Текст книги "Fiend"
Автор книги: Rachael Orman
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Chapter 15
Alix
Another week had passed and I’d survived. John messaged and called me at least every couple of hours, even through the night. At least neither of us was sleeping well. It made me feel a bit better that I wasn’t alone in my misery.
After an exhausting day, I found myself parked at Scene. I hadn’t meant to go there, but since I had, I unbuckled my seatbelt and headed inside. Maybe submitting to someone else would help me finally start to get over John, since time obviously wasn’t doing it. After handing over my purse, I told the woman at the counter that I was an unclaimed submissive and she handed me a pair of leather cuffs to put on to designate me as such.
Walking into the open room, I struggled to keep my breathing calm. I had never been an unclaimed sub or played with anyone else and the idea scared me. However, I refused to back down and let it stop me from giving my all to move on from John and the control he had over me. Just that morning I had finally built myself up to taking off his pearls. The final sign that he was important to me. I felt naked without them, but it was time. Three weeks of self-pity and wallowing was more than enough.
“Looking for someone to play with?” a voice asked from behind me and I spun to find the man I’d seen John nod to many times in passing. He had to know that at one time I was claimed by him.
“Yes, sir.” I bowed my head out of respect and he stepped closer.
“What are you looking for tonight?”
“I… I’m not sure, sir,” I stuttered, not having thought so far ahead.
“A spanking? A flogging? A whipping? More?” He hooked a finger under my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze.
“A spanking?” I answered, but it came out more as a question than a statement.
“That could be arranged. Do you have a safe word?”
“N...no, sir.” We’d never required one and I couldn’t think of one on the spot.
“How about red to stop, yellow to pause so we can talk about it?”
“Okay, sir.”
“Go to the spanking bench and drop your skirt to your ankles. I’ll be right there.”
I nodded and dropped my head again before swiftly walking to an unoccupied bench on the opposite side of the room. Swallowing the growing lump of nerves in my throat, I slid my skirt down my thighs to pool around my ankles. I hadn’t worn a garter belt and thigh highs; instead I had on regular pantyhose that came all the way up to my waist.
Leaning forward onto the bench, I left my ass in the air while my chest pressed against the hard, ungiving wood.
“Hands,” the man demanded when he stepped behind me. I lifted my hands to my lower back and felt rough rope being wrapped around them, securing them together. “Safe words?”
“Red and yellow, sir,” I answered automatically.
“You will get twenty then you will sit on your knees until I tell you to get up, understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
Something much firmer than his hand slapped against my ass and I cried out. The familiar burn spread over both cheeks at the same time. He had to be using a paddle of some kind. John normally used his hand and I had expected the same from the stranger, but it wasn’t more than I could handle.
Again and again the paddle came down. I tried to count in my head, but gave up after losing count the second time. Everything became blurry and I felt the haze of subspace take over. It was a blessed peacefulness I needed. I could breathe again; I wasn’t in pain from heartbreak. Oddly, however, the pain didn’t morph into a sexual pleasure like it did when John was inflicting it; instead it added another layer of comfort around me. Each time the paddle came down, my panty-hose burned against my skin. I wished I had worn my thigh highs or nothing at all, but it was too late. The added sensation only made it more real, more intense.
Finally I was jostled and forced to move off the bench. My knees pressed into carpet, my skirt still around my ankles. A heavy hand forced me to sit back, my sore ass pressing against my heels.
“I will be back for you. Do not move until then or I will spank you all over again with something much worse than a paddle. Understand?” The man pushed a finger into my forehead until I looked up at him.
“Yes, sir,” I murmured through the haze. My tongue felt thick and hard to move, but I managed to get the two words out.
“Good girl.” He turned and walked from my sight.
I couldn’t say how long I sat like that. My knees ached, my back ached and my ass burned like never before, but still the man hadn’t returned. It was a cry from a familiar voice that made me lift my head to find where it was coming from.
Everything stopped. The room dropped away and all that was left was the couple in front of me.
John was tethered to a cross while a hulk of a man unleashed a long, snakelike whip, making it snap against John’s back. His back was already covered with welts in various stages of healing, but there wasn’t an inch of unmarred skin left. Not that it stopped the man from repeatedly laying into him. Just the sound of the leather against his skin made me shiver. It had to hurt, but John simply held his head down and took it without a single sound.
