Page 12 of Tame Me

“I wish you’d leave her,” she mutters as she stands.

“Good night, Tabby,” I say. She throws her hand up to wave me off as she leaves. We get on each other’s nerves, and both annoy Thane, but we are as close as siblings. Maybe one day I will tell them how fucking awful Missy is to me.

When Tabitha shuts the door, I stare at my phone. I fucking hate calling Missy, but I don’t want to give her any reason to come up here and visit. Right as I pick up my phone, the screen lights up for Missy’s call.

“Hello,” I say with a sigh.

“What the fuck are you doing? Why haven’t you called me?” Missy nags.

“Today was intake, Missy. I’ve been busy all day,” I say.

“Are those crazy people more important?” she asks harshly.

Yes, actually.

“No,” I say as non-confrontationally as possible.

“You don’t fucking act like it. My friends were right about you. Your job always comes first.”

“Did you call me just to complain about me?” I ask. “How was your day?”

“Well, I spent all fucking day cleaning because you didn’t help me when you were home,” she snaps.

“I am literally home for a few days at a time. Why should I have to clean up your mess?” I ask.

“Are you stupid or something? This is your house, too. Do you not give a shit about me? I bust my ass to support you and this stupid job, and this is the thanks I get?”

“Support me?” I laugh. “All you do is complain and wreck the house that I pay for.”

“This is my house,” she growls.

“Then you can pay the fucking bills,” I say louder. “God damnit, you are such an ungrateful bitch, Missy. No fucking wonder I’d rather spend my time here with clients than with you.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” she screams into the phone. I hold it away from my face so I don’t get a busted eardrum. Damn, she’s loud. “Are you fucking someone there? You refuse most of the time to fuck me, so you must be getting it somewhere, right? Who is she?”

“Jesus Christ, Missy,” I sigh. “Really? Why does everything have to be about me fucking someone? Have you ever considered that I just don’t want to have sex?”

“I’m not doing this over the phone. Come outside and talk to me,” Missy huffs.

“What? Why the fuck are you here?” I snap as I stand up to walk out of my office.

“You wouldn’t call me back, so I came up to see you. Why? You hiding someone in there?” she asks.

“No, Missy,” I say with a sigh.

“Then come outside and talk to me,” she says. “Please?”

“Fine,” I say, smashing the down button for the elevator. “Where are you parked?”

“Off to the side,” she says with a happier tone.

“Be there in a second,” I say, ending the call and slipping my phone into my pocket.

I hate her so fucking much. I know what’s going to happen. She is going to try to get me to fuck her, and if I say no, she will cause a scene. She’s been trying for months now to get pregnant and trap me, but I refuse to let that happen.

I recently found out that they have developed a male birth control pill, so I have been taking it. She doesn’t know, and she would absolutely lose her shit if she did know. I can’t get her to prevent pregnancy, and she will just poke a hole in condoms or take them off me, so I found another way.

It sucks because unless I use force against her, I just have to deal with it. The last thing I want to do is be considered weak for not being able to handle a woman half my size, but I also don’t want to go to jail because I knocked her the fuck out for forcibly making me come, hitting me, calling me awful names, or anything else she does.