“Yes you have,” he said, completely convinced. “Look at you, Nina. The minute I step forward with a commanding sentence, a look, a touch, your body responds. You’ve been conditioned, and really well.”
What…the…fuck?
“Nina, I leashed you tonight, and you didn’t object. Most women would panic or at least question their lover.”
I sat stunned as he looked at me.
“It’s second nature to you.”
Anger rushed through me as I pushed him aside and jumped off the counter then turned to him. “Fuck you and your assumptions.”
“Nina,” he countered, moving toward me. Putting my hand up, I threw his shirt at him.
“Aiden, I think it’d be best if you left. I have to work tomorrow. Playtime is over.”
Put that in your pipe and smoke it.
He stood stunned for a brief moment before gathering his clothes. I pushed his boxers off of me and turned to walk away.
“I’m sorry, Nina, but it’s the truth.”
“Goodnight, Aiden.”
I pulled myself up the stairs and closed my bedroom door, completely baffled. A million sexual scenarios ran through my mind as I recounted my time with Devin.
And we had done it all.
I dove into bed, burying my head under the covers. As soon as the chime alerted me Aiden had left, I locked the door from my bedside remote.
Dom?
“The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference.
? Elie Wiesel
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Devin
My wife walked into my office, unimpressed by her invitation. “What is it, Devin? I have an appointment.” I slid the folder in her direction. “I’ll make it quick then, dear.” She looked up at me, annoyed as her eyes drifted over me and then down to address the folder in front of her.
It was her instant recognition that told me I had her. “It went up for quick sale this morning. I’ve already put in an offer, on your behalf, of course.”
She fingered the paper with adoration. It was an offer she couldn’t refuse tied up in a nice shiny bow. A plantation she’d dreamed of owning that had never been for sale. She’d often spoke of it and the possibility of owning it when we still shared the same bed.
“Devin, I don’t quite have enough,” she said, her face paling at the thought of losing.
“I agree you aren’t quite liquid enough right now, honey. I can remedy that.”
I pushed different paperwork in front of her, and a check I’d cut over a dozen times already. “If we hurry, I’m sure we can push the sale through before Mrs. Marion gets wind.” I had her attention. I had the perfect bait. If she signed the paperwork and accepted my check, I would regain controlling interest of my company, and in return, she would own the plantation she’d wanted since she was a child.
“Of course, if you’re not interested, I could give Mrs. Marion a call.” She glared at me openly as she picked up the pen. “This and nothing else, Devin. You get nothing else.” I rolled my eyes, knowing that getting my company back was half the battle and with her signature, I’d just won. I tried to hide my wolf grin as I sat back in my chair but failed.
“This isn’t over, and this means nothing,” she hissed as she stood up and walked out of my office.
I didn’t bother to reply.
In the end, I would have the last word.