“Oh, Matilda, how touching…your love for me that is,” I smiled.
She scoffed and looked away. “Please untie me.”
“Very well,” I sighed and took off the panties that I used to bound her. The material was stretched out. “Yeah, I don’t think you can wear these anymore.”
“I’ll be the judge of that,” she said as she grabbed it from my hand.
“Sir, you can’t go in there,” I heard a voice outside the door.
“Get out of my way,” the intruder said.
I recognized the voice.
The door opened, and Hunter stormed in.
“He’s back,” Hunter said. He looked towards Matilda. “Good day, Matilda.”
“Been a while, Hunter,” she replied.
“Matilda, please leave us,” I said.
She nodded and walked past Hunter.
“And Matilda, fix your skirt,” I said.
She looked down and noticed that she was still unkempt from our little fiasco earlier, and I could see her cheeks turn red as she hurriedly fixed it.
“Dick,” she called me before leaving.
“Are you two close now or something?” Hunter asked as he watched her leave.
“Actually, no, she's here to put a halt to my plans until God knows when,” I sighed. “I just have her around to relieve…stress. And as much as she hates to admit it, she also needs me to relieve her…stress.”
“Well, at least you're having the time of your life,” he said as he took a seat.
“I could say the same as you,” I replied. “I saw your blog. You really adjusted to the peasant life quite nicely.”
“I wasn't the only one who adjusted nicely,” he said.
“Ah, right. How is he? My brother that is?” I asked, although I didn't give a damn. “I saw that little Instagram page he has with his little photos and captions he creates.”
“Yes, he has turned his hobby into a career now,” Hunter informed.
“That's nice, that's very nice,” I said, and again I honestly didn't care. “Now, why are you here? Haven't seen you in what? Two years?”
“Yes, it's been that short, I guess,” he replied.
“Feels like an eternity to me,” I sighed. “Now, enough dilly-dallying, what do you want? And what do you mean he's back? Is there anyone who I should be worried about?”
He was quiet at first, trying to come up with a reply that I would be pleased to hear. Everyone who worked for me always did that. I could use that behavior to tell if what I was about to hear was good or bad. And judging by how he was acting, I could tell it wasn't good.
“Nick…Nick is back, or more like he's coming back,” he said.
“You have to be clearer,” I rubbed my temple. “It's not like he moved out of the city or anything.”
“I mean to say that he has his memories back,” Hunter said.
The news hit me hard. My brain seemed to go into a state of panic as it sought various ways to solve this predicament.