Page 62 of Overworked

Wow—how does this dominant/submissive thing even work?

Killian grabs his phone, making a call to the on-ship pilot to arrange for a flight to LaGuardia Airport. It’s the closest to the waterfront and the one that’ll be the most convenient.

“It’s arranged. The helicopter’s fueling and will be ready to take you home when you’re ready. I’m not going to sit here and demand that you stay. You know that we want you, and if that’s not enough, then so be it,” Killian says, his voice without emotion.

I feel as though there’s a devil on one shoulder and an angel on the other, both fighting with me about this rash decision I’ve made.

“Thank you, Killian, for your help. I know this is unexpected, but I didn’t expect it, either. If it helps, I’ll miss you all so much. I care deeply about each of you,” I say, my voice quivering with emotions.

My eyes water, but I quickly rub them so the men won’t see that I’m breaking down into a million pieces over all of this.

I look at each one of them as they stand there, confused. My eyes are taking in their faces, though for a moment I look again at the bulges in their pants.

God, I’m a fucking wanton woman when it comes to them. All I ever think about is getting fucked!

“I’ll pack now,” I say, walking off to my cabin, fully aware I have no belongings to speak for on this ship.

As I walk away, I feel four sets of eyes on me. I know they’re mad, confused, and hurt—but I expect them to be. What I’m doing isn’t what they want, what they expect. It’s just what I need to do right now.

I think.

Once I’m alone in my cabin, I break. I don’t have to put on a happy face for anyone. The entire time I sit waiting, my eyes are full with tears.

I won’t cry, because I know I’m doing the right thing for all of us. They might not see it right now, but one day, they will.

A knock on my door about twenty minutes later shakes me back to reality.

“Come in,” I call out.

“Helicopter’s ready for you, Princess,” Derek smiles.

I can tell that he doesn’t want me to leave by the expression on his face, but I must. I have to find myself and check on my business. All those messages I missed, and none of them are important?

I know they must be holding something back.

“Thank you, Derek. I’ll be right there,” I say with an empty smile.

He’s gone before I even finish the sentence.

Taking a deep breath, I grab my small bags and make my way to the helicopter, hoping to get on without seeing them. The minute I walk out, I know that won’t happen. All four of them are waiting to say goodbye to me.

Fuck.

As I get closer to the four men, my knees feel weak.

First is Spencer. Fitting, as he was the first one I met and the one who made such an impression on me. I’ve even thought about meditation since meeting him.

I hug him tightly. No words are said.

I don’t need to talk. I fear that I won’t leave if I do. That I’ll cry or say something I regret.

Spencer hugs me tight. His strong arms squeeze around my small body.

I make my way to the end, making sure to hug them all. A part of me wishes that they would force me not to leave. Tie me to the bed and fuck me senseless, but I know that they’re all about our relationship being consensual.

I admire that more than anything.

The pilot takes my bags, helping me on the helicopter. I can’t help but look back once the door shuts.

I’m going to miss the four of them more than anything in the world. I know now that I love them all.

I can feel my heart hurting with a pain that can only come from something like this.

I wave as the helicopter lifts slowly from the pad. Just enough time for me to see the disappointment on all four of their faces.

I put on the headphones to block out the sound of the aircraft. My eyes are watching the ship until it disappears from my view. It went from overpowering to a tiny toy shape in a matter of moments.

I already miss them, and it’s only been three minutes.

I close my eyes during the flight, my heart feeling distraught about how this went. I miss them so much and wish things could be different, but I don’t see how it can. Our lives are too different, and I won’t give up who I am or what I built for anyone.

Not even for the four loves of my life.

“Ma’am, ten minutes till we land,” the pilot announces.

I thank him, sighing deeply. I want to go home and lock myself away in my apartment, but the first thing I need to do is head to the office.

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