All Alicia could think about was going home, dressing in some nice lingerie, and texting Danica to come home as soon as possible…Mistress.She wanted her tender yet domineering touch tonight. She wanted to check out from reality. Be blindfolded. Be gagged. Be tied up and told she was a dirty girl who only existed to serve her Mistress’s desires.I’ve been so bad at holding up my end of the Dom/sub thing.The more she worked and fretted, the less she took care of things at home. Danica hadn’t said anything, but Alicia was worried.
“You should come over to my new place sometime and say hello to Pete. We’ll have a girls’ night in. Remember whenwe used to watch all those Matt Damon movies back-to-back because we had no souls?”
Alicia giggled. Her office was dark and quiet. The summer was advanced enough that it was already night.Dang September.
“That sounds so awesome. Just no margaritas for me anymore.”
“Oh, why’s that?”
Alicia bit her lip. “Well, you can’t tell anyone, but…”
“Oh, my God!” Candice shrieked. “You’re preggers!”
“Don’t ever call it that again, Candi. I swear.” Next, she would be calling Alicia a pasta sauce brand. “And maybe. Too early to really tell. I think so, though.” Another thing she tried not to think about. Didn’t help that she always had cramps and her breasts were spilling out of her bras. So much for modest-chest Alicia. Pregnant Alicia was all about balloon breasts.
Thanks, body.At least she had the money to deal with it now?
“Girl, that’s so amazing. Congrats?”
“Yeah, it’s a good thing.” That’s what she told herself. “Have I mentioned it’s Danica’s egg yet? It was a whole thing.”
“Wait a minute, you’re a surrogate for… your wife?”
Alicia hung up and finished clearing up her desk so she wouldn’t have to return to the mess the next morning.Dinner. Shower. Sex.In that order, as soon as she got home.(Okay, maybe the sex before the shower.)
“Ma’am,” a tired Dee said, poking her head in. She held up her phone. “I’ve got a call from my boss I have to take.”
“All right. I’m going to head down. Meet you in the car.” Alicia had already summoned her driver to wait for her curbside.
Dee nodded before stepping out. Alicia texted Danica to tell her she was heading home.“So am I. Be there in half an hour, my love. Let’s relax together.”Alicia caught that text the moment she locked up her office.
“Oh!” Startled, she stared at Ms. Sarah Clayborn sitting in an otherwise empty executive office.I never see her like this.By herself at a tiny desk, rubbing her temples and going through some late-night work.Pay her more, Danica.“Good night, Ms. Clayborn.”
The woman glanced up from her papers. “Good night, Mrs. Moreau.”
Alicia was walking past the occupied desk when Ms. Clayborn opened her mouth again.
“The elevator’s still out. Sorry to be the one to tell you.”
Sighing, Alicia swung a right toward the stairs. “I need a workout, I guess. Night.”
Her footsteps echoed in the stairwell. One floor. Two floors. Three. Five. Ten.Ow. My feet.Alicia was too tired to deal with this. At least she got to work before the elevator died. But when it blew out around noon, more than one person was stuck trekking up the stairs for meetings. Well, minus that one guy who insisted on doing it via Zoom while he sat in the lobby.
Alicia was on the tenth floor of her family’s high-rise (still a strange thought to ponder) when the door to the hallway flew open.
“Wait a…” A hand slapped her on the back – and sent her tumbling down the stairs with nothing but a scream of panic to accompany her.
Alicia lay in her bed, dressed in a simple lavender negligee, while her bodyguard and wife fought before her.
“I told you, I have no idea what happened!” Dee was probably the only person in the world willing to go against a boss named Danica Moreau. “She went ahead of me, and next thing I knew,I was coming down the stairwell to find her like I did on the landing!”
Danica’s wild amber eyes kept looking between Alicia and Dee. “What the fuck happened, Alicia!”
She flinched.I hate it when she gets like this.Once Danica decided something was worth freaking out about, she went nuts. This was not Alicia’s first time hearing her like this, but it was one of the few times it was ever directed at her.Always about my safety.There were downsides to having a protector – whether that protector was her wife or her bodyguard.
“I don’t know. I… I was going down the stairs…” Tears of fright shuddered down her cheek. “Then I fell. I must have tripped.”
Someone pushed me.
