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Your dominant boyfriend comes home after a long day, needing some release from his girlfriend
Chapter One
Alex
The door slams behind me, and I reach up to loosen my tie. The day didn’t go how I planned.
Actually, it went exactly how I planned. I won the case, got my client off with a slap on the wrist, and set a new precedent in the process. It’s a victory for the books. It’s a career-maker.
But I didn’t feel like I was in control, and that’s the problem. That’s what’s been eating at me all day. And it only got worse when I closed the door of my office and found it empty.
I take a deep breath and make my way into the kitchen. I need a drink.
“Hey,” Sarah says as she opens the refrigerator door. She’s standing in front of it, looking at me from the side so her hair falls over her shoulder, covering half her face. She’s wearing nothing but a pair of my sweats that hang low on her hips.
As good as it feels to have her here in my house, to look at her every day, to wake up next to her every morning, it doesn’t make up for what I lost today. She takes a step toward me, and I reach out to steady myself on the counter. My hands are shaking.
I don’t lose. I don’t lose control.
Her eyes narrow as she moves closer. “Rough day?”
“Yeah,” I say, and laugh hollowly. “You could say that.”
She reaches for me, running a hand over my back. Her fingers massage my neck, and I close my eyes, letting her touch relax me. I need this.
“Do you want to talk about it?” she says quietly.
“Not really.” I turn around and open the cabinet in front of me, reaching for the first bottle I see. It’s a bottle of whiskey, the top of the line. I don’t drink cheap stuff, and this is my favorite. I pour myself a glass, and take a big gulp. The burn down my throat is satisfying in a way that nothing else is right now.
“I’m here if you do,” she says quietly. “You know that, right? Whatever you need, I’m here to help.”
I nod, and take another drink. “I know.” I set the glass down on the table, and turn back to her. I reach out and grab her hips, pulling her closer. “I know,” I say again as I press my lips to hers. She melts against me, running her hands over my chest as she wraps her arms around my neck.
“Alex,” she murmurs against my lips. “Are you sure?”
I don’t answer.
I don’t need to answer.
I need this.
I need her.
She lets me take what I need, lets me take what I want, and for a few moments, I don’t feel like I’m spiraling out of control. For a few moments, I don’t feel like a part of myself is missing.
For a few moments, I feel whole again.
Chapter Two
Sarah
I curl my fingers around the sheet next to me and close my eyes, savoring the sweet ache between my legs. Alex pressed his lips to my hair as we lay on the bed, his hands gently massaging the back of my neck. My body is still humming from what we did together. That connection we always have when we’re together.
He’s hard and unyielding in everything he does. He’s demanding and arrogant and selfish, but when we’re together he falls apart in the most beautiful way. He’s never been anything but gentle with me. He might be a monster with everyone else, but he’s always been kind to me.
But everything changed when he lost that case last week.
He came home angry and frustrated, but he didn’t take it out on me. He never does. Instead, he was more intense than usual. He was harder than usual. Rougher than usual.
He was different than he’d ever been before.
And it scared me how much I liked it.
I put on a brave face and let him use me to get out his frustration, but inside I was shaking. The things he said to me as he planted kisses on my skin made my stomach clench in fear. The way he demanded things of me, the way he wouldn’t take no for an answer, made me wonder if I knew him at all.
It was like everything I thought I knew about him was wrong.
He wasn’t some hotshot lawyer who thought he was untouchable. He was someone else entirely.
Someone I didn’t recognize.
The thought made me shiver now, even hours later.
And it’s only gotten worse in the days since then.
He’s been distant, more than usual, and every time he touches me it’s like he’s trying to prove something.
Like he’s trying to prove that he’s still in control.
That he can still have whatever he wants, whenever he wants it.
That he can still do whatever he wants to me.
I know I should be scared, but instead it makes me angry.
I’m not some toy for him to play with whenever he feels like it.
I’m a person with thoughts and feelings and desires all my own.
I’m not someone to be used and discarded when he’s done with me.
It’s like he doesn’t even see me at all.
And it infuriates me how much I want him.
How much I want to feel his fingers on my skin, how much I want him to make me come.
I’m not some prize to be won.
I’m not some object for him to possess.
I’m not some conquest he can add to his list of achievements.
I’m his girlfriend, damn it, and he doesn’t even see me anymore.
I frown as the doorbell rings again. It’s late, and Alex won’t be home for hours yet.
“Hello?”
I call out as I pad across the living room, still naked from the shower.
“In here.” Alex is probably going to kill me for answering the door without getting dressed first, but it’s not like we’re expecting anyone.
“Sarah?”
My heart skips a beat when I hear the voice on the other side of the door.
What is she doing here?
I step back from the door and quickly grab a robe before I open it again.
“Lila.”
