Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
What if I told him and he hated me? What if he felt used?
I freaked out a little, so I gathered my clothes and ran like a coward.
Reality set in about five minutes after I got home and the panic receded. I left him alone in bed instead of telling him the truth.
If I ever needed to know why my life is a mess, this is my answer. Me. I'm the problem, just like my parents always said. I'm a crazy person. There is no other explanation.
"You left Micah Borden in bed. Alone."
"Why do you have to keep reminding me?" I cry. "I've been beating myself up about it ever since I snuck out. I didn't stop crying for hours after I got home!"
"Jesus." Corey blinks, taken aback. "You cried over him?"
"I really like him, Corey," I whisper. "Like, really freaking like him. If I'd known what to ask for, I would have asked for him."
"It was that good, huh?" My best friend laughs quietly. "I can't believe you gave up your V-Card in a BDSM club and promptly fell in love. Jesus Christ, Davina. This is the most you thing ever."
"I didn't give it up in a BDSM club." I blush, averting my gaze because there's no way I can look him in the eyes and talk about this. He can talk about sex with a straight face, but I still stutter and stumble through every conversation. "We, um, fooled around in the orgy room and then he took me upstairs to a private apartment that's not part of the club."
"Hold the fucking phone." Corey jumps to his feet, his face a thundercloud. "He took you into a fucking orgy?"
"What? No! Jeez. No." I blink up at him. "The room wasn't in use."
My best friend continues to glower at me, disapproval stamped into every line of his face. "So there was no orgy?"
"No orgy." I hold up my pinky for him to hook his through. Once he does, his expression softens, making me smile. "So, you can take me to a BDSM club and hand me off to a stranger, but you draw the line at me participating in orgies?"
"Until last night, you'd never even been kissed, Davina. He told me he wanted to talk to you in private. If he lied, I was going to be pissed about it." He shrugs. "A good Dom can be trusted, regardless of whether he's your Dom or not."
I cock my head to the side, smiling up at him. "You're not so bad at this best friend thing, you know? I think I'll keep you."
"Bitch, I'm fabulous." He strikes a pose, cracking me up. I love him. We met my very first day at the law firm and have been inseparable ever since. He was my first friend in Silver Spoon Falls, and I wouldn't trade him for anything.
"How'd you know he's a Dom?"
Corey throws his head back and laughs. "This is Silver Spoon Falls, Davina. Every kinky bitch in this town knows Micah is a Daddy."
"Oh," I whisper, my stomach twisting uncomfortably.
"It's odd, though."
"What is?"
"Rumor is that he hasn't been with anyone in years." Corey's eyes practically bore into me. "Until last night."
"What a strange rumor," I say, blinking wide, innocent eyes at him.
He doesn't buy my crap for a second. He knows me too well. "Spill it. Now. That man had fucking hearts beating out of his eyes for you. What do you have to do with his celibacy?"
"He saw me on campus two years ago and has been trying to find me ever since," I say in a rush. "He said I'm the only thing he's wanted in years."
"Wow."
I bob my head in a nod. My head might still be spinning over that revelation.
"So…what are you going to do?"
"Do?"
"You ran out on him, Davina," he says, spelling it out for me. "After he spent two years trying to find you. Are you really going to make him wait until tomorrow to see you again? He's probably going out of his mind with worry. He was ready to rip my fucking arms off just for touching you last night. Do you really think he's just chillaxing at home, cool as a cucumber right now?"
"Oh," I whisper, my heart sinking. "Oh no."
"Exactly. You need to get your gorgeous ass in the shower and go get your man."
I throw the blanket off my lap, leaping to my feet so fast I nearly fall on my face. I'm halfway across the living room before I remember that I don't know where he lives or what to do or what to wear or…Jesus. I need Jesus. Actually, I need my gay best friend because I'm not sure Jesus and all his saints can help me right now, but my gay best friend definitely can.
"I need help!" I squeak, spinning to face Corey. "I need his address and clothes and…stuff. Lots of stuff."