breeze blowing and the streetlights casting a hazy glow on the pavement outside as we wait for our taxi to arrive to take us home. Vic insisted on a separate taxi as she is staying at Isabelle’s despite numerous offers of my spare room.
We stand at the bottom of the steps, Isabelle cuddled tight to my chest, my arms wrapped around her. We haven’t played this evening, opting to chat and watch the shows on the stages. Getting to know Victoria has been great. She is hilarious, but also very thoughtful, insightful, and genuinely caring. To know she has helped Iz through her trauma makes her special to both of us.
But then what has been a lovely night is suddenly ruined.
A shrill voice pierces our peace. “You fucking dirty pervert!” My back straightens instantly, and my stomach drops with the familiarity of that accent. “I knew it was true! But I had to see it with my own eyes.”
My heart sinks as Isabelle and I turn to see Laura. My damn ex-wife. Here to cause a scene.
“Laura, to what do I owe the displeasure?” I say slowly, looking at the red-faced angry woman who was once the centre of my world. How she seems to have changed— once so happy and laughing, to now being so angry and filled with hate.
Yes, Miss
“So this is your new little toy, yeah? A bit young for you, but you always were a pervert. Weren’t you, James?”
“Stop it, Laura,” I grit, furious she’s ruined our night.
“Tell me, was this slut the reason for our marriage breaking up? Tell me, James. Go on,” Laura yells, her whole body shaking.
“You’ve been fucking her from when she was your student, huh? When he told me you were seeing her, I knew you must have been. So, this is the slut that broke our marriage up?” she yells, her face red and her whole body shaking.
“Laura, shut up!” I snap, exasperated with her stupidity and vindictiveness. “You broke our marriage up. You! You fucked someone else and broke me in the process, and don’t you dare call her a slut!” I shout back, fury rising within me. I couldn’t care less if I caused a scene now; this has got to stop.
Her face turns from angry to mortified, her eyes flitting between Isabelle and I. “You…You’re not denying you were fucking her back then too, though, are you?”
“I’m not even dignifying this with an answer, Laura. Crawl back under your stone!”
The anger this woman stirs in me is unreal. She didn't want me and moved on, but God forbid I do the same.
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Isabelle quickly moves to stand in front of me. “James, I’m asking this as your Domme now, and I expect you to do as I ask. Stop talking. Right now. Walk away. Do not turn around.”
Her eyes bore into mine, and I can’t reply. She looks so serious, but there is something else—she is furious. I’ve seen her with Daniel, but this is a whole new level of fire in her eyes. I promised I would do as she asks, but surely it doesn't mean backing down now to defend her?
Does she even need me to defend her?
“James. I won’t ask again. Do this for me now, please.” Her hand is on my forearm. Her grip is firm, and the way she stares deep into me, her face set in grim determination, takes me aback. Isabelle doesn't need saving, she never has. She just needs someone who has her back, and if that person can be me, I’ll do everything she asks and more.
I take a few steps back, my eyes not leaving hers. Every part of me wants to stay and stop Laura’s attack on her, but she stares back at me, and I know I have to honour her request. She is far more important to me than any argument with Laura.
With my heart pounding and my hands raised in surrender, I walk back a few metres and lean against the post box, checking on our taxi’s location. Isabelle doesn’t wait with me, though. She marches right back, my ears
Yes, Miss
tuned into their conversation and fury simmering below the surface. One wrong move, Laura. That’s all it would take. I’ll do as my queen asks, but I won’t hesitate to step in and end this.
Isabelle takes a moment to compose herself. She straightens, wipes her hands down her jacket, and lifts her head to look Laura straight in the eye. She prowls towards her like a lioness, stalking her prey.
"Laura, I’d like to say it's a pleasure to meet you, but I don't make a habit of lying," Isabelle starts, her voice dripping with disdain, her lips curled in a sneer.
"I’m Isabelle, and yes, I was James’ student a few years ago. But James was never anything but a total professional and never once made a move on me as a student.” She looks Laura up and down, like she is some curious bug under a microscope. “However, I am also a teacher in his department, and this is how we’ve gotten to know each other. So, if you could refrain from your nasty insinuations, that would be much appreciated."
Laura clenches her fists together, and I wonder how Iz keeps so calm, but looking at how Laura seems to vibrate with hatred, I also don’t want to be too far away in case she escalates and gets physical like she did when we split.
The night we split, when I told her I couldn’t overlook her cheating and she spat her vitriol at me, I had left that
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