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I leave fast, Sarah following. “Is it really necessary to show such sickening public displays of affection?”
I stop abruptly, breathe in, and look up to the ornate ceiling of The Manor, making it as obvious as I can that I’m gathering patience. Ripping her head off will only achieve guilt and an earful from John.
“What are you doing?” she snaps from beside me.
“Stopping myself from ripping you a new arsehole.”
She pouts. “I might like that.”
“Oh, fuck off,” I mutter, picking up my feet and breaking into the summer room, weaving through the beautifully dressed tables. Black and gold. I smile. It’s brief. What have I got to do to get Ava back in the extension? “What’s the deal with the batteries?”
“Well, it’s simple. There are no batteries.”
I push my way into my office. “How the fuck did he forget batteries?” I pull my phone out and pull up Google. And pause. What the fuck am googling? Where to get fifteen hundred batteries on a Friday night in the Surrey Hills? “You’re just gonna have to remove the cock rings from the gift bags.”
Sarah breathes in, taking a swig of her drink, looking like she’s the one now gathering patience. “I’m going to whip that little prick so hard.” She throws the clipboard on the sideboard and paces, and I watch her struggling to walk. Not in the heels, she’s a master at walking in heels. It’s the red dress. She can hardly put one foot in front of the other it’s so tight.
I sit on the couch. “Doesn’t look like you can do much in that dress except stand.” One swing of her whip might topple her.
“Don’t you worry, sweetie,” she coos. “With a whip in my hand, I can do anything.”
I laugh. It’s sardonic. “Have you called the schoolboy?” I ask.
“He isn’t answering.”
“Probably oiling up, ready for his whipping session.”
The door opens, and we both look up, just as the boy himself appears, a box in his hands. “Batteries,” he says, looking between us.
“Are you joking?” Sarah slams her glass down and hustles over, opening one of the flaps. “I am going to whip you so fucking hard.”
Niles looks at me, somewhere between alarm and excitement, and I raise my brows. “Don’t look at me, kid. I’ve never had the pleasure.” I throw a dirty look to Sarah’s back, and she turns a wicked smile onto me. “Are we done?” I ask.
“All done.” Sarah walks out.
As John walks in. “Nope. Sit your motherfucking arse on that motherfucking sofa, motherfucker.”
“That sure is a lot of motherfucking,” I quip, cautiously lowering to the couch as instructed. “Am I in trouble?”
“Niles,” Sarah hollers. “Get those batteries in the cock rings before I introduce you to my whip.”
“Now that’s a line I bet you thought you’d never hear,” I say, smiling at Niles. “Run along now.” He’s gone like a shot, and I laugh, but it dries up the moment John sits on the couch opposite me, looking like he’s getting comfortable. “Haven’t you got valets to direct?” People to scare? Motherfuckers to throw? Anything but hold me here against my will and bring on another barrage of guilt or stress?
“All under control.”
“Oh fuck,” I breathe as he removes his shades. I’m in for it. I push my back into the sofa. “Come on, then.” I hold up my hands, motioning him to come at me like I’m inviting a fight. Obviously, I never would. Not with John. And not because I love him. He’s a one punch kind of man. One punch and you’re dead. Those spades on the ends of his arms are fatal. “I’ve not asked her yet, if that’s what you’re wondering.”
“Iwasactually. I didn’t see a ring, so thought perhaps—”
“She said no?” I sit up straight. “Do you think she’ll say no?”
Those big spades lift and he rubs into his eye sockets. “Do this right, Jesse. Have you met her parents?”
I shrink, not wanting to admit what he already knows. “Why are you so hell-bent on talking me out of this?”
“I don’t want to talk you out of this. I want to talk you into doing it right. That means being honest. That means being respectful.”
I baulk. “You don’t think I respect Ava?”