I’d never seen John as a submissive and would happily never witness it again. It was a scary sight. He was no longer the strong, controlled man I loved, but one who was obviously beaten down to the point that he wasn’t feeling pain.
When the hulk dropped the whip to the floor and closed in on John, I wanted to run to him, to save him, from what was coming next. He’d had enough in my eyes. I didn’t know how he came to be there, but it wasn’t right. I couldn’t understand.
To my surprise, the man reached around and unbuckled John’s slacks and let them fall to the ground before roughly shoving his boxers down as well.
“Not enough pain, bitch?” the man growled as he slapped John’s cock.
“No, sir,” John moaned. “More. I need more, sir.”
I gaped at his words. My brain struggled to understand the side of John I was witnessing. I glanced around to see if anyone else was watching their scene, but oddly there was no one else within hearing distance, as if it was too painful to watch or they’d been warned away.
My eyes burned as I returned them to John. Tears wanted to escape, but I kept them back so they didn’t blur my vision. I needed to watch. I needed to let it sear into my brain that there was so much more to the man I thought I knew so well.
Hulk moved to a nearby table and grabbed a bottle of lube. He let some of it slide down the crease of John’s ass before he shifted his feet. I could only assume he was taking himself out of his pants, since he pressed against John while whispering words in a harsh tone. They were spoken so low I couldn’t hear them, but his stance said it all. They weren’t pleasant ones.
“You are going to take me in your body, boy. If you so much as move to escape the pain, I will tear you open, do you understand me? Do you want me to make your tender little hole bleed? Then you’ll remember me reaming you for days.”
“N...no, sir. I don’t want to bleed, sir,” John whimpered – actually whimpered. His voice sounded like a little boy’s, one who was pleading to be saved, and my heart skipped a beat. I had to dig my fingers into my palms to force myself to stay where I was. He had a safe word; he could make it stop if he truly wanted to.
The man rolled his hips before thrusting against John and from the cry of agony that left him, I knew the man was filling his ass. I audibly gasped as tears finally escaped my eyes. The man turned his head and met my gaze as he pounded into John with a hand around his throat. A harsh smile came over his face before he turned back to John.
“Even your ass can’t get it right. No matter how many times I fuck you, all you do is whimper like a little bitch. You are so pathetic. No one will love you. No one will ever care if you live or die because you are so fucking worthless. If you weren’t trussed up, I’d make you suck the shit from my dick until I came down your disgusting throat.” The man’s words made my throat work overtime to keep from releasing my stomach contents. I couldn’t stand to watch more. I lowered my head in shame. I was only an observer and yet I couldn’t handle it. How he managed to take it I didn’t know.
It wasn’t the fact he was with another man that confused me, but the fact that he was submitting, that he was being degraded without objection. I couldn’t wrap my head around how things had changed so rapidly in his world.
I focused on the burning pain in my ass and knew it was nothing compared to the pain John had to feel from the lashes to his back. I tried to tune out the nasty words spewing from the man fucking John. It seemed to last forever before I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder. Glancing up, I found it was the man who’d spanked me.
“Come, little one,” he said in a soft tone. I stood and he helped me pull up my skirt before ushering me out of the room. He led me down the hall filled with doorways I knew led to private rooms until he finally pushed one open and followed me in. “Sit.”
I eyed the room, which appeared to be an office, as he sat in one of the chairs and waved a hand at the other.
“Alix, I’m Gabe. I’m the owner of Scene. Please sit. I need to talk to you. It is very important.”
I eyed him cautiously feeling more nervous than I had out in the playroom.
“If you care at all for John, you will want to hear what I have to say.”
My heart thudded harder in my chest when he mentioned John. He had information about him. I needed to know what it was. Pulling the chair a bit farther away, I sat facing him.
“Good. Now I trust you witnessed the scene going on out there, correct?” He crossed an ankle over the opposite knee, relaxing back into his seat.
“Yes.”
“John has been here every day for the last week. Sometimes multiple times a day. He’s suffering. He is punishing himself in the only way he knows how. It helps calm his demons, but it also gives him a new pain to focus on since he can’t control the other pain he’s dealing with. I don’t know exactly what is going on between the two of you, but I suspect you can help him more than he is allowing me to at this time.” Gabe dropped his leg and leaned his elbows on his knees.
