She’s gone longer than thirty minutes. Actually, she’s gone for most of the day. Soon I have to meet Connick, and I’m not even ready and I haven’t even had a chance to think about him or what I want to ask. Both kids are on my bed. The baby is on my chest asleep, while the other plays with my cell next to me when Connick walks in, pushing my unlocked door open. He stops, and his face when I see him peek into the bedroom, is priceless. I want to photograph it. His eyes are wide, and his mouth is open as he stares at the kids and me.

“She said thirty minutes… four hours ago,” I tell him.

His mouth finally closes and he steps into the room. “You want kids?” he asks me seriously now.

“No! What kind of question is that?” I ask him, trying to not move which would wake the child that won’t leave me alone.

“So, you don’t want kids, Milanka?”

Is this some kind of trick question? I’m not sure, but I answer him truthfully.

“No, never.”

He nods his head, it seems I’ve picked the right answer and it pleases him.

“Can you hold the baby? I need to get dressed.”

He shakes his head fast, and if I didn’t know any better I’d think he was scared.

Scared?

My larger than life giant is scared?

My?

I can’t believe I just thought that. He isn’t mine, I don’t even know what he is.

“Please, I’m betting you want me ready on time, and I can’t do that if I have a baby on me.” I sit up and the baby stays asleep, not even moving. Standing, I walk to him and lift the baby onto his chest. The baby snuggles in and I understand why. Connick smells delicious, he always does. Plus, no matter how mad you are at him, the moment he wraps you in his arms in any way, you fall asleep. I’ve proven that, even at the worst of times. Like last night.

“Fancy?” I ask him while stretching.

“Anything you wear is fine.”

What? He didn’t say my name.

His eyes are firmly on the child on his chest, and he’s definitely afraid. Maybe I need to babysit more with him. Walking into my bathroom, I change into black jeans that have a few fashionable rips in the legs, and a nice low cut pink top. Leaving my hair down as he likes it, I walk back to see he hasn’t moved an inch. His eyes are still on the sleeping baby, and he’s still standing exactly where I left him. A knock comes and I run to the door to answer it. Not even checking because I know who it is, and I’m glad when I see Serena.

She looks flustered and tired when she walks in, looking around for her kids.

“I didn’t mean to take so long. I’m so sorry.”

“How did it go?”

“Well, now you have to work tomorrow. Sorry about that.”

I shrug my shoulders, work is a good distraction.

“The babies are in my room.”

She walks past me and stops when she gets to my room, looks back at me and smirks.

“He looks good with kids. Scared maybe, but good.”

She reaches out and takes the baby like it was nothing to put him there in the first place. I practiced being still for ages, and she moves him without even waking him. She walks out with their bag. The older child kisses my cheek and she walks out of my house, leaving me standing there watching, as Connick steps out and stands in front of me.

“Are you ready, Milanka?”

I nod my head and slip my flats onto my feet. He walks past me, then holds the door open for me to leave with him. Connick’s hand lands on my ass as we walk to his car and we both sit in the back.

“Have you thought about your questions, Milanka?”

Shaking my head, I dare not look at him. He’s back to using my name like his former baby self. “You don’t have all night.”

Trying to think of what I want to ask is the trick.

“How many can I ask?” Turning to him I see he’s already watching me.

“Three. I think that’s more than fair.”

“You’ll answer them all… truthfully?”

A simple nod is all I get in return. Connick leans in close, I’m never afraid that he will kiss my lips anymore. He now knows I don’t like it from the last time when he kissed me and I didn’t kiss him back. Now, he kisses my collarbone, every single time. His breath touches me before his lips do.

“Remember this car? Remember the reward I gave you in this car? Control?”

A heavy breath is all I can give him.

“Tonight, you have control again. Be careful with it, Milanka. No one takes control of me, ever.”

I don’t know what to say or even do with those words. He’s giving me control? I guess he means he is because I’m asking the questions. The question I really want to know is why I keep going back to him, even when I know he’s evil, even when I know he may hurt me.

He kisses my neck before he sits up and reaches for the door and pulls it open. I slide over in the seat and follow him out. He offers me his hand as I climb out. Giving my hand to him, he pulls me to his side and starts walking into the restaurant.

The lady at the reception desk smiles at him, not even asking his name as she steps out and takes us down the back to a private table. Does he own this as well? I decide that absolutely will not be one of my questions to him. I need to ask something more fitting, something that will make my decision of what I should do easier. He orders two glasses of water, and the lady walks away leaving us both sitting down, staring at each other, waiting for one of us to speak.

