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“I don’t see what there is to talk about.”
Brandon glanced around us, pointing out a coffee shop across from my office.
“You don’t start until nine a.m. Let’s just grab a coffee. My treat.”
I hesitated, knowing I had plenty of time. I’d been aiming to get in early and finish as much work as possible before Mr West arrived.
Eventhinkinghis name made me feel nauseous.
“So?” Brandon searched my eyes, and I blinked, sighing.
“Fine, but I can’t be long.”
“Yeah, I know, you have a monster boss.”
I shrugged, striding across the road to the coffee shop. I didn’t want to make small talk with Brandon, but part of me needed this closure, too. We’d ended so abruptly. Not that I missed him; I didn’t.
Being with my trio showed how I liked my men: rough yet gentle, funny yet intelligent, and always gentlemanly.
Even though Reign hasn’t spoken to me since the limo conversation, I was due to see all three of them tonight. A flutter of nerves in my stomach reminded me how nervous I was about seeing all three at the club.
They needed to talk to me, Tye had said. About what?
I perched on the edge of the chair while Brandon ordered our coffees; his large and black, mine milky and full of sugar. I wondered whether to unbutton my coat, but I wasn't staying, so it was unnecessary. The aroma of coffee beans and the sound of steam soothed me until Brandon placed a large cup before me.
“I miss you, Lizzie. I miss us.”
I closed my eyes, knowing this was his battle cry.
Did he think this would work with me? Did he know me at all?
“You should’ve thought of that before you put your dick in that Domme.” I snapped.
If I hadn’t fucked Reign straight after, I would probably still be in bed crying. How dared he assume that I would take him back?
It would be laughable if it weren’t such a sorry state of affairs.
Brandon stared at his coffee, his eyes flashing with guilt. “I know. I got carried away with the whole Domme thing,” he mutters, scrunching his eyes shut. “I should’ve never taken you there.”
I remained silent, wondering what would’ve happened if he didn’t.
A part of me had been awoken in that club. A part of me I hadn’t known existed. Control had never been so sexy.
“Lizzie?”
Submitting was easy. Letting the three Doms devour me one after the other, night after night, sent shivers down my spine.
“Lizzie!”
I blinked back into reality, To Brandon eyeing me suspiciously.
“But you did because you clearly wanted something we didn’t have,” I pointed out. “I’m not a Domme, and neither are you.”
My words settled on Brandon, his eyes narrowing in realisation. The girl he’d been with for years had a side to her he’d never seen and would never see in his life.
It wasn’t my fault. He didn’t even try to give me an orgasm, for fucks sake.
Brandon choked on his coffee, glaring at me. “You want a Dom, is that it?”