“I...I don’t know what I can do.” I shook my head in denial.
“Talk to him. See if he will share what it is that’s eating at him. It’s something personal. I might know his past, but something set him off. Something pushed him over the edge and he doesn’t even seem to be trying to control it. He’s lost in his head, in his demons, his pain.” Gabe ran a tired hand over his face. “I’ve tried. Every time he shows up here, I try to get him to open up, but he refuses. He won’t talk about it.”
“You think he’d talk to me?” I shifted in my seat, my sore ass rubbing against my skirt.
“I don’t know. It can’t hurt. While it seems the two of you are no longer Dom and sub, he had a connection to you that I’ve never seen him have with anyone before. I’ve known John for quite a few years, too, so I know it’s not something to be taken lightly. Please, if you care for him, try. Try, not because I’m asking, but for him.” Gabe reached across the space to clasp my hand in his. “Please.”
I sighed. I didn’t know if John would talk to me. What if it was me that had caused him to go over the edge? I didn’t think I could handle the guilt. It might not have been my fault I’d left, but I hadn’t allowed him to talk to me about it. Maybe giving him that chance would help. Maybe if I pushed to know what was going on in other areas of his life, he would talk. I would try, because I couldn’t stand seeing him hurt so much.
“I’ll go see him at his office tomorrow,” I told Gabe, who released a sigh as his shoulders relaxed.
“Thank you. I will be indebted to you. John is a good friend and I don’t like seeing him this way. As for you little miss, you need to be more careful about which Doms you play with. No matter what happens with John, you need to learn to set clearer boundaries if you’re going to scene with new Doms. Talk about limits before you scene. You could’ve easily been put in a hairy situation real quick. Luckily, I spotted you when you came in and made sure you were here to witness John’s scene since it was the only way you’d understand how much pain he’s in.”
“Understood.” I stood with a nod. I couldn’t sit in the office anymore. I needed privacy to build the courage to enter John’s office in the morning. Needed to plan what I was going to say to him.
Gabe walked with me until I turned to leave and he returned to the main room. The urge to look and see if John was still on the stage nearly had me following him, but I forced myself to leave instead.
After another restless night, I found myself dressed in a pantsuit, hair in a severe low ponytail, and heading into John’s office shortly after he’d passed through the lobby.
“He doesn’t want to see you,” Mariah sneered as soon as she saw me.
“That’s not for you to decide.” I walked briskly past her desk and pushed open his door without knocking. Locking it, I leaned against it as he looked up from a small stack of papers.
Slowly one eyebrow lifted as he watched me.
“Look, we are going to have a talk and I don’t need Ms. Thing out there bothering us.”
“Let me take care of that.” John stood and walked calmly toward me.
If I hadn’t seen him the night before, I wouldn’t have guessed he was any different than any other day before we’d been together.
“Excuse me. I can’t open the door if you insist on leaning on it.” He stood only inches away and his delicious scent surrounded me. His eyes were guarded and cold as he looked down at me.
Feeling stupid, I stepped to the side. He opened the door and stuck his head out.
“Leave, now. Lock the office behind you,” he demanded with a stern Dom tone of voice before closing it and returning to his perch behind his desk. “Now, what was it you wanted to talk about?”
“How do you know she left?” I glanced at him before looking toward where Mariah was probably listening.
“She will. Would you rather waste time debating on how well my secretary listens to orders or talk about whatever it is that has you in my office so early this morning?” He looked at me expectantly.
“I’d rather avoid all things involving your secretary,” I said quietly, but sat in the chair across from him. “I’ve decided to give you the chance to voice whatever it is that has you still blowing up my phone. Obviously you have something to say.”
I couldn’t help but be defensive. It wasn’t how I’d planned to come to his office and speak with him, but he was so cold, so harsh, I fired back with the same tone, forgetting I was there to help him deal with his pain.
He tilted his head and stared at me for a full minute before nodding as if he had the answer to some unvoiced question.
“I wanted to know if you wanted back the stuff you’d left at my apartment.”
I nearly gaped at his response, but I caught myself.
“That’s it?” I’d thought he wanted to try to explain himself or try to get me to take him back or something, but he simply wanted to give me my things back?
“Yes. What did you think it was?” He rubbed his thumb over his lower lip, drawing my eyes to them. I felt my heart clench. Not so long ago I would’ve been free to take those lips any time I wanted; now I could only watch them.
