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"Well, because she's my roommate and it's the respectful thing to do. I know she will ask questions if I'm practically living with you."
"You're not living with me." I said quickly and she frowned.
"I know. But spending five days a week with you at your place is practically living with you." She pulled on the fabric of her cream pencil skirt, stressing it. "She deserves an explanation and I don't have one so I'm going to stay home tonight."
"No you're not." I shook my head. The thought of having to go an entire night without burying myself inside her was too much to bear. I couldn't do it. "You're coming home with me." I pulled to the curb of Liv Books Café and smiled at the name. She chose well.
"You can't tell me what I can and cannot do." She set her hand on the door handle and I felt my heart grow heavy in my chest. If she stepped out of the car and walked away, I didn't know what I would do. I would be forced to chase her down. I would be forced to abandon my car in the no parking zone to chase her and convince her to somehow change her mind. Rather than having to deal with the hassle of that, I shoulder checked and floored it back into traffic.
"Jace!" Olivia cried. "What are you doing?"
"We have something to discuss and you're not running away from me until we've figured it out."
"Oh Hell," She moaned, covering her eyes with her hand. "You're serious."
"I don't joke when it comes to you. You know this." I signaled into another lane.
She groaned. "Jace, this isn't normal."
She didn't think I knew that already? Of course I knew it wasn't normal! None of this was normal. The fact that I couldn't get enough of her wasn't normal. The fact that I wanted her again after having her so many times wasn't normal. Instead, like an ass, I pulled out the facts. Because that's all I have. "My submissives are 24/7, Olivia."
She shot me a glare. "I'll be your submissive in the bedroom and I will try my hardest to be there five nights out of the week. But I have a life." She shook her head on a sigh. "Apparently your other submissives allowed their lives to revolve around you and only you. I won't be like that, Jace." She focused steely eyes on me and said again. "I will never very be that way. You need to let go of that ridiculous idea."
"You agreed,"
She cut me off. "I agreed to allow you to use my body for sex. Nothing else. My life is still mine." Her hand shook as she unbuckled her seat belt. "Pull over."
"No."
"Pull over or I am jumping out at the next red light."
"Grow up, Olivia."
"You grow up."
She tugged on the door handle. "Are you fucking kidding me?" I yelled and she flinched. "You're really starting to piss me off."
"Get over it." She snapped as the car rolled to a stop at a red light. I watched with tight fists on the steering wheel as she pushed herself from the car and ran across the road onto the sidewalk.
I watched her run. I was fucking fuming. I felt my heart thunder against the cage in my chest. My hands were sweaty against the steering wheel and my throat felt tight with anger. I was livid.
When I got my hands on her…she would know just how angry she'd made me. Without thinking twice about the rage I felt building in my chest, I took my next right to circle my way back to her café.
***
Who the hell did he think he was? I shifted my purse higher onto my shoulder and cursed the sexy high heels I wore. Damn! These were not the shoes to walk a few New York blocks in. I should have taken Jace's insane craziness into consideration when I dressed for work. But I hadn't. Instead, I had been sated by sex. Yes, I was slowly coming onto Jace's way of numbing my mind from pushing discussion of things he didn't agree with. Slowly, I was beginning to understand Jace felt he could control every aspect of my life. Had I in some weird way given him that assumption? Was I the reason he was hell bent on controlling me?
Oh God - I needed a release. My emotions were too much and I felt as though I were about to suffocate. I needed an outlet and I knew I couldn't exactly call Jace for sex…as good as I knew it would be. I needed the next best thing. Without thought or consideration, I hailed a taxi, jumped in, rambled an address and fished my phone from my purse. I dialed Trisha's number and was surprised when the first ring was cut short.
"Where are you, Liv?" She asked.
"I'll be a few hours, Trisha." I winced before continuing. "Can you stay?"
"Everything here is fine." She said breezily. "The girls you hired are all amazing. And Franco is pretty great too. The women love him."
