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Besides, he clearly regrets all of this.
Which still doesn’t make sense, since he started it all. He’s the one who looked up my Lustr account. He’s the one who sent me those messages.
And he’s the one who brought me here. To this club. To this private club I didn’t even know existed. Pretended to be some mysterious Mr. Dark.
Why, then, do I feel likeI’vedone something wrong?
I haven’t. This is all on him.
I could take control here. I could tell him it was a mistake. But as far as I’m concerned, itwasn’ta mistake. It’s everything I wanted and so much more.
Except for how Jackson is acting now.
He should be holding me, kissing my face, whispering sweet nothings to me in our afterglow.
But he’s not. My body is still warm and relaxed from the orgasms he gave me, but my mind? My mind is a mess. A big mess.
“Jackson?” I say again.
“Right.” His eyes are still closed, his arm still over his forehead. “Home.”
Again, he doesn’t move.
I don’t need his permission for anything. I can get home on my own. I just have to go back up to where the bar is, and I can grab a cab.
I swing my legs over to the side of the bed and rise. I gather my clothes and quickly dress. Make sure my phone, ID, and credit card are still in my pocket, and I leave the room.
Only then does Jackson appear behind me, grabbing me and pulling me back into the room.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“I told you. I want to go home.”
“You can’t go out there alone.”
“Why not? I signed their disclosure thing. And besides, I’m leaving. Anything I see on my way out, I’ll pretend I didn’t.”
“No, you don’t understand,” he says. “You can’t go out there withoutme.”
“Why? Because you’re a member here?”
“No. Because you’re not collared.”
I wrinkle my forehead. “What the heck is that supposed to mean?”
“Claude gave me a collar for you, and I—” He shakes his head. “Damn. How was I so careless? And with you, of all people.”
“Jack, what the heck is a collar?”
He rubs his temples. “Any submissive—”
“Excuse me?Submissive?”
“For God’s sake, Mandy, you have submissive written all over your face.”
Now I’m angry. Pissed off and angry and still turned on. “Right. I’m innocent Mandy Cake. That’s me.”
“Look, I’m being serious. Without a collar—something designating that you’re mine—”
