Not what Jonathan was expecting at all.
***TRIGGER WARNING - Nonconsensual sex acts and acts of violence*** I wake up about two hours later to Jonathan ripping the sheets off of me. “Hey, babe. What’s going on?” I ask groggily. He flips me over and smacks my ass. Not hard. It’s not like he’s trying to hurt me or punish me or anything. But it’s definitely hard enough to wake me up. “What did you call me?” he asks and his voice is all domination and steel. So we’re in the mood for a scene, huh? This is somewhat unusual. Typically, Jonathan will tell me that he wants to do a scene, asking what my limits are or if I want to try anything new. It’s not like we’ve never done a scene out of the blue, just that it’s not the norm. “I’m sorry, sir,” I say over my shoulder. “What can I do to make it up to you?” “Starfish position. Face down on the bed. Head at the bottom of the bed,” he demands. “Yes, sir.” I immediately move to the center of the bed, throw the pillows and blankets to the floor, and spread my legs
I can’t believe that I did that. I’ve never had a sub need to use their safe word with me unless they specifically asked me to push them to their limits. And for me to do that to Alexis? I was just so fucking angry with her. It was like I couldn’t control it. You know, one of the things that attracted me about being a dom was the need for control my anger. Being a dom forced me to keep a tight rein on my anger. Something that was always all consuming once I realized that my entire life had been planned out for me since the day that my family found out that I would be a boy. Yeah, the anger had eased up a bit when I was able to take control of my own life. It eased even more when my parents figured otu that I was going to go my own way no matter what they said. But it was still a knee jerk reaction whenever something really fucked up the plans of something important to me. Like when I saw that resignation letter from Alexis in her inbox. How could she be thinking abou
It’s been two days since Jonathan and I had our fight. I’ve been getting up at the ass crack of dawn, showering, and then leaving for the majority of the day. Today, I went downstairs to the ballroom. They set up tables and internet, as well as coffee machines and pre-packaged snacks. Everyone was set up at least 10 feet apart, though I kept my mask on the entire time. Before coming downstairs, I made sure to move the fax, printer, and Keurig over to the table where Jonathan works. I didn’t want to have to worry about him demanding that I be around to get anything for him. I was fairly certain that Jonathan had never been in the ballroom, so he wouldn’t recognize where I was. I just…I needed a day away from him. The funny thing was that he never asked me where I was. It hurt. Almost like he didn’t care. Maybe he didn’t. Maybe he said all that shit to me in the passion of the moment and didn’t really mean it. Thing was, I meant it. I love him. So damn much. But I al
When I came back from the gym, Alexis wasn’t there. It isn’t anything new. I’ve barely seen her over the last two days. I don’t notice that anything’s amiss until I’m in the shower. My hand is reaching for my shampoo, my eyes closed against the spray of the water. I move my hand along the tops of the bottles, knowing that Alexis’s shampoo and conditioner are first, followed by mine. One bottle top. Two bottle tops. But where there should be a third, there’s nothing. I flail my hand around a bit, looking for my bottles of shampoo. But again, nothing there. I pull back from under the spray of the shower and rub the water out of my eyes before looking around the stall. And I notice that all of her stuff is gone. I look all over the stall, frantic, like her things will magically appear behind me or in the corner. But there’s nothing there. I stick my head out of the shower, checking to see if her stuff is on the bathroom counter. But everything’s gone. Her make up
Jonathan blows up my phone for the rest of the weekend. He bangs on the door, asking, begging, demanding that I let him in. To talk to him. To let him apologize. I don’t. I have no idea what I should say. I feel like I should apologize for making him upset, but what did I really do? I wrote a resignation letter that I never sent. How is that such a horrible thing? It helped me get my thoughts out without exploding all over him. Because I was going to explode. If I hadn’t gotten my thoughts out, it would have become an argument. Easy. So I spilled it out onto an email. Yeah, I probably shouldn’t have saved it on my work email. It easily could have gotten sent by accident. But I prefer to write our my emotions and then go back and look at it later. It helps me process those feelings and see what’s real and what isn’t. I never meant for Jonathan to see it. I never meant for anyone to see it. And I don’t think that I should be apologizing for that. What Jon
One month later… “Ms. Clark, do you know where the projections for the Kellerman project are?” I call to my assistant. I feel like I’m loosing my mind. I’ve looked everywhere that I can think of to try and find this paperwork and I can’t seem to find it anywhere. “Sir, I believe you left it in your inbox,” my PA calls from the hall. I’ve been working from the office since I’ve returned to the States and my new PA, Robin Clark, has been working here with me. There are a few other people working in the office, but I believe that we are the only ones on this floor. It makes it nice that I only have to wear a mask when she comes into the room. Robin’s learning curve has been fairly steep, but that’s understandable, since I worked with Alexis for nearly five years. She knew everything about me and seemed to anticipate what I would want or need before I even asked for it. I push away the thought of Alexis. Every time that I think of her, I get this painful twinge in my chest an
This has been a really rough month. When I left London in a panic after everything went down with Jonathan, I thought I’d get home, talk things out with some friends, and then be able to talk to Jonathan after I’d dealt with it. I don’t know if we would still be together, or if I would still be his secretary, but I knew that he would want to do what he could for the twins. Imagine my surprise when Rosalyn called me the next morning to go over my severance package. Jonathan had fired me. After finding out that I was pregnant with twins, his twins, he fired me. And then had the gall to say that I had turned in my resignation letter. Rosalyn sputtered and fell all over herself to try and understand what was going on. It’s not like she was going to call me a liar, but she couldn’t exactly say that Jonathan was one either. She had come on to the call thinking that we had either broken up or that we determined that it would be better for me to work elsewhere while we were togethe
“What do you mean she left?” I demand of the man in front of me. We’re standing in what used to be Alexis’s apartment. It’s the day after I had Robin call the firm’s private investigator, Eugene Harvey. Obviously, the first place that he went to was Alexis’s apartment. But he called me an hour after he arrived at Alexis’s apartment. “Boss,” he said the second I picked up. The man is good, but he has this odd habit of calling everyone “boss.” “Ya gotta get down here. I sent cha the address.” “What’s going on, Eugene?” I asked him. “She’s not here, boss. I got the building owner on his way. You come and we’ll make a plan,” Eugene said. “What do you mean? She might be at the doctor’s or the grocery store.” I didn’t really understand his urgency. I mean, I didn’t like that she’s out in about during COVID, while pregnant with my babies. She should be sitting at home with every one of her whims catered to. I should be there beside her. Fuck! I really screwed up. “N
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I’m standing outside of the girls’ apartment, my old apartment, with a picnic basket of baked goods and a cooler with drinks, fruits, and icings to add. I have muffins, cinnamon rolls, danishes, cinnamon raisin bread, and fresh bagels. Ok, I went a little overboard. I can admit that. I’m just so fucking anxious about this whole thing that I don’t know how to handle my feelings right now. I had been awake when Andie had texted me last night, contemplating what Angel had said to me earlier that day. I’d actually been looking at pictures of Andie and Jaime on my phone when I got the text. We’d been so happy before this whole thing started. I miss them. So damn much and it took losing them to understand what I’d done wrong. I didn’t even have to think twice about it, I immediately texted her back that I would bring breakfast. And then I fell to sleep without any issue. Granted, I’d only gotten a few hours in bed, since I had to make deliveries to the bakery this morning.
I’ve been tossing and turning in bed all night after listening to everything Angel and Maddie said tonight. “You three belong together.” “He loves you.” “He wants you back.” “What do you have to lose if you do call him?” I know what my heart wants. I also know what my heart is afraid is going to happen. How can I allow him to possibly hurt me, us, all over again? What’s the definition of insanity? Doing something the same way over and over again and expecting a different result? Wouldn’t it just be insanity to allow him back into our lives again and hoping for a different result. Though both Angel and Marta have said that he’s reducing his hours at the business, that they’ve hired a lot of new people, and that he’s learned his lesson. Could it be true? Could he have really changed for us, even if he didn’t think that we’d be there for him? I don’t know. We’ve been in bed since midnight and it’s 3 am. With a huge sigh, I get up and grab my robe. I tie the robe
Jaime and I go about making dinner in silence. We are a well oiled machine at this point, moving easily around each other in our kitchen. Angel and her partner Maddie are coming over tonight for dinner and to play cards. It’s something that we started up in college with Angel. A weekly card game. Each week, someone picks the game that we play and once a year, each of us is supposed to introduce a new card game. We use candy and snack foods for any games that require betting. It’s more to hang out and have fun than anything else. Maddie and Angel have been very careful of who they let in their circle, as have we, so we all feel comfortable being around each other, even with COVID still happening. Unfortunately, this is how much of our life has been since Jorge left. Just a silent orbit around each other. Hold each other through the tears and the pain. But not really talking. I mean, what was there to say? We were enough for each other, but not for the man that we love
“Angel, do you have tomorrow’s shipment of bread all packaged? Carmello’s needs the delivery an hour early. I’d like to be able to have everything on rolling carts so I can just load up the trucks the second I get here,” I call to Angel. When she first started working with me, I had brought Angel on just as a delivery driver. But over the last two months, I have consciously tried to pull myself back from the business and I’ve made Angel a partner. We have three drivers, a part-time baker, and two part-time packagers. I’ve cut my hours back so that I’m working nine hour days, as opposed to the 16 hour days I was working before. The only reason that I’m driving tomorrow is because our early morning guy took tomorrow off. Otherwise, I’ve even built in my Wednesdays and Sundays as days off. “Yes, everythings all ready. Just waiting for the last batch to finish cooling before we get it packaged. I’ll get that done in the next hour,” Angel tells me. I let out a huge sigh. “O
It’s been a week since our last interaction with Jorge. We’ve been communicating via text and notes left at the apartment. The morning after our break up, Jorge was gone by the time Andie and I woke up. He had packed a bag and left a note saying that he would be in and out while Andie and I were at work over the coming week. He’s moving into an apartment over his parents’ restaurant. It was a place that his dad used as an office and that one family member or another would crash at when they were in the dog house with their wives or girlfriends. Not a bad place, but also not a place for someone with as successful a business as Jorge’s. Unfortunately, with COVID still pretty bad, Jorge has elected to stay in a place where only family has been until things blow over a bit. Trying to decide what belongs to who out of our stuff over text is difficult. I had honestly thought that Jorge was the one. The guy that I was going to spend the rest of my life with. When we added Andie
In that way that grief between people who love each other will sometimes turn sexual, when Jorge turns to Jaime and kisses her, she kisses him back. I lean in and kiss the side of his face. He turns towards me and God does it feel good to kiss him. I’ve missed him so damn much. It’s been too damn long. Jaime brings his mouth back to her, their kiss hungry and desperate. My hands go to the bottom of the hoodie he’s wearing and I rip it off of him. Jaime finds his mouth again and I lean down, licking his nipples. He groans into Jaime’s mouth and his body tenses in his arousal. He loves having his nipples played with. At the same time, I rake my nails down his abs. Jorge pulls back from Jaime’s mouth to look down at me. “Please. I need you both.” His voice is so full of need. I look at Jaime, asking if she’s ok with this. Because this is going to be an end. Not a reconciliation. But I want this. I need him. Jaime nods, both of us seeing the motion. Jorge surg
Andie looks between Jaime and me and seems to immediately know what’s going on. She’s always had that ability. To take a situation in at a glance and know exactly what is going on. I guess that’s what makes her so good at programming. And at calling me on my bullshit. Ever since the day that I triggered Jaime’s meltdown, Andie has been more aloof with me. I guess she realized that the promises that I made to her and Jaime, while heartfelt and genuine, weren’t ones that I could keep. I feel like the time that I managed to get after that was more for Jaime’s benefit than Andie’s. As introverted and quiet as she appears, Andie doesn’t take bullshit from anyone. She’s given me more rope than I deserve. But it seems that it was just enough for me to hang myself with. “How far are we into this conversation?” Andie asks. I stare at her, surprised at how calmly she can address this. Jaime is the one that answers. “I’ve told him that he isn’t treating us like priorities an
I’m sitting on the couch flipping through the channels on the TV when Jorge walks in. It’s been two days since our failed date and this is the first time that I’ve seen him in more then passing. He’s dressed in sweats and a tank, his hair wet from a shower. He must have just come back from a run. Andie and I have been sleeping in her old room ever since our failed date night. With the hours that he’s been keeping, I don’t really know what he’s up to. I don’t know that I really can muster up the ability to care. Each time I do, it just seems to hurt me a little more. “Hey…” Jorge says tentatively. He walks in the room and sits on the arm of the couch. I glance over at him. “Hey,” I say, turning my attention back to the TV. “Um…where’s Andie?” he asks, like he’s not sure what to say. “Doctor’s appointment and then grocery shopping.” My responses aren’t angry, but they are short and I don’t turn my attention back to him. Instead I give the remote the voice command to tu