I long for some personal space, a chance to sort out my jumbled emotions without the interference of my brother’s or Dominik’s opinions. Unfortunately, time is a luxury I currently lack. So, I close my eyes, lean my head back, and draw in a deep breath, desperate to escape.
My phone buzzes in my jeans.
I exhale deeply, recognizing that I should just ignore it but fully aware that my curiosity will ultