“You’re making zero sense right now,” she huffs as the kettle boils in the background.
“We talked, and he went down on me. Very well, I might add… He’s a keeper for that alone,” I laugh, trying to ignore the gnawing feeling in my gut that this could all go horribly wrong.
“Okay, so what’s bugging you? I can tell you’re holding back,” she presses.
I explain everything.
“So, remember I told you about meeting him in the club last weekend whilst I was in disguise, and he opened up to me?”
“Please don't tell me he doesn't know it's you…” she groans. “Don’t fucking—”
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“Of course not! Bloody hell, Vic!” I interrupt, annoyed she’d think I’d do that.
“Continue.” Her voice is clipped and formal.
“Well, we went on the school trip, and things happened…” My voice trails off, thinking back to him holding my ankle, his molten brown eyes fixed on mine as he looked up.
“And?” she snaps, clearly becoming impatient. “You got me out of bed for this, may I remind you.”
“There was a lot of chat, a lot of tension between us, sexual tension, and I couldn’t do it, Vic. I couldn’t lie to him. When we got back, I told him it had been me in the club, and he was annoyed, angry. He looked so hurt it broke my heart.” The shame at lying to him floods me all over again from that night, but I honestly didn’t know what to do for the best in the moment.
“So, how did things happen last night then?” She sounds confused but eager for gossip.
“I told him to meet me at the club so we could talk. And, well…” I let out a small moan of pleasure at the memory.
“That good, huh?” She laughs. “Well, Greg’s text makes sense now.”
“What did he say, and why was he there? He didn’t say he was up this way.”
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“He just said that you looked like you were settling in just fine!” she chuckles, and I roll my eyes at the sound. “Dominic sent him to check the place out. You know he thinks of you like a daughter. He wanted to be sure that it was a good place.”
My heart swells with love at the man who people think of as formidable and grumpy until they actually get to know him and realise he’s the biggest, funniest softie.
“But, Vic, what if it all goes wrong? He used to be my teacher; he’s my boss now. I don’t want people to think anything happened in the past. It could kill his career.”
I sink into the cushions and close my eyes, desperately wishing this could be easy and straightforward.
“Isabelle Matthews,” she snaps, her strict Domme voice instantly putting me on edge. “Answer me this. Are you a grown woman and his colleague?”
Her tone jars me. I may be a Domme myself, but Vic is fierce and a bit scary, even to me.
“Yes, but—”
“No. No buts. Are you starting this as equals? I get your concerns, but years have passed, and nothing ever happened back then… Right?” Her tone softens, probing.
“Fuck, no! He would never have done that,” I fire back. Memories flood back; teenage me, nerves tangled witha
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hopeless crush, sitting through piano lessons. Even when I showed up crying after a run-in with my dickhead ex, he never crossed a line. Not even when I desperately needed a comforting touch.
He just stayed calm, his voice soothing, keeping me focused on my exams. I’d sit there, breathing in his cologne—sweet orange and something musky, undeniably masculine—watching his fingers glide over the keys, his wedding ring glinting in the sunlight. I used to wonder about his wife. From what I gather now? She was a bitch. But I’m cautious with that thought; there are always two sides to every story.
“Then what the hell are you whining about?” Victoria cackles. “Go for it, enjoy the head, and make him your bitch!”