“Nothing.” I stood and swallowed. “Well, if you have the time now, we can go get whatever was left behind.”
“No. I’ll leave you here and retrieve it myself. You are no longer welcome in my place,” he said, standing and walking to the door. “Give me five minutes and you can be out of my life forever.”
Before I could respond, he was out the front door and I was alone. I took my head in my hands and a sob slipped out unexpectedly. I had to hold it together for a few more minutes. I could do it. Wiping the tears away from my face, I stood and tried to make sure he wouldn’t be able to tell how much he was stomping on the shattered pieces of my heart. I realized then that some part of me had harbored the idea that we’d get back together, but this was the end.
The outside door opened and I turned, thinking it would be John, but it was Mariah instead.
“I forgot… Oh, it’s just you,” Mariah scoffed and strutted closer. Calling out, she said, “John?”
“He stepped out for a minute.” I didn’t have it in me to say where.
“Oh, well, then it’s just you and me. In case you haven’t figured it out yet, we’re together. We have been for months. John was trying to find a good time to tell you. I actually felt bad for you.” Mariah shrugged a delicate shoulder, but her face told me she didn’t feel bad at all.
“Really? Interesting that I didn’t know this.” John stood at the door with anger vibrating off him in waves.
“Oh, John!” Mariah spun around to look at him.
“Please, do tell me why you are telling the woman I love that we are fucking when every day I have to fight my repulsion for you.” He stepped closer, letting the door swing closed.
“Wait, what?” I looked between them, confused. My head spun as I studdered, “But… all the conversations, the lipstick, the condom.”
“Condom?” John briefly glanced at me, but his eyes were burning through Mariah. “You better start talking.”
“I was just trying to save you, sir. She isn’t good enough for you. Look at her. She’s not pretty enough, not submissive enough. You need someone who can give you everything you need. I wanted to get her out of the picture so I could show you how much I’ve learned since we broke up, how much we are meant to be together.” Mariah dropped to her knees and wobbled forward, reaching for his hand.
“What fucking condom?” John barked, stepping out of reach.
Mariah lowered her head, but didn’t say anything.
“Answer me!” he shouted.
“I… may have planted a condom in the trash for her to find,” Mariah whispered.
“And the lipstick?”
“I brushed my lips against you when I fixed your hair, sir.” She shrank into herself.
“But the phone calls…” I interrupted, not understanding why someone would be so cruel.
“No one was on the phone,” Mariah answered.
“Get out now. I don’t ever want to see you again,” John growled as he stepped around her, giving her his back as his attention shifted to me. No longer was he the cold, impersonal man who’d been in his office.
Mariah quietly left and John dropped the box he’d held under his arm, but I hadn’t noticed until it banged against the floor. He looked almost scared as he slowly moved closer to me.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, pained.
“I tried. It never came out right and I didn’t know who to believe. She was so convincing.” I closed my eyes and took a breath. “And I don’t deserve you. I’m not a good sub. I’m not beautiful.”
“Don’t.” He was pulling me into his arms and sighing. “Don’t put yourself down. I love the way you submit to me. I love the way you look. I love you and you are perfect the way you are.”
My heart beat again. It came back to life feeling his strength surrounding me, his scent enveloping me, his words pulling all the broken pieces back together.
Chapter 16
John
She was in my arms. I breathed her in. The world righted itself and stopped spinning out of control. I could survive anything as long as I had her in my life. I held her close for a long time. I couldn’t seem to make my arms release her.
Finally she shifted and pulled back and I had to let go.
“I missed this,” she breathed.
“Me too. God, how I wished you’d talked to me and I hadn’t been so stubborn.” I cradled her cheek. I hadn’t thought I’d ever be free to touch her again. Anger at Mariah raged inside me but was nothing compared to the relief, the feeling that I was once again whole washed over me simply by knowing Alix was mine.
I had been lucky enough to catch the end of their conversation and realization came crashing down upon me that Mariah had been pushing us apart so she could try to get me back. All the times Alix had mentioned she didn’t like Mariah and asked questions about her boyfriend suddenly made sense. I just hadn’t seen what she was trying to tell me.
“Come on, let’s take your things back to my place. In fact, I think you should bring all of your stuff over. Live with me.” I watched her carefully as I voiced what I’d wanted to ask her for a long time.
