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“I thought there were more people than usual. She’s the one who calls herself the Masochist Advocate, right?”
“Yup.”
I flip through her website and tell myself to put a pin in this one.
A masochist is a person who derives sexual pleasure from pain.
I flip through a definition of the power exchange, role-playing, sensation play examples, and a long list of the psychological benefits of a lifestyle choice.
Emotional connection and trust
Self-awareness and understanding
Fantasy fulfillment
Empowerment
Healing from past trauma or neglect
“Wow, this looks good,” I say softly, wondering how all these things and more have come into fruition with my relationship with Adriano. Suffice to say, I am not the same woman I was the night I witnessed Adriano’s vengeance.
“Do I smell garlic bread in here or is it my imagination?”
Helena walks in on six-inch high heels, wearing a body-con dress with sheer panels. Eden reaches for my hand and lays hers atop mine gently. “Don’t pick a fight,” she whispers. “It isn’t worth it, Quinn. She’s just a silly girl who has no filter; she’s not mean, trust me.”
Still, this woman opened her big, fat mouth and stirred up shit. Shit stirrers shouldn’t walk about with impunity.
“Oh, hey,” I say to her pleasantly, and Eden winces. She knows.
“Hey. Woah! I rememberyou, girlfriend!” Her eyes widen. “I heard what happened, and I gotta say, like youtotally…”
“You asked me a question last time we met, remember?” I say, interrupting her. “You asked me my number?”
I watch the color drain from her face with deep satisfaction.
“Yeah?” Helena blurts out with obvious trepidation.
I get to my feet and saunter over to the other side of the kitchen to help myself to a little ramekin of Eden’s decadent chocolate mousse. I strut over to Helena, invading her personal space. There’s barely an inch between us now.
“The answer’s thirty-nine. Thirty. Nine.Girlfriend.” I gently place a dab of mousse on her snotty little nose. “If you ever spread shit about my husband to people again, I think I’m going to recommend he make it forty, so—”
I didn’t know someone could run that fast in heels that high.
Marialena laughs her ass off, and Eden shakes her head.
“Quinn.” I am rooted to the spot at the sound of Adriano’s dominant voice. “I told you to behave yourself.”
Eden becomes very interested in rearranging the pantry.
Chicken.
“Oh,hi.” I give him my dazzling smile.
Adriano crosses his arms on his chest. “Where did I tell you to wait for me?”
“In… our room. But that wasn’t untilseven.It’s—”
Oh, shit.
