy reading!
“Who spit in your coffee?” Det. Chayse Wolffe sat down across the desk from Jameson and tilted his head like a curious dog.
That’s because he’s a fuckin’ werewolf. How had he never noticed that his partner used his nose like a bloodhound? Or could hear shit happen long before human ears could catch the sound? Hell, he probably can smell emotion or some stupid thing.
“No one. I’m fine.”
Chayse raised his eyebrows and nodded slowly. “Oh yeah, I can see that. Is that the real ‘fine,’ or is it more Fucked-up, Insecure, Neurotic, and Emotional?”
Jameson scowled but kept his mouth shut.
“So the latter, then.” Chayse sighed and crossed his arms over his chest. “Does this have to do with Felicia?”
Jameson snapped his gaze up. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“So it does have to do with her.” Chayse nodded again, a half-smile curling his lips. “I’d wondered.”
Dread shifted through Jameson’s guts. “Why?”
Chayse shrugged as he leaned back in his chair. “She’s been more reserved and forbidding than usual. Seems like she’s upset about something, but it’s hard to tell with Dommes sometimes.”
Pain bordering on agony spread through Jameson’s chest, but he looked away. “I don’t give a fuck.”
Chayse snorted. “Dude, you give so many fucks they’re visible from space.” He leaned forward and lowered his voice so the rest of the cops in the squad room couldn’t hear them. “I know what it’s like when you let down your Mistress, Jameson. It’s a lot like torture and visiting the dentist all at the same time. And here’s the thing. It’s not worth the pain and misery.”
Jameson eyed his partner, looking for deception. Is he just teasing me?
“You’re a…” He glanced around at the squad room. “Submissive?”
Chayse didn’t smile, only nodded. “Seems crazy to you, right? Tough detective, badass cop and werewolf. You’d think I’d be the Dominant.” He shook his head. “But it doesn’t work that way for me. And I’m only happiest when I’m in line with my Mistress’s commands.”
The revelations of Chayse’s admission struck Jameson dumb. He’d seen Chayse take command and control of crime scenes, both of the uniforms stationed around and the other CSIs working the scene. The man was nothing if not alpha. I can’t believe he’s a sub.
“What did she ask you to do?”
“What?” Jameson blinked back into the present.
“What did Felicia ask you to do that’s so hard?”
He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, looking anywhere but at Chayse. “She told me I needed to take the time to see past my prejudices and she didn’t want to see me again until I had.”
Chayse blew his breath out in a low whistle. “Shit. That’s a tall order considering you’re human.”
“Yeah, well, a week ago, I thought you were human, too.”
“Heh, yeah. We had to keep you in the dark until you were ready for the truth.” Chayse shrugged, his lips tightening. “It’s a dangerous secret to know and very few humans are trustworthy enough to know it.”
He couldn’t argue with that. Humans had a habit of killing or destroying anything they didn’t understand.
“But for some reason, Felicia believes you’re worthy of the secret, so if she’s tellin’ you to work out your issues with it, you better do it.”
“How the hell am I supposed to do that?”
“Go visit a specialist.”
“Shut up. That’s not funny.”
“Who’s being funny? I’m serious.” Chayse rolled his eyes. “There’s a guy I know who might be able to help you. He helps the Elder Races, but he might also help humans. His name is Master Kindle and he’s a Reiki master.”
Jameson frowned. “He wouldn’t happen to run The Reiki Garden here in Vegas, would he?”
Chayse raised his eyebrows. “Yeah, that’s him. How do you know about him?”
Jameson shrugged. “I got a flyer in the mail and decided it was a sign. My sister’s into Reiki. I figured it couldn’t hurt. I have an appointment tomorrow after work.”
“You have unexpected depths, Jameson. I’m impressed.” Chayse grinned. “Let me know how it goes when you’re done. I’m curious to know what you think of him.”
“Why?” Jameson raised his eyebrows as his phone rang.
“’Cause I went to him once upon at time, and he really helped me with a similar situation.”
There you have it. That's it for me this month. Check out the other authors who wrote something to the prompt.