Page 110 of Over the Line
As she looked around, the truth hit her.
Vanessa’s guess had been correct.
Sydney loved Michael.
And the feeling she’d been experiencing since she’d left was…heartbreak.
Utter, shattering despair.
A pain unlike anything she’d ever experienced rocked her.
A great big, racking sob tore from her throat, and she pressed her fingers to her mouth in a futile effort to mute the awful, wrenching sound as her heart broke all over again.
Chapter Twelve
On the Den’s patio, near the firepit, Michael sipped an energy drink, staring into the flames, hoping against hope that Sydney would show up for Ladies’ Night and that she’d agree to a scene, or, even better, a private conversation.
This, at least, was neutral ground.
On the other hand, he risked an outright rejection.
She could safe word or refuse to talk to him.
Worse, she might opt to scene with some other Top—someone happy to flog her, fuck her, and let her go.
The thought stabbed his heart and made him clench his jaw.
But who could blame her if she chose someone who wouldn’t demand forever from her.
Damien, hair pulled back and cinched with a piece of rawhide, joined him.
“You haven’t moved in at least half an hour,” his friend observed.
Maybe more. Michael had arrived before anyone else, just to be sure he didn’t miss her.
“Waiting for someone?”
They both knew the answer to that. “Is she on tonight’s guestlist?”
“Can’t answer that, and you know it.”
“Won’t,” Michael corrected.
“Semantics. Either way, result’s the same, isn’t it?”
“I’d like to get her address from you.”
“No chance.” Damien regarded Michael. “We helped you once. If you fucked it up, that’s not on us.”
Michael winced. Yeah. He’d fucked it up. Bad. “I can hire someone to find her.”
“Your call. I think it would be a bad one, but at least it won’t be on my hands.” Damien allowed his words to hang on the early fall air, before finishing. “You ever tried an apology? Couldn’t hurt.”
Mistress Catrina strode from the house, her thigh-high boots reflecting the flames from the torches.
In silence, Damien swept his gaze over the Domme’s beautiful features.
Interesting.