Page 31 of His Turn

Chapter Nine - Bric

“Hey,” I say when Jordan answers his phone. “You busy?”

“I’m in court today, so yeah, kinda. Why?” he asks. “What’s up?”

“Did you talk to Nadia last night? After we dropped her off.”

“No.” He laughs. “Sorry. I meant to, but I made the mistake of checking my email when I got home and…” He sighs. “This fucking job, ya know? Kinda interfering with my sex life.” A small chuckle escapes at his joke.

“Hmm,” I say. I cannot get that sneaky bitch out of my mind.

“I will though, Bric. Don’t worry. I’ll call her at lunch. You want me to set something up for tonight?”

“No,” I say. Then, “Yeah. I mean I just wanted to know if she called you and you guys had…” Jesus. I cannot fucking believe I fell for her shit.

“Had? What?”

“We had phone sex last night.”

“Fuck, she’s good at that, right? We’ve done it a couple times too.”

“She was trying to control me, Jordan. And she lied. She told me she called you first and you guys played the same little game.”

“Well, we’ve done it a few times. But not last night. Like I said, I got distracted with fucking work.”

“And she’s always the one who initiates?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Why? I just told you why. She’s using it as a way to control us.”

“Maybe,” he says. I can practically feel him shrug. “But it’s pretty fun.”

“This is a big deal, Jordan. She came to you as a top. She cannot fucking have control in this arrangement. Fuck that. And what she did last night was manipulative and sneaky. It breaks the spirit of the rules.”

“Spirit of the rules?” He bellows his laughter this time.

“It’s not funny. I’m pissed off. I don’t want to play with a girl who’s trying to control me, OK? And if she gets away with this once, she’ll try it again.”

“She submits when you ask for it. She’s just putting up a fight, Bric. What’s the big deal? I thought you liked the fight?”

“I do,” I hiss. “With the understanding that I’m the one in control.”

“So you’re pissed because she got the better of you last night? You feel like you lost the battle?”

“You should be angry,” I say. “I don’t understand why this doesn’t bother you more. If she did this to Smith or Quin, they’d be calling an emergency meeting to set her straight.”

“Well.” He sighs. “I’m not Smith or Quin. I like Nadia. I like her fight. I like pretty much everything about her. So…” I feel the shrug again. “What do you want to do about it? Cane her ass until she has welts?”

“No,” I say. “I have something much better in mind.”

“Good, text me the details and let me know when this is going down. I gotta get into court. Later.”

He ends the call and I set my phone down. I’m in Smith’s bar checking out the people down below. It’s busy this week because New Year’s is this weekend. People love this fucking party. Almost every member shows up. Of course, Smith usually doesn’t. Not anymore, anyway. But Quin almost always does. But not this year. He’ll be home with Rochelle and Adley. Or they will get a sitter and go out alone. Or maybe they will double-fucking-date with Smith and Chella.

Assholes. They’re all a bunch of fucking assholes.

I spend the whole day stewing about Nadia and her covert attempt to take back control. I have gone through every emotion. Anger came first. Bitch. Why is she even playing if it’s just gonna be a mind fuck?