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“When I turned around, he was gone.”

“What the fuck? Did he leave?”

I didn’t know for sure, but I suspected that to be the case. Whoever Matt was, he had a history with Zeke. And based on Matt’s patronizing attitude, it hadn’t ended on a good note.

Case stopped on the stairs as though he was going to turn back around.

“Come on, Case. Let’s get changed. No way can we stay here and let that asshole start shit. I am not losin’ my membership to this club.”

Although that was the least of my worries at the moment.

Case and I had to go to Zeke. We had to figure out what was going on and why he had bolted. That was very unlike him, and I didn’t like the thought of him being by himself.

Especially if he was hurting.

The man might’ve been hard-core and standoffish in most things he did, but he was as human as the rest of us. It was possible he didn’t want people to know they had the power to hurt him, but he wasn’t a superhero.

And Matt was a fucking moron if he seriously believed there was a single person out there who could shut himself down indefinitely.

Certainly not Zeke.

CHAPTER 30

Zeke

Not only was I a shitty Sadist, I was a shitty Dom in general.

The instant I had recognized Matt, I left my fuck toys at the club. Up and left them without a word.

Did I regret it?

No.

I was sure they’d gotten enough from Matt to know that I could never live up to their ridiculously high expectations. I could never be the man they believed me to be. Yes, I was fucking human. Yes, I had fallen in love with Matt and thought for some stupid fucking reason that I could spend the rest of my life with him.

I still remember the day it had all gone to shit. It was forever etched in my memory.

“What’s going on here?” Matt asked when he walked in my front door.

Finally. It felt as though I’d waited forever for him to get here. I couldn’t explain the reasons for my nervous anticipation, but I was practically vibrating with energy. For the first time in a long time, excitement fueled me.

I had cooked dinner for the two of us, hoping for some quiet time at home. It was Friday, and we generally went to the club, but I wanted something different, something more intimate. Although I knew he enjoyed it, I wasn’t up to beating on him in front of dozens of people.

“I cooked,” I told him with a smile.

He frowned, his body rigid as though he wasn’t sure if he should stay or go. “What do you mean you cooked? Why aren’t you ready for the club?”

“We’re not going to the club.” I figured that was enough of an explanation. Matt was the type who liked for me to be dominant in every aspect of our lives, including when I spoke to him. So, I would put my foot down this time.

“Why not?” His normally cool tone sounded slightly petulant, as though he was gearing up to argue like a teenager who’d been banned from going out.

He looked around as though I couldn’t possibly find something to entertain us at my place. It was true, we rarely came here. Matt preferred to go to the club whenever it was open. Sometimes I felt as though I spent more time there than I did anywhere else.

Although I’d asked him to stay the night with me a few times, Matt had always turned me down, insisting that he liked the space we had because it made our encounters that much hotter. And he wasn’t wrong. However, I’d started to want more than just the wild, rough sex we had. We’d been together for a year and a half to the day, and I was ready to move things to the next level. Tonight, over the dinner I had worked hard to make, I was going to ask Matt to move in.

“Because I have other plans,” I said simply. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to eat.”

“If I don’t mind?” He sounded horrified. “Are you asking me what I want?”