Megan Slayer [Slayer - Constant

Constant

ISBN # 978-1-78430-638-0

Copyright Megan Slayer 2015

Cover Art by Posh Gosh Copyright June 2015

Edited by Sarah Smeaton

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Published in 2015 by Totally Bound Publishing, Newland House, The Point, Weaver Road, Lincoln, LN6 3QN

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Warning:

This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has a heat rating of Totally Burning and a Sexometer of 2.

CONSTANT

Megan Slayer

He demands his submissives body and soulbut can he accept his subs heart?

Roddy Green never planned to fall in love and certainly not with his Dom, but every time he goes into Darkness, a fetish club, he falls for Vegas all over again. Being in love isnt the same as being loved in return. Vegas is there to do a jobnot to build a romance. But what if the main constant in Roddys life is also the one person he cant live without?

Andrew Vegas knows his job. Hes a Dom. But there is more than one side to him and hes tired of keeping the other parts of him hidden. One man makes him feel safe and comfortable enough to open uphis pet, Roddy. But will Roddy, the producer of a local news broadcast, want to be with a man with secrets?

Dedication

The characters took a while to show up and so this book is for the readers who stuck by and begged for Roddys story.

JPZ, being constant is pretty good.

SM, thank you.

Chapter One

Im so ready to be done with this place. Roderick Green tossed his stylus onto the desktop and groaned. He wasnt going to be able to leave until at least nine p.m. Damn it. Hed come into the news room at six that morning. Fifteen hours of scheduling, sorting through news stories and dealing with the broadcasters who didnt want to cooperate. He was damn near pulling his hair out.

Hed been a producer at Channel 25 for the last eight years. He liked his job. The news of the nation as well as local stories colored the broadcasts. The channel featured plenty of sports stories, courtesy of one of his best reporters, Tory McClellan.

Most days, he loved his job. Bringing the news and working with the various groups made him happy. Today? Not so much.

He flipped through the papers on his desk then turned to his tablet. Of all the stories planned for the next week, he had Torys schedule, but that was all. He needed more than what Tory had given him. The broadcast couldnt feature one reporter.

But hell, hed lost two of his reporters that year. Filling their spots hadnt been easy. He gritted his teeth. Speaking of the new reporters, where in the hell was their work?

He punched the numbers on his desk phone. Someone needed to give him answers and fast. After three rings, Holden, the main news reader, answered. Yes, sir, Holden said. Im currently working on that piece about the community center. Im trying to get interviews with the staff. The work theyre doing with the young men and women is really inspirational.

Great, but I need stuff for the end of this week, Roddy bit out. Come on.

Ask Susan. Shes got a fluff piece on the animal rescue center. I thought she was finished.

Shes not. But hed be sure to contact her next and give the weather girl some explaining to do. He didnt mind that she wanted to branch out and work on other stories, but she wasnt keeping up with her own workload.

Ill have mine done this weekend and will have the comeback kid story about the young man who helps the Tigers ready by tomorrow. He was a talker, but Ive got enough to do the story justice.

Fine. Actually, really freaking good. Okay. I can work with that. Im looking forward to the footage. Roddy groaned. Tomorrow.

You bet.

Roddy hung up on Holden and stared at the phone. Fresh out of college, Holden had been a long shot. The guy understood what he had to do, but sometimes wasnt up to the challenge. Maybe he was turning the corner and becoming a stronger reporter. Maybe. Roddy dialed Susans number.

As a weather girl, she brought in male viewers and boosted the overall viewershipbut that was all. Bringing in viewers didnt help her accurately report the weather. She messed up more than she correctly forecast what weather systems were coming in. The week before, shed mixed up a warm front with a line of storms. Channel 25 was the only station to blow the thunderstorm coverage. After the blunder, shed explained that she didnt want to read the weather any longer. She wanted to do some real reporting. Of the three stories hed given her, shed only turned in one.

He massaged his temples then pressed the buttons to call Susan. Before she answered, he placed the call on speaker.

Roddy, hi, Susan said, her tone breezy. I know what youre going to say. Im not done.

So when are you going to be done? You have three stories going. He thanked God she couldnt see his expression. Hed gritted his teeth so tight, his jaw ached.

Well, the pets I had in my story have all been adopted.

Thats great. Are you following up?

No. I have to get new animals, she snapped.

To have a feel-good story, you have to continue on with those animals. People like to know the animals are being adopted out to good homes. Christ. He was going to have to do her job for her.

Oh.

He wanted to kick Van, his old boss, for hiring her. Thank God his new boss, Eric, was more reasonable. Youve got the weekend to complete it.

Fine, she huffed. Youre not making this easy.

How would you like me to make it easier? Want me to write the story for you? he growled. Dont answer that. Im not writing it.

Van wouldve.

But he moved to national news, so youre stuck. Youve got your orders. Get it done. He didnt bother to say goodbye before he hung up. His head pounded. Letting the reporters drive him crazy wasnt smart, but he wanted a good broadcast. He wanted the work to speak for itself, not for the public to call the channel lazy.

Hed scored big time when Tory had won the award for excellence in journalism two years ago, but they hadnt been able to win anything since.

Roddy drummed his fingers on the table again. Looking at the tablet and the pile of papers wasnt going to get him home any faster. Then again, with his reporters not cooperating, he wasnt getting anything accomplished. He spotted the business card for Darkness.

The club.

His blood heated. Whenever he needed a break or to relieve his tension, he headed to the fetish club. He couldnt remember the last time hed visited Master Vegas. If he couldnt recall the event, then hed been away too long. He cradled his personal cell phone. He could make the call or hang out at his desk.