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I did the right thing, slipping out in torn clothing with nothing but the memories of that night to cherish. That night will forever be a secret I treasure and the beginning of a lifestyle I knew I couldn’t leave behind.
It’s been a long time since I’ve indulged, but now that I’m in New York City, I should be able to find a long-term play partner. I’m going to post on Rabbit Hole once I feel a bit more established, see if I can find a trusting primal player. I cannot waste my time with men like Greg ever again. I’d rather be celibate.
The coffee shop across from the office is always crowded. I settle in for at least a twenty-minute wait close to the door and pull out my phone, searching the BDSM forums on Rabbit Hole.
The coffee shop chatter fades in and out until a name stands out.
“The new girl, Zoe?”
“Yes! They apparently kicked her out of Boston for sleeping with all the men in her office.”
“All the men? How? She’s not even that pretty.”
“I know. I don’t get it.”
“Wait…I thought she was obsessed with Greg.”
“I don’t know. All I heard from Julie was that Greg was so scared, he had to get a restraining order and send her here because they were worried she was going to hurt someone! Can you believe we got stuck with the psycho lover?”
Their voices may be just whispers, but it feels as though they are screaming directly into my ear. They are spreading rumors about me, rumors that will only continue to circulate. It’s the reason everyone has been so cold toward me. People who don’t even know me won’t look at me or make conversation in common areas. I wonder what Tracy must think about all of this. Is this why she never greets me in the mornings?
Oh, God.
The knot inside my chest coils tighter, but I try to breathe through it. I pull up Dominik’s number and fire off a text before I have a chance to second-guess myself.
“Game on, Lewis. Let’s do this.”
These bitches are going to regret spreading rumors, and by the time I’m done, Greg is going to wish he never met me.
There is nothing like a five-mile run to clear my head. Stepping out of the shower, I squeeze the towel around my wet hair, feeling relaxed after my atrocious day. I keep trying to forget the words I overheard at the coffee shop earlier, but they play in my head like a broken record. And the worst part is, I have no one to blame but myself for this mess. I started sleeping with Greg knowing it would only end badly. I guess I just never anticipated that it would follow me here.
My phone buzzes on my nightstand, the screen lighting up to signify an incoming text message. The fluttering in my stomach has me walking faster toward my phone.
Dom
We’ll need to establish some ground rules.
Me
Such as?
Dom
No kissing or physical contact of any sort.
Me
So…you’re not going to get anywhere near me even though you’ve slept with half the city already? How is anyone going to buy this?
Three dots appear then disappear, three…four times before the bubbles reappear. He has no issue touching a plethora of women, but me? Not a chance. Unfathomable. Disgusting. Out of the question.
Dom
I’ll initiate the physical contact when necessary. But only when absolutely required for staging purposes.
For staging purposes? Who talks like this?
What are we even doing?
