Yes Sir (Tronnor Fanfiction)

The Playroom (ch. 9)

I woke up around 8, the sun was blinding me with its brightness and when my eyes finally adjusted I realized that Connor wasn't in the bed with me. I was cuddling up with a pillow under a blanket, most likely from Connor using it as a replacement for when he got up. Although I don't remember what happened after he walked off into the bathroom and wiped me off, I do know I'm a very big cuddler so it wouldn't surprise me if I clung onto him all night.

I laid there and sighed to myself as I pondered on what I should do. This isn't my place... well, I guess it is now, but this is my first actual day here and Connor isn't here to show me around since he's probably at work-

OH MY GOD. I SHOULD'VE BEEN AT WORK AT 7:30.

I shot up in that very moment, going over to the end table to grab my phone and write out the longest apology text to Connor for sleeping in and being late. Wow Troye you really managed to make yourself look like the worst employee and sub in the whole world within 10 hours.

 As I reached for the phone scared to see if he sent me a shitload of texts asking where the fuck I was, I saw a little note placed on the table right next to my phone and a credit card.

I have a few meetings to go to so I won't be needing you in the office. However while I'm gone I want you to eat breakfast that Luca is preparing for you as we speak, and then around 10 I will have one of my drivers come pick you up and bring you to your apartment to grab your belongings. I'll meet you there shortly after, and I'm giving you my card in case of an emergency or if you just want to stop and look for new clothes on the way.

See you soon,

-Con

 

 

I sighed in relief, thanking god that I wasn't in trouble. However the last thing I wanted to do was to leave and go to my shitty place. A lot of my things have some sort of story to it, and it's hard to let it go. Even some of my clothes have sentimental value and Connor expects me to throw it all away.

Well, not exactly. He said I could keep it in a storage area but what's the use if I'm never going to use it again? He even said this whole Dom/sub thing is for the long run and what if our story ends up being like a cliché Hollywood movie and we fall in love and get married and live together forever? Those things aren't going to mean anything in 20 years.

Although he's completely changing my life around and I trust him, I still have the fear that he's going to grow tired of me and leave me and I'm back to square one, but this time I have completely nothing. He said he would make sure I was well taken care of if we did split, but if someone's angry enough they don't always follow through on their word.

I shook off these nervous thoughts and got out of bed, the cool wind making me realize that I was still fully naked.

I walked around the room to find my clothes on the floor, but I couldn't find them. Perhaps Luca or another one of his workers cleaned the room while I was sleeping. As I stood naked with my arms covering my crotch, scanning the room for any place that may have clothes. When I found the closet that Connor was going through last night before getting us both sweats to change into, I quickly walked over to it and looked inside. I scanned the inside of the closet as I looked for something not as formal and expensive looking to wear, which seemed to be his taste in almost everything he owned. Not that I don't mind wearing higher end clothes and looking great, but a lot of the time especially when I'm not working or going out to do something important I like to dress down a little and be comfortable. However, I think once we go shopping for new clothes he's going to expect me to be dressed up every day. Ugh, I sound like a spoiled teenage brat.