“I don’t know. I mean we just went through time apart, John. I think maybe we should take it slow.” She forced a smile and I could tell the separation had been as hard on her as it had for me.
“Whatever you want. I’ll do anything for you,” I whispered, my heart in my throat. I’d said I loved her and she hadn’t answered. I wouldn’t push for her to return the words, I would wait until she was ready but I wasn’t going to let her go ever again.
“Can we take this box back and then go to lunch?” She heaved the box up into her arms and I took it from her.
“Absolutely.”
We walked in silence to the hotel and the elevator was filled with tension as we rode up together. It seemed neither one of us wanted to be the first to speak. When I opened the door to my apartment, I couldn’t hold back any more.
“Please, come in.”
She followed me with a shy smile. I led her toward the bedroom where it would be easiest to unpack the box, since it was mostly clothes and toiletries. Once I set it on the foot of the bed, I turned and was surprised to find Alix right behind me.
“Hi,” she rasped as her hands came up to rest on my chest.
“Hi.” I automatically wrapped my arms around her, pulling her flush against me.
“Are you okay with this?” She pushed to her toes, her lips almost to mine.
“More than okay.”
Leaning down, I closed the remaining distance to seal our mouths together. My body instantly sparked to life in a way it hadn’t since she’d left. My cock grew hard simply from the taste of her. The tip of her tongue slid over the seam of my lips before pressing inside.
Alix moaned and leaned into me, her arms clasping my biceps as our tongues slid along each other. Her fingers twisted in my shirt, pulling me into her.
“God, I’ve missed you,” she gasped, breaking the kiss.
Gliding my hands down, I gripped her ass and thrust against her at the same time making sure it was clear how much I agreed with her.
“I want you,” she breathed against my lips as our breaths mingled.
“I need you.”
Her hands yanked on either side of my shirt, ripping apart the buttons so her hands could skim over my chest. A groan rumbled from my chest as she flicked her fingers over my distended nipples. Turning her, I pushed her back onto the bed and yanked the ugly pants from her legs. Skirts looked much better on her sexy body; however, when I realized there was only a tiny pair of panties on under them, I decided they weren’t so bad.
I undid my cufflinks, letting them drop before shrugging out of my shirt and toeing off my shoes. Grabbing her hips, I pulled her to the edge of the bed and dropped to my knees. My face was pressed to her pussy before I’d fully hit the ground.
As I flicked my tongue over her swollen bud, she cried out and tightened her thighs around my head while one hand gripped my hair as much as it could. It didn’t take much to have her screaming out her release, giving me plenty of her honey to lap up.
While I could eat her all night, my aching cock demanded more. I needed to be in her, feel her pulling me deep and hugging the most sensitive part of my body with hers.
Standing, I roughly slid her panties off before undoing my trousers and letting them fall. With one hand, I guided my cock to her entrance while supporting myself with the other. I wanted to tease her, make it good for her, but my need to reclaim what was mine was too strong to deny any longer.
Just the head of my cock slid into her and I watched as she gasped, fisting the sheets. As I stared down at her, I realized I still hadn’t taken off her coat, so I slid the single button through the hole to reveal all she wore underneath was a bra. My hips surged into her at the surprise of my sexy little vixen.
Pulling on the center of her bra, I forced her to sit up so I could shove the material from her shoulders. Her legs wrapped around me and she leaned back onto one hand while reaching for me with the other. Holding my neck, she yanked me down to meet her lips once more. The bruises and welts on my back screamed out in pain, but I needed her kiss more than anything at that moment.
My hips moved on their own, sinking my cock deep into her as she moved with me. When she broke the kiss, her gaze locked on mine. I could see her arousal, her desire, in her eyes. Even though our lips had parted, she kept a tight grip on the back of my neck, her fingers digging into my flesh.
I grabbed hold of her ponytail and yanked her head back while my other hand dipped between our bodies to tease her clit. She was moaning and panting, but her eyes stayed on mine as I moved hard and fast against her.
My orgasm was gathering at the base of my spine, but I refused to give in. I would not come until she got off at least once more.
Dropping my head, I dragged my teeth over her throat before sucking a chunk and biting down. Alix arched into me as every muscle clenched tightly and she flooded my cock with her release.
