Her Fears

Blake’s POV

I’m still reeling from what happened. I actually dominated Chase, really took control, and now I’m waiting for the moment my mind wakes up and realises it was just a dream. This isn’t like me—at least, I never thought it was. My entire life, I’ve been quiet, someone who follows orders and rarely stands up for myself.

With Chase, I did more than just take control. I dominated him, in a way I have never dominated anyone before. It felt incredible, like finally tasting the power of being in charge, but now? That urge to dominate or control is gone.

“I need to go to work,” Dhalia’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts, and I turn to face her.

“No, you don’t,” Chase’s words come out firm, and I almost shrink back, expecting anger or resentment over what happened. Instead, he walks in and sits beside me.

“I do, I need the job,” Dhalia insists.

“No, you don’t need that job. You’re not scrubbing toilets,” Chase retorts, glaring at her.

“Lots of people do it, Chase. What’s the problem