If she were cheating on Lara, then getting rid of Chloe wouldn’t do a damn thing. And if she were cheating? That was it. That was the final breaking point. She thought it was cute to bug Lara about calling for a divorce, but she didn’t know the full fury of Lara Anderssen, a woman Kennedy helped create over the past decade.
I mean, she has every opportunity to explore her sexuality with other people.The deal was that it happened with Lara present and with her consent. Kennedy going off secretly with people, keeping her wife in the dark, was such a breach of trust that Lara was certain she could never recover from it.
If Kennedy were cheating on her, their marriage was over. No buts. No forgiveness.
I don’t want that…Lara stood in the front hall of the big house she bought with her spouse years ago. This was her home. This was her past, her present, and hopefully, her future. Why would she give this up unless she really had to?
She no longer flippantly thought of a divorce to mix things up in her life. That was absurd. First, she had to find out if her fears were for naught or a reality. Until then, she would assume that everything was fine. Lara was good at compartmentalization like that. The next time she saw her spouse, she would pretend that nothing was amiss. Although her eyes would see all, and her ears would be on top of everything.
Kennedy would come home to the nosiest wife in the universe.
Chapter 6
“I Don’t Expect You to Understand.”
“There she is,” Lara said, relieved. She flagged down someone on the other side of the main room of Midnight, the elite BDSM club she and Kennedy were regulars at.
“Finally, she has a friend.” Kennedy teased her wife, but she wasn’t far off the mark. Lara didn’t have many people she considered close. Kennedy was her best friend, all things considered. She got along with her sister, but Inid was one of the most vanilla women in the world when it came toanything. The other women Lara knew in her social circle were often put off by her brash mannerisms. There were few women, usually Dommes, who could put up with Lara’s brand of socializing for more than ten minutes.
Elle Hernandez was one such woman.
She approached, sashaying like a goddess in her white miniskirt and the gold chains hanging from her long neck. Big,bold, brown hair fell in curly waves, caressing the woman’s dark skin.
“Lara!” They exchanged kisses before sitting in their corner of the VIP lounge. Leather stretched and creaked beneath them as they rearranged their bodies and said their pleasantries. Kennedy gave them some privacy and spoke with an acquaintance on the neighboring couch.
“It’s so good to see you around,” Lara said. “It’s been much too long.”
“Two months. Chicago has been keeping me busy.” Elle halved her time between their city and Chicago, although she spent most of her time in the Midwest these days. “I’m home for the holidays. Too bad, because I would rather hang out here than spend time at my mother’s.”
“Ain’t that the truth?” Christmas was a little over a week away. This would probably be the last busy night for Midnight until the New Year’s party. Even Lara, who finally made Christmas present arrangements for her extended family, was packing for their trip upstate.
“How are things? Still kicking ass and taking names?”
“Of course.” Lara flagged a server and ordered another of what she already had. “I wouldn’t have my life any other way. Someone here must represent my way of doing business.”
Elle laughed. “If I had half the business tenacity that you do, I would probably join you in that. As it is, I can barely balance personal and public. I haven’t dated anyone in three months. Hoping I can score some ass tonight.”
Lara looked around the room. “I think you’ll have your choice of partners.” On a busy night, there were always unpaired subs wandering around, looking for a boot to lick and a strap-on to ride. Or somewhere in between. Elle was a popular Domme who usually had her pick of them. Something Lara quickly brought up before her friend could change subjects.
“Oh, I hear it’s even easier now. Dommes pairing off left and right, leaving us single ones with all the skin we can lick.”
“’Tis been a big year for romance in the kink scene, that’s for sure.” Even if old, established couples broke up, new ones popped up to take their places.
Two of them came by now, since Kennedy couldn’t contain herself and invited them over the moment she spotted them.
“Lara,” Ira Mathison, dressed as if they came from a business meeting, said in acknowledgment. Their recently cut hair was striking in the dim lights of the club, but nowhere near as striking as their arm candy, the filthy rich and beautiful Kathleen Allen. The two of them were a fellow switch couple, although from Lara’s bored understanding, Kathleen did more submitting than her partner. Tonight, however, nobody had a collar or leash on, and Kathleen greeted Elle Hernandez with a big, vibrant smile. Apparently, they knew each other well.
Lara was always in the mood to talk to more like-minded women. Elle was great, but adding Kathleen was even better. Too bad Kathleen didn’t think much of Lara, or so the wife of Kennedy Anderssen surmised. Their conversations were often tenuous at best. For all her bravado, Kathleen didn’t care much for Lara’s flirty personality. Or something. Lara wasn’t sure, nor did she care.
Tonight, Kathleen was pleasant company as everyone segregated themselves to talk about Christmas, business plans for the new year, and sex. Not necessarily in that order.
Lara was in the middle of describing the sex swing she and Kennedy were thinking about installing in their playroom when Ira came over, tapped on their girlfriend’s shoulder, and whispered something into her ear. They exchanged smiles before Kathleen was sucked into an ongoing conversation on the other side about her father’s current plans for a property he purchased in another state.
“So how’s the swinging?” Elle asked, leaning in toward Lara. “And I don’t mean the sex swing. Or maybe I do?”
“Things are the same,” Lara responded. She didn’t feel like bringing up her suspicions. After all, she came to one of her favorite places to relax and think about anything but a cheating spouse. Even if she came with that spouse. And even if she planned on screwing that spouse sometime tonight.Wouldn’t be a night at Midnight without fucking her.The only question was who would Top or bottom.
“Maybe you should try those two tonight,” Elle teased, motioning to Ira and Kathleen. “They seem fun.”