Chapter Three
Sarah
I pull the robe tighter around myself as Lila steps inside, taking a step back so she can walk past me into the apartment.
She looks beautiful as always, her long blond hair pulled back in a sleek ponytail, her bright blue eyes sparkling in the lamplight.
She’s wearing a black dress that clings to her body, showing off every curve.
Her heels click against the wood floor as she walks past me, and I can’t help looking her over.
She’s everything I’m not—polished and put together, with a wardrobe full of designer clothes and shoes.
I’m just a struggling artist who can barely afford to pay her bills at the end of the month and has to shop at thrift stores for the few clothes I do have.
It’s easy to see why she has such an easy time getting under my skin.
“Lila?”
I try to keep the surprise out of my voice as I watch her walk over to the bar and pour herself a drink.
“What are you doing here?”
She turns to look at me, flashing me a dazzling smile.
“I thought it was about time we had a little chat.” She walks back over to where I’m standing near the door, taking a slow sip of her drink.
“I thought we already had that chat.” I tilt my head, trying to read her expression, but her face is as smooth and emotionless as ever.
I know she’s up to something, but I can’t for the life of me figure out what it is.
“Did you now?” She takes another sip of her drink, her eyes never leaving mine.
“I don’t remember that.” She sets her glass down on the bar, then walks over to me, placing her hand on the door and closing it with a soft click.
My heart starts pounding in my chest as she walks back over to me, backing me up against the door.
“What do you want?”
I ask, trying to keep my voice steady, but she doesn’t say anything.
Instead, she leans in close and presses her lips against mine.
I should push her away, but something inside of me makes me kiss her back.
I run my tongue along her bottom lip, begging for entrance, and she gives it to me, deepening the kiss as she wraps her arms around my waist and pulls me close.
Her hands slide under the robe, stroking my skin softly.
I lose myself in the kiss for a moment, but then reality comes crashing back, and I pull away gently.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
I whisper, but there’s no anger in my voice.
Just confusion.
She smiles softly at me and reaches up to stroke my cheek with the back of her hand.
“You don’t really want to know what I’m doing,” she says quietly. “You just want me to do it.”
I shake my head. “No. I don’t want this.”
Her hand falls away from my cheek and she steps back, lowering her eyelashes demurely. She looks almost innocent standing there in her little black dress. Like she didn’t just come here and kiss me. Like she didn’t just offer herself to me.
“If that’s what you want, I’ll leave,” she says softly. “I won’t bother you again.” Slowly she turns toward the door and places her hand on the knob.
“Wait,” I say sharply.
I don’t want her to go. Not yet. There’s something I need to know first. “Why are you doing this?”
She glances back at me over her shoulder and smiles. “It’s not what I want. It’s what you want. What you need.”
And then she walks away and leaves me standing there, stunned and more confused than ever before.
Chapter Three
Sarah
The next morning I’m woken up by a loud banging on my front door.
It’s so relentless and obnoxious that I almost consider ignoring it, but then I remember that I have a meeting with a potential new client at ten o’clock and I really need to take a shower before I meet with him.
Groaning, I throw off my covers and get out of bed. The clock on my nightstand tells me it’s only eight in the morning. Couldn’t whoever it is have waited until a more reasonable time to come knocking?
Apparently not.
I stomp my way over to the door with every intention of giving the jerk who decided to interrupt my beauty sleep a piece of my mind. I don’t even bother to look through the peephole before I wrench the door open. I’m ready to unleash all my anger on the person standing there, but when I see who it is, my mouth falls open in shock and surprise.
Lila is standing in front of my door, her hand raised as if she’s about to knock again. She looks as beautiful as ever, even with her long dark hair up in a messy ponytail, wearing a pair of oversized sunglasses that cover her eyes. She has on a black slip dress that’s both sexy and elegant, and black heels that make her legs look a mile long. She looks like she just stepped out of a fashion magazine, and I feel like a total mess standing there in my pajamas with my hair sticking up in every direction.
“Hey.” Lila smiles as she lowers her hand. “I hope I didn’t wake you up.”
“Not at all.” I lie easily. “What are you doing here?”
“I know we talked yesterday, but I was hoping we could chat again.” She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m sure this is a bit unexpected, but I wanted to make sure we had some privacy to talk.”
“Of course.” I step aside to let her in. My apartment isn’t exactly a mess, but it’s not the tidiest place either. I’m definitely glad I got out of bed when I did because the last thing I want to do is meet with Lila while wearing pajamas. I walk over to the couch and sit down. Lila sits down beside me. She crosses one long leg over the other, the hem of her dress riding up to expose more of her tanned skin.
“Can I get you something to drink?”
“No, I’m good.” Lila shakes her head. “I won’t stay long, I promise.”
“That’s okay.” I stand up again. “I’ll just be a minute.”