“Ask Milanka… so I can eat in peace.” Drinking his water, he places it back down on the table in front of him.

My hands start scrunching each other in my lap as I try to think of the first question—

I undoubtedly needed more time for this.

“How long have you been watching me?”

He doesn’t miss a beat before he answers, “I’ve known you since we were teenagers, Milanka. You were someone else’s then.”

That shocks me, and before I can ask how, I remember I get only three questions, and I don’t want to waste them. Digging my nails into the palm of my hand, I ask my second question. “Do you want to hurt me?”

His stare is hard as he looks at me, his eyes turning from vibrant to dark in a matter of seconds.

“Sometimes. But no… I do not wish to hurt you anymore.”

Anymore? This isn’t fair, he’s giving me answers which involve me asking more questions. Biting my tongue and digging my nails in harder to stop myself, I take a breath before I ask the last question.

“What do I mean to you, Connick?”

His hand goes to his head as he swipes the top and then comes back down on the table. He fidgets with his knife and then places it back down. Is he nervous? He could lie, but he’s a man of his word, so I know he won’t. Whatever he’s about to say is the truth.

“More than anyone else in this world.”

My heart beats fast, and my eyes blink multiple times. That’s a statement, a very powerful statement, except it could mean he doesn’t care at all for anyone, and I am it. Then I remember Cherry, he must care for her, so that means I trump anyone in his life.

I wonder for how long?

Is this a recent thing?

So many questions left to ask, but I won’t get the answers.

“Two steaks, well done, side of vegetables.”

Looking up, I see he’s just ordered for us and is watching me.

“I still have many more questions.”

He nods his head. “I can see them in your eyes. I said only three, though, Milanka, and three is all you get. Don’t push for more.”

We sit in silence just locking eyes together.

Three questions.

Were they the best ones to ask?

And what about his answers?

He’s known me for quite some time.

Does that mean he knows who Derrick is? Damn it! I should have asked that the moment he said it, I should have said that. He doesn’t look like a man or the type of man I would have thought would associate with Derrick. Derrick is a bastard. Connick is cold and ruthless. He takes what he wants, but not the same way Derrick does without consent. I gave myself to Connick, and I’m afraid I will continue to do so even knowing only small parts of him. He cares for me, though, that’s something I never expected. I thought I was just his bed buddy, someone he fucked like I did, with multiple others.

And what about Rob? Did he have him killed?

Turning my head away from him, I have to, because the questions are everywhere and the answers are nowhere.

“Stop overthinking things, Milanka. I accept your demons, and you must accept mine.”

He’s so much like an ocean, his hands pull me in then they push me out. Drowning me in the middle, leaving me hazy and even more confused. Yet, I’m like the wave, it always comes back.

“I want more questions,” I tell him.

The waiter comes back and places our meals in front of us. He picks up his knife and starts cutting into his steak.

“Maybe in a month.”

So, he expects me to be around that long. I don’t know what to think of that. He wants me to stay? For what purpose? Is it because he cares for me? Or just to use me?

It’s different when I use guys for sex, I don’t expect anything in return, except their body for one night. Nothing personal is ever shared. Yet, Connick knows more about me possibly than my own mother does. Actually, way more than she does. He, at least, knows where I live and she has no idea. I used to wonder if she was still alive. But I have no desire to contact her, and that’s just how it’s been and it will probably stay that way.

He knew she was alive, and I’m also guessing he knew who she was that day.

Did he lie to me?

Why would he? He doesn’t get anything from lying, especially not to me if that was the case.

“I’m about to walk out, and you won’t be able to stop me if you don’t answer this last question.”

He drops his knife and looks up at me. Waves his hand for me to continue.

“You knew it was her, didn’t you? That night! You said before I lost it, ‘your hell’, I remember now. You knew who she was?”

He smiles at me. “I’m impressed. Yes! I knew who she was. And no, I don’t know where she is now. And I am sorry for lying to you. I won’t do that again.”

“You knew who she was…” Standing without touching my food, I look down at him, my hands dropping to my sides.

Does he know everything, and somehow, I don’t know who he is?

Were the clues right in front of my face and I was too blind to see?

Do I even really care that he knows everything? He seems to still want me, even with knowing it all.

“Sit down, Milanka.” He waves his hand at the seat.

Closing my eyes and squeezing them tightly, I answer him, opening them again. “Don’t follow me, Connick, just…” Trailing off, I place the napkin on the table, I grab my purse and walk away from that table and away from Connick.