“It would be hard for him to not hear the…activities.”
“I’m sure that he has heard plenty of activities.” And I’d be shocked if he hadn’t seen some sort of evidence lying around after I’ve had playtime with my sub. I’ve not gone to a lot of trouble to hide anything. All he’d need to do is open the chifforobe in my submissive’s bedroom, and the secret would be out.
Emma Lia takes a drink of wine and looks at me over her glass. I don’t know why, but it’s extremely sexy. Sexier than it should be. Probably because I’m so fucking horny. And damn, I have to wait until tomorrow night to have her.
“Why did the relationship with your previous submissive end?”
“I was bored with her. Our relationship was stale.”
“You were with her for a long time. Did you not love her?”
That’s an amusing question, and it proves just how little Emma Lia knows about this life.
“I don’tloveanyone. But I do respect her. That’s more than most people get from me.”
Honestly, I’m not sure that I’m capable of love. And I don’t think that I want to be. Love is messy and complicated and unnecessary. I live every day just fine without it.
“You don’t love the woman in the photograph in the library?”
Sounds like Miss Grant has been exploring the house. Good. It pleases me to know that she’s making herself at home.
“I don’t know which photograph you mean.” Lie. I know exactly which photo she means.
“A woman is holding a baby. It’s on the table between the two chairs.”
“That woman is dead.”
“Was she your mother?”
“Yes.”
“You must have loved her?”
“I loved her very much.” I say the words because they make me sound like a normal human being capable of feeling love. But the words aren’t true. I never knew that woman.
“She looks young in that picture.”
“She was only seventeen when I was born. Five years younger than you are now and already a mother.” Pregnant at sixteen. I can’t imagine what that must have been like for her. A teen mother.
“Was your father that young?”
“I have no idea. She never revealed who my biological father was. My mother’s older brother adopted me after her death and raised me as his son.”
“That was a kind thing to do. What happened to your mother?”
“Car accident.”
“Do you have siblings?”
She’s a curious little thing. “None that I’m aware of. Is Adam your only sibling.”
“The only one that I’m aware of. My mother left before Adam and I were six months old. Haven’t heard from her since. I don’t even know if she’s dead or alive. And I don’t care.”
“Conrad raised you alone?” It’s hard for me to see a gambling cheat like him being Mr. Mom to two young children.
“My nana, his mother, helped him with us.”
“Does your nana know what the three of you do for money?”