I walk into the kitchen and pull a bottle of water out of my fridge. I take a swig before walking back into the living room. Lila is still sitting there, looking as gorgeous and enigmatic as ever. She glances at me as I walk up to her, a small smile curving the corners of her lips.
“I’m sorry for showing up unannounced like this,” she says.
“I just thought it would be better if we talked in person.
It’s not a big deal though, so don’t worry about it.”
“No worries.” I shake my head as I sit back down next to her.
“What did you want to talk about?”
“Just the same thing as yesterday.” Lila takes off her sunglasses, revealing a pair of dark eyes that are almost black.
Her gaze is intense as she meets my eyes.
“Alex and Sarah.”
Lila has mentioned Alex before, although we’ve never really talked about him.
She always seems interested in my relationship with him though, and I have a feeling that’s what she wants to talk about today.
“Are you sure you don’t want anything to drink?”
I ask even though I know the answer.
Lila does seem like the type of person who would prefer coffee or tea to water, but she insisted that she was fine when I first asked.
“Actually, I’d love a glass of water,” she says.
“Do you mind if I go get one?”
“Of course not!
I’ll go get it for you,” I say with a smile.
I stand up again and walk into the kitchen.
I’m not sure what Lila wants to talk about, but I have a feeling it’s not going to be a pleasant conversation.
I pull another bottle of water out of the fridge and take a deep breath as I run a hand through my hair.
Lila seems to want to talk about Sarah and Alex.
I walk back into the living room with the bottle of water in my hand.
Lila is sitting on the couch with her eyes closed.
She opens them as soon as she hears me coming closer.
“Thank you,” she says with a small smile.
“Are you sure there’s nothing else you want to drink?”
I ask even though I know she’s not going to change her mind.
“I’m sure,” she says.
“Thank you.” She takes a sip of her water before setting the glass down on the coffee table.
“So you wanted to talk about Alex and Sarah,” I say once I sit down next to her.
I try to keep my voice steady, but I have a feeling that Lila can tell how uncomfortable I am just by looking at my face.
“I’ve been thinking about them a lot lately,” she says.
Her dark eyes are unreadable as she looks at me.
“I’ve been wondering if Sarah is really the kind of person Alex thinks she is.”
I feel a surge of panic rise within me at the mention of Sarah's name.
I freeze for a moment, trying to push away the anxiety that threatens to consume me.
I've always looked up to Sarah and admired her strength and bravery.
I can't let Lila's doubts tarnish my image of her.
But I can't deny the uncertainty that lingers in the air.
"What do you mean?" I ask, trying to keep my voice steady.
"I don't think I understand."
Lila leans back, her expression thoughtful.
"I just wonder if Alex sees Sarah for who she really is," she says.
"Is he aware of all the things she's done?"
"All the things she's done?" I repeat, feeling a knot form in my stomach.
"What are you talking about?"
Lila shakes her head.
"I'm not sure, but there's something about Sarah that doesn't sit right with me," she says.
I shake my head. “You must be thinking of someone else. I’ve known Sarah for years. She’s not like that at all. She’s the most honest person I know.”
Lila gives an exasperated sigh. “That’s the thing, isn’t it? She’s honest to a fault. She wears her heart on her sleeve. It wouldn’t take much to break it, would it? And when that happens, will Alex be there to pick up the pieces?”
I frown. “Alex loves Sarah. He’d never do anything to hurt her.”
“Does he? Does he really love her? Or does he just love the idea of her?”
“Of course he loves her,” I say. “If I were in his position, I wouldn’t hesitate for a second. I’d move mountains for someone like Sarah.”
“And has Alex ever moved mountains for anyone? Is that in his nature, do you think? To give up control and do something purely for someone else’s benefit?”
I blush. “He did have a rough time with his last case,” I say. “Maybe he’s just stressed. Maybe things will go back to normal once he’s gotten over it.”
“Maybe,” Lila says, but she doesn’t sound convinced. Her brow furrows as she stares down at her hands.
There’s something about the way she keeps looking down at her hands, avoiding my gaze, that sets me on edge.
“Is there something you’re not telling me?” I ask.
Lila hesitates. “I don’t know how to say this, so I’ll just come out with it,” she says. “There’s something about Alex that you don’t know. Something big.”
My heart lurches in my chest. “What are you saying?”
Lila takes a deep breath. “Alex and Sarah—they’re not who they seem to be.”
“Of course they are,” I say, but my voice catches in my throat.
“They’re not the perfect couple everyone thinks they are,” Lila says. “It’s all an act, a charade. I’ve seen the way Alex treats her behind closed doors. The way he demands things of her, the way he tries to control her every move. It’s not right.”
I shake my head. “You’re lying,” I say.
Lila meets my gaze head-on. “I’m not,” she says.
“Why would you say these things? What do you stand to gain from it?”