over her waist.
The next morning, I’m up
before her, since I have morning skate. I leave her a breakfast sandwich on the
counter with a note that says to make herself at home and that I will be back
about 1 p.m. If I could chain her to the bed, I would. Fear sits heavy on my
chest. Fear that she will be gone when I get home.
Chapter
Six: Darcy
I wake up and stretch my
deliciously sore muscles and look around the room. It’s only then that the bright
red and green catches my eye in the sea of dark furnishings that is Finn’s bedroom.
It’s one of my originals. No idea how I missed it before. It’s the vase of red
amaryllis flowers, with beautiful contrasting long green stems in a background
of pale yellow sunlight that I painted the morning they were delivered. It’s
stunning in contrast to the room full of black and white. I can’t believe I
didn’t notice it last night. The red jumps out at you so vibrantly that you
can’t help but be captivated by it. The other two colors compliment the vibrant
tones of the watercolor.
At first, I’m pleased. It
warms my insides to think he liked my work enough to buy it and add it as the
only color piece to the place, but then my blood runs cold with the thought of
his words last night. Claiming me and demanding I allow it. I can’t fool myself
into believing it will last forever. It can’t. I’m certain once he knows all
about me, he’ll be done. It’s better if I end it now rather than deal with the
pain he’ll cause me later. I’ve already been down that road before and the way
he talked about wanting me only for him makes it clear to me he won’t be okay
with my role and my kink at Eden’s Odyssey.
I leap out of bed, throw my clothes
on. Not bothering to brush my teeth, I just grab my stuff to go. On the way out,
I spot the sandwich and note. He wants me here when he gets back, but if I’m
here, he’ll think I’m okay with him claiming me. I can’t give in. I knew it was
going to be a bad idea to see him again, but I couldn’t seem to help myself.
The term moth to a flame flashes through my mind and makes me feel a
little sick. I snatch the sandwich up, because let’s face it, I’m starved, and
I lock the door before I pull it closed behind me. I wave a cab down and go
home. I shower faster than I ever have, dress and leave. I need to make a visit
to see Georgia anyway. Now is the best time. I turn off my phone, so it doesn’t
start ringing and make me feel guilty for not answering.
I hole up in a motel about
two hours north of the city after I visit Georgia, my little sister. I spend
the next day with her and head back to the city just in time for work. I timed
it so Finn would be on a flight to Colorado by then, and I wouldn’t worry about
facing him again.
It’s eight when I walk in the
door. My staff greets me as they always do in a polite and professional manner,
but they’re more to me than just my staff. I have a unique relationship with
all of them. I trust them with my biggest secrets and rely on them for so many
things. I’m closest with James though, and I find him waiting in one of the high-back
leather chairs across from my desk reading over a report when I walk through
the door to my spacious office. His smile is bright against his olive toned
skin as he greets me.
James is my guy best friend
and has been such since we broke up eight years ago. We were great friends and
good lovers but our kinks weren’t the same, and it caused some heated battles,
so after much discussion, a nasty incident and a lot of tears, we split. It
took us a year to get comfortable enough to talk about other lovers, but we
finally made it there. So James knows me well enough to understand
something is wrong.
He tosses the report on to my
desk and sits up taller in the chair running a hand through his floppy blond
hair. Between the hair and the long, muscular but lanky build, he always reminds
me of a California surfer boy. “What’s
The next morning, I’m up
before her, since I have morning skate. I leave her a breakfast sandwich on the
counter with a note that says to make herself at home and that I will be back
about 1 p.m. If I could chain her to the bed, I would. Fear sits heavy on my
chest. Fear that she will be gone when I get home.
Chapter
Six: Darcy
I wake up and stretch my
deliciously sore muscles and look around the room. It’s only then that the bright
red and green catches my eye in the sea of dark furnishings that is Finn’s bedroom.
It’s one of my originals. No idea how I missed it before. It’s the vase of red
amaryllis flowers, with beautiful contrasting long green stems in a background
of pale yellow sunlight that I painted the morning they were delivered. It’s
stunning in contrast to the room full of black and white. I can’t believe I
didn’t notice it last night. The red jumps out at you so vibrantly that you
can’t help but be captivated by it. The other two colors compliment the vibrant
tones of the watercolor.
At first, I’m pleased. It
warms my insides to think he liked my work enough to buy it and add it as the
only color piece to the place, but then my blood runs cold with the thought of
his words last night. Claiming me and demanding I allow it. I can’t fool myself
into believing it will last forever. It can’t. I’m certain once he knows all
about me, he’ll be done. It’s better if I end it now rather than deal with the
pain he’ll cause me later. I’ve already been down that road before and the way
he talked about wanting me only for him makes it clear to me he won’t be okay
with my role and my kink at Eden’s Odyssey.
I leap out of bed, throw my clothes
on. Not bothering to brush my teeth, I just grab my stuff to go. On the way out,
I spot the sandwich and note. He wants me here when he gets back, but if I’m
here, he’ll think I’m okay with him claiming me. I can’t give in. I knew it was
going to be a bad idea to see him again, but I couldn’t seem to help myself.
The term moth to a flame flashes through my mind and makes me feel a
little sick. I snatch the sandwich up, because let’s face it, I’m starved, and
I lock the door before I pull it closed behind me. I wave a cab down and go
home. I shower faster than I ever have, dress and leave. I need to make a visit
to see Georgia anyway. Now is the best time. I turn off my phone, so it doesn’t
start ringing and make me feel guilty for not answering.
I hole up in a motel about
two hours north of the city after I visit Georgia, my little sister. I spend
the next day with her and head back to the city just in time for work. I timed
it so Finn would be on a flight to Colorado by then, and I wouldn’t worry about
facing him again.
It’s eight when I walk in the
door. My staff greets me as they always do in a polite and professional manner,
but they’re more to me than just my staff. I have a unique relationship with
all of them. I trust them with my biggest secrets and rely on them for so many
things. I’m closest with James though, and I find him waiting in one of the high-back
leather chairs across from my desk reading over a report when I walk through
the door to my spacious office. His smile is bright against his olive toned
skin as he greets me.
James is my guy best friend
and has been such since we broke up eight years ago. We were great friends and
good lovers but our kinks weren’t the same, and it caused some heated battles,
so after much discussion, a nasty incident and a lot of tears, we split. It
took us a year to get comfortable enough to talk about other lovers, but we
finally made it there. So James knows me well enough to understand
something is wrong.
He tosses the report on to my
desk and sits up taller in the chair running a hand through his floppy blond
hair. Between the hair and the long, muscular but lanky build, he always reminds
me of a California surfer boy. “What’s
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