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Revisiting these old memories feels so foreign. I was a different person then. She changed me. She altered my brain chemistry until I was nearly unrecognizable to myself.
Then she broke me.
For the hundredth time since that night at the movies, I think about the boy she had with her—a new piece of the puzzle I’ve been trying to put together.
Her son.
Eden has ason.
Resentment burns at the thought. Never in the eight months we were seeing each other did she ever mention having a kid. That’s how little I meant to her.
While I was secretly hoping for a life with her, she had an entire life she was actively keeping me out of.
Why?
I throw back the black silk sheets of my bed and sit up. Resting my elbows on my knees, I bury my hands in my hair. I can’t keep living like this. I can’t keep calling Jade over to distract me from the pain of the open wounds I have from another woman.
For a moment, I thought I was doing better. I was moving on. Then, one quick encounter and it was like being catapulted right back in time to the very beginning—falling in love with her all over again.
Do I get rewarded now?I wonder as I stare up at her. She’s crossing the room toward the large chair in the middle. Turning around, she sits on it and rests her eyes back on me where I’m waiting on the floor.
For a long time, we sit in silence and stare at each other.
“Come here,” she says in an assertive command.
I crawl to her without hesitation. Stopping just at her feet, I feel the moment grow tense with anticipation. I want something more than crawling, kneeling, and kissing shoes.
“Are you ready for more, pet?” she asks, leaning forward.
“Yes, Madame.”
“Then I want you to stand up for me.”
I rise to my feet, keeping my eyes on her face. She has sharp cheekbones and soft, red lips I’m dying to press mine to. Every word she utters through those perfect lips is like a strike of lightning to my dick. I’d do just about anything to feel them wrapped around my cock, but even I know that’s not going to happen—not like this.
I’m here to please her. The whole purpose of this is to behers.
“Let me get a look at you. Take your clothes off.” Leaning back in the large chair, she rests her elbow on the arm and stares at me while she waits.
For some reason, I hesitate. She’s literally asking me to get naked for her, and something is stopping me.
When a moment passes without me moving, she asks, “If you’re no longer comfortable with the boundaries we set, that’s okay. Just say the word, and we’ll stop.”
“No, Madame,” I whisper. My fingers move to my shirt, sliding each button through the hole before taking it off. I move to my belt, sliding it open and easing down the zipper of my pants. Shakily, I drop my pants. Then I remove my socks and shoes.
When her eyes drift down to my boxer briefs, I swallow. She wants me naked, exposed, and vulnerable.
I don’t know why the idea of being naked in front of her feels so difficult. But I want to prove her wrong. I can do this.
In a quick swipe, I drag my boxer briefs down, and my cock springs free.
She stares at it as if studying it.
“Come closer,” she says, and I step up to her so my cock is pointing right at her chest.
“You’re perfect,” she mumbles, looking up at me. “Why are you nervous?”
“I…I don’t know.”
