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“Then what is the issue?” I huffed heavily, annoyed that we were even still standing here having this conversation.
“You called me a Dom.”
“Yes, I did. That’s what you are.” The man was infuriating. Why we were playing the twenty-questions version of he said she said, I did not know, but I was over it.
“Oh, I get it now,” he said with so much dry sarcasm it was almost dripping off his tongue.
“Get what exactly?” He had my hackles up, feeling unnerved and off-balance. I didn’t like it.
“You’re one ofthoseDommes,” he explained, as though it all was clicking into place in his mind.
“And what the hell does that mean?” Now I was getting pissed.
“Meek, cute, feminine, doormat, push-over… that’s what you expect.” His scoffing, agitated attitude was on my very last nerve.
“You thinkIam those things?! Ha!” The thought was laughable. “Obviously, you weren’t paying much attention to my scene,Septus.” I spat his name like a slur.
“I’m talking about how you see submissives,” he said, correcting me.
“I beg your pardon?” I all but spat the words at him.
“That’s how you view submissives,” he reiterated with a derisive and chiding shrug.
“I absolutely fucking do not!” My hands, now placed defensively on my hips, were clenched into tight fists — if only to keep myself from decking him. “How fucking dare you? Submissives are strong, stead-fast, resilient creatures to be looked after, cared for, and honored.”
“Submissive women, you mean,” he corrected me once again.
“What?”
“Submissive women. You see submissivewomenthat way, as most do. But submissive men? That’s a totally different story for Dominants like you.” I could see the vein in his neck pulsing as his anger rose.
“What are you talking about?”
“I am a submissive, Lady Luxe.Nota Dominant.”
You could have knocked me down with a feather, I was so shocked. This man, this tall, arrogant, strong man, was a submissive?
And there it was.
He was right. I had absolutely judged him based on his appearance and demeanor, not by his truth.
I felt sick to my stomach.
“Septus, I….” My words trailed off, unspoken and unformed in my mouth as I struggled to figure out exactly how to find my way out of the hole I had so expertly dug myself into.
“Save it. I can find my own way around. I don’t need a prejudiced, stereotypical Domme to show me around.”
With that, he turned on his heel and stormed off, leaving me standing there gaping after him, filled with remorse and self-loathing. His words were harsh, and I deserved each and every one of them.
CHAPTER5
“I am a complete and utter asshole.”I groaned, slumping over the table as Jamie sat a glass of wine in front of me.
“You’re not an asshole, Sadie,” Danielle said, trying her best to assuage the unrelenting guilt that plagued me, but it was no use.
“I mean, I kinda disagree.” Jamie’s words shocked me, drawing my attention as I looked at him, slack-jawed.
“What?” Danielle nearly shrieked, just as shocked as I was.
