Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
“Don’t look at him,” Rose snapped, pulling my attention back to her. “I overheard you talking, and can put two and two together to figure out the arrangement you made. She didn’t want you to steal her company, and you needed a wife in a hurry without complications.”
“Exactly. Without complications. So, you should know that I was very clear about my expectations. It’s not like I planned on going against those and cheating on her. It was just a spanking.”
Her brows raised, and she blinked slowly. “Just…a spanking…?”
“Yes. Corbin spanks other women, and your relationship is fine.”
She huffed a laugh. Then laughed some more. “You’re dumber than I thought.”
I clenched my jaw and ground out, “Corbin, can you talk some sense into your fiancée?”
My best friend—the guy who should have my back—merely held up his hands in surrender and shook his head without a word.
“Traitor,” I grumbled.
Rose pulled herself together. “Corbin and I have discussed at length what we allow in our relationship. If we have agreed that we are both comfortable with him demonstrating, then we have set boundaries that work for us. We do not demand that the other person agree to what we think they should feel.” She leaned forward as if she was about to impart a secret. “I know you understand the complications of this kind of relationship—the complexities and variations that each couple deals with. I know that you know that when a submissive trusts you with their body—”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. They can get attached and start thinking it means more than it does.”
“When a submissive trusts you with their body,” she repeated louder, as if I hadn’t understood her. “They also trust you with their mind, and even a piece of their heart, despite either party’s expectations. They trust you to give a shit about them.”
“I do give a shit,” I growled.
“Please,” she scoffed. “Your actions prove that you do not.”
“I do,” I shouted, the truth ripping free. “Too fucking much. I care too fucking much.”
Everything screeched to a halt. No one made a sound. No one breathed. As if my confession sucked all the oxygen from the room, leaving it vacant for nothing but painful honesty I didn’t know what to do with.
Rose’s expression softened with pity, and I despised it. The feeling it left behind was familiar, slick and suffocating, just like after Daria, when eyes had followed me everywhere. The only difference now was that this time, it was my own damn fault.
She sighed and shook her head. “Sit down, you dumb, dumb man.”
As if shouting the truth sapped all the fight from my body, I stumbled back two steps and collapsed into a chair.
“I’m still pissed at you,” Rose grumbled, pouring me a drink and walking it over. “But at least I understand now.”
I clutched the glass and dropped my head between my shoulders. “You don’t—”
“You think we don’t understand?” she asked, laughing. “You think Corbin doesn’t know what it’s like to fall in love again after getting divorced, or that I didn’t understand how scary it was for him to trust me?”
She chuckled, leaning back against the desk, and took a drink from her own tumbler. “You think we’re all not scared as shit?”
I shook my head, her words making love sound simple in a way my aching chest refused to understand. She didn’t get it. “What you and Corbin have is…”
“It’s amazing,” Rose finished for me.
“And,” Corbin chimed in. “No different than what you could have with Aspen if you pulled your head out of your ass long enough.”
“You joining in on this, too?” I asked, glaring at Corbin. The asshole smiled in answer. “Such a traitor.”
“Shut up and drink,” Rose said, exasperated with both of us.
“Mind getting me a drink too, babe? Looks like we’re about to have sharing time.”
“As if the night couldn’t get any worse,” I muttered and downed my drink in one gulp.
CHAPTER 18
ASPEN
Idid something I’d never done before.
I ran.
And not just from the club, but from him, our agreement, work, home.
Home.
I laughed at the word as I stood outside the apartment door, frozen and struggling to find the will to go inside and hide. His apartment wasn’t my home. In the end, I squared my shoulders, shoved some of my belongings into a bag, sent an email to work letting them know I was taking a vacation, sent a message to my dad so he wouldn’t worry, and ran.
I ended up at the airport, taking the first flight I could find.
Which was how I found myself in New Orleans, checked into a suite in the French Quarter, unsure of where I went from there. I settled on wrapping myself in a fluffy robe and begging for sleep so I wouldn’t have to think anymore, saving any further decision-making for tomorrow.
Day one
I ordered an obscene number of items from the room service menu, earning me a concerned look from Otto, the hotel staff member kind enough to keep his judgment to himself. I then spent the rest of the day in bed, crying while binge-watching Friends.