21
Iget a text from Samuel in the afternoon.
Change of plans. How about a meal at my place?
My breath hitches. I don’t like the idea of that at all.
I prefer the restaurant idea, I reply.
My daughter will be there. You could bring Ethan. I make a great meatloaf.
It sounds innocent enough. I suppose I could. Maybe he’s trying to save money.
Sure… sounds good. Where do you live?
He sends me his address and we agree on a time. I’m looking forward to it, but I also have a nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach. Suddenly, I feel like I’m involved with three different men: Samuel, Weston, and Donovan.
And I’m not sure I can handle them all.
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I wakeup on Friday with a sore bum. I’m looking at my reflection in the wall mirror, standing in nothing but a t-shirt and undies. I pull up the hem of my panties, and see that he’s left an impressive bruise. I’m fascinated by it. I don’t know how I feel about it. It’s kind of a turn-on, but also a little unsettling.
“Mommy booboo,” Ethan says, making me jump about a foot.
I attempt to catch my breath again. “Ethan… jeez. You can’t sneak up on people like that.” As soon as I say the words, I realize how silly they are — the kid is two.
“Mommy hurt?” he asks, pouting.
I kneel down and give him a hug. “Mommy is okay.” Mommy is more than okay. Mommy is getting her bum bitten by a delicious tall glass of a man. Life could definitely be worse.
We head to the kitchen for breakfast, and I shoot a quick text to Weston.
You left a mark yesterday. I hope you’re proud of yourself. :)
My phone pings as I’m pouring Ethan a bowl of his favorite cereal.
Yes, I am. I want to leave my mark on you, so you’ll think of me when I’m not with you.
I smile.
Why, that’s quite possessive, Mr. Hanson.
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You’re mine.
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I laugh.You wish
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Send me a photo. Boss Man wants to see what he’s done to his little grasshopper.
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You are such a sadist.