She fell onto her back and I gripped her breast harshly as I pounded into her. My nails broke through her skin as my orgasm tore through me and I yelled out. I bathed her insides with my come as my hips slowed and I fought to get my breathing and heart back under control.
“Damn, I really missed that,” Alix sighed as she lay limp on the bed. I lowered myself over her and kissed her lips softly.
“Me too, Precious.”
“John…” she started, her eyes clouded over. “There is something I want to talk to you about.”
I started to pull from her, but she clamped her legs around me, keeping me in her body.
“No, I want you right where you are. It’s…” She blew out a breath before meeting my eyes again. “I saw you at the club last night.”
My back tensed and I jerked as if she’d slapped me.
“What?” I wheezed the single word painfully.
“I was trying to get over you and thought being with another Dom would help, but instead I got a front-row seat to your scene.”
I stared at her, unable to figure out how she felt about what she’d seen, so I went the easier route.
“You scened with another Dom?” It hurt, but I knew we weren’t together then so I had no right.
“Yes. His name was Gabe.”
“I’m going to kill that motherfucker.” I gritted my teeth and yanked back from her, but her legs held tight.
“We didn’t have sex. It was just a spanking. I’m glad I did because he showed me what you were going through.” She winced. “That’s why I was coming to talk to you today.”
“And?” I held my breath, but I understood why she’d been careful not to touch my back. I’d never told her I was bi and worried how she’d feel about it.
“Are you okay? I mean, you were taking quite a beating.”
Maybe she hadn’t seen everything.
“I’m fine now that I have you back in my life.”
She nodded as if she wasn’t wholly convinced. “And your desire for men? Were you going to tell me about that?”
She had.
“Alix, there is only one time I am ever with men. When I’m being a submissive, which isn’t often,” I admitted.
“Do you want to talk about why you were there? Gabe said it had something to do with your past and a trigger of some kind.”
I hated discussing such a hard topic when my cock was still in her. I wanted to pace. I wanted to put space between us, but she wasn’t allowing it.
“One day I will tell you about it. Not now.” I sighed.
“That’s what you always say,” she said, frowning.
“I can’t. We can talk about anything else, but not that. Not today. Please, don’t push the topic.” I wanted to tell her. I wanted to vent my story, but I couldn’t handle any more intense emotions in one day.
“I’m going to keep asking until you tell me,” she said finally releasing me. “For now I’ll drop it though.”
“Thank you,” I whispered while closing my eyes.
Withdrawing from her, I used my destroyed shirt to wipe between her legs. The urge to shove my fingers inside her to ensure some of me stayed in her flared through me, but I resisted. Once she was clean, I tossed the shirt aside and pulled my trousers back up. I’d never been so glad I’d skipped underwear, since it gave me one less thing to deal with when I’d been so desperate to fill her.
I held up her panties in one hand and her trousers in the other. She smiled and took them before slipping them on and stepping into the heels I’d knocked off when I’d pulled them from her.
“If you’re going without, then I will too.” She winked before shrugging her coat back on.
“Does that mean since you’re going without a shirt, I should go without one as well?” I fought to not smile. I missed her saucy side and the easy conversations we had. We were back to normal, the tense air gone.
“Mmm. I’d enjoy it, but we don’t want to cause a scene. You know, because women won’t care that they are married or with their man, they’ll drool over all…” She gestured to my chest. “That.”
Shaking my head, I laughed and went to my closet for a new shirt. I pulled it on as I returned to her.
“May I?” she asked, holding up my cufflinks in her palm.
“If you wish.” I held out one arm for her. I’d never had someone dress me before, but I could get used to it. She slid the small clasp through the buttonholes before clamping it so it was secure. Switching hands, I watched her fingers as she fastened the other one. My cock was already filling from watching her doing something so caring for me.
Once she was done, she tugged my shirt closed and started doing the buttons for me. She glanced up and caught me staring with a stupid smile on my face.
“What?” She frowned.
“Nothing. I like you taking care of me. No one has ever done it before.” I shrugged as she did the last button.
“Well, I like taking care of you, so that works out good then.” She stepped back and I tucked the shirt into my trousers.
“Ready?” I sat on the bed and pulled on my shoes before tying them.
“Yep.”
Placing my hand on her back, I showed her to the elevator. I looked over at her and she smiled at me. How quickly things had gone from the worst day of my life to the best day.
