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her mark long before that.
    “What do we do now?” Jessica asked.
    “We can live here forever,” Slader
said. “I have two workers downstairs who are taking care of everything I need.
Food. Cleaning. Anything you need, Jessica. We can travel. I have a
helicopter...”
    “A helicopter?”
    “Of course. These mountains are
even more beautiful when flying over them, although their beauty does not
compare to what I’m staring at.”
    Jessica lowered her head. She
couldn’t believe she started to get emotional, right in the middle of their
shower. The hot water was easing their skin and her small hand was around his
large shaft.
    It was... amazing, sad, and beautiful.
It was perfect.
    Slader slid his hand and Jessica’s
hand off his body. He touched her waist and moved his hands up, following her
wet skin to her arms and then shoulders. From there he slowly moved until he
was holding her face, forcing her to look at him.
    “Jessica... are you crying?”
    “I think so,” Jessica said. “I’m so
sorry.”
    “Tell me why. Right now.”
    Slader felt his hands starting to
squeeze tighter. He couldn’t control himself. He needed to know what was
happening.
    “I don’t... I don’t understand
this,” Jessica said.
    “Understand what?”
    “All of this. Why I’m here. You
handcuff me. You steal me. You romance me. You make me feel...”
    Jessica shook her head.
    “No,” Slader growled. “No. Tell me.
Make you feel how?”
    Jessica looked at Slader. The
piercing look of her eyes was the scariest thing Slader had ever seen.
    “You make me feel alive,” Jessica
said. “But what happens when you’re done with me?”
    “I’m not going to be done ever
again,” Slader said. “Don’t you realize what you mean to me? I’ve waited so
long...”
    “What does that mean?” Jessica
asked. “The way you talk... it’s like you think you...”
    A knock came at the bathroom door.
    Slader shot his head to the left
and curled his lip. “What?” he screamed.
    “I’m sorry, Mr. Slader,” a shaky
voice said. “There’s a man here...”
    “I’m busy.”
    “Mr. Slader...”
    “Who are you?”
    “Mr. Slader, I’m Charles...”
    “Charles, I hope you have another
job lined up.”
    “Cut the shit,” another voice said.
    Jerry.
    “Everyone leave,” Slader commanded.
    “Slader, I’m sorry,” Jerry said. “I
flew here as fast as I could. We need to take care of something right now.”
    “I’m not in the mood for bullshit,”
Slader yelled.
    He looked at Jessica, staring deep
into her eyes. He couldn’t leave. This was life. This was everything.
    Heavy thuds pounded on the door.
    “Don’t make me kick in the door,”
Jerry yelled. “You don’t want that, Slader. Trust me. You know it’s serious if
I’m here like this...”
    “Slader, should you listen?”
Jessica asked.
    “I don’t listen to anyone,” Slader
said.
    His hands left Jessica’s face and
he stepped from the shower. Slader walked to the door and opened it, not caring
that he was both naked and dripping wet. Jerry didn’t flinch when he saw Slader
but the other man, Charles, jumped back.
    “What?” Slader asked.
    “We have to get downstairs,” Jerry
said.
    “Why?”
    “Business about Richie.”
    “Richie? Again? I should have just
fucking...”
    “Just, don’t,” Jerry said. “Just
please come downstairs for a minute.”
    Slader gauged the look on Jerry’s
face. Anyone could sue and they’d never win a dime. Maybe Richie had threatened
to sue. Maybe Richie had gone to a magazine or something. Slader didn’t give a
shit about that, the fans would still worship Alex Slader.
    Slader moved back towards the
shower and grabbed a towel. He turned and looked at Jessica.
    “I have to take care of something,”
he said. “You should wait here.”
    “In the shower?”
    “Just here,” Slader said. “No
matter what. Wait right here.”
    “Is something wrong?”
    Slader wrapped the towel around his
body and reached for Jessica.