“You. Fucking.Bitch.”
“This woman is your long-term submissive, Tristan, and you’re cueing her to cover foryou.”
“She’s myformersubmissive,” I correct. “Former, as in I no longer wanther.”
“She doesn’t look former from where I’m standing.” I see pain in mon bebelle’s eyes as she looks at Claudia on my bed, wearing what I now recognize as lingerie that I chose for Emma Lia. It’s the ivory piece with ruffles and a bow between the breasts. It’s the sweet one I asked her to wear on vanillanight.
Emma Lia whirls around and stalks into her bedroom, slamming the door behindher.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck! This is notgood.
“A real submissive wouldn’t dare do that to herMaster.”
“Can you please just shut the fuck up and get out,Claudia.”
“Iwant—”
“I don’t give a goddamn what you want.” I dash across the floor and grab Claudia’s upper arm, pulling her out of my bed and pushing her to thedoor.
“Please don’t throw me out,Tristan.”
“I wouldn’t have to throw you out if you’d fucking listen to what I’m tellingyou.”
I open the door and shove her into the hallway. “Find a Dom or don’t. You have three days to find somewhere else to go. I’m done playing host toyou.”
“Tristan—”
I slam the door in her face and lock it. Dammit, Claudia may have really fucked things up between Emma Lia and me. Which is exactly what shewants.
How do I fix this with mon bebelle? How do I make her believe me when I explain what reallyhappened?
I have no idea, but heregoes.
