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I liked the dominance. I liked my ability to submit without feeling anxious. I liked the way he used my pussy and holy God, the bestial noises he made as he ejaculated inside me…
I could have come again just from listening to them.
“Indie?”
Fuck…
I need to stop this thought merry-go-round of insanity, once and for all.
I inhale swiftly, about to do something that no part of me wants to, but at this point, I’ll do anything to get rid of the memory of that fucking man haunting me. I can’t even look at his messages. I need him out of my system.
“It’d have to be in a public place.”
“Of course,” she affirms. “How about near our place? That way if things get uncomfortable, you can text me and I’ll come over with Tom or something.”
“Ooh, I like the sound of that. And if you turn your phone off, so help me God, I’ll kill you and bury your body in the woods.”
“There’s this bar-restaurant like two blocks away from our place,” she laughs. “You’d have to come downtown. Friday night.”
I sigh out. “Okay. Let’s do it.”
38
Greyson
Two Days Later
“We’ve told him if he does it again, we’re dropping him as a client.”
“What did he say?” I ask Tom, sitting opposite me at the oversized table of the conference room, its floor-to-ceiling window looking out onto DC.
“You know what he’s like,” replies Tom, still sporting a faint tan from his honeymoon in Saint Kitts. “One day you can reason with him, the next he’s acting like a fucking maniac.”
“It depends on whether the fucker’s sober or not,” I reply.
“Yeah, well, he thinks he has it under control this time.”
“Don’t they all?” I groan, glancing out at the sun setting behind the DC skyline.
I close our entitled and enabled, but very rich dumpster fire of a client’s file, glancing at my phone for the fiftieth time today on the off chance that Indigo has finally decided to answer one of my fucking messages so that I don’t have to do what I don’t want to and turn up unannounced at her place. Again. I’d rather my relentless urge to stalk her was left unnoticed by her.
Irritation rattles me as I see nothing from her.
“Wanna go get something to eat?” Tom suggests.
“Sure,” I managed distractedly. “Doleson’s?”
“Um, it’ll have to be somewhere nearer our place. Carrie wants me to stay nearby tonight.”
“Oh?” I ask absently as we get to our feet, picking up our stuff. “Yeah, we’ve set her friend up on this blind date with a friend of mine, and I've been ordered to be on standby in case it gets weird.”
I stop in my tracks as he says it, my eyes drifting upwards to meet his. “Friend?”
“Yeah. One of her brides—” His eyes light up. “Oh, you know the one! The one you bet on. Pink hair. Smart mouth.”
An ice-cold wave of jealousy and outrage washes over my body. “What?”
“Indigo. Remember? I mean, that wasa lotto spend on just one dance.” He smirks, lowering his voice at the sound of voices in the corridor. “Hey did anything ever come of that? Carrie said you didn’t see each other again after the wedding…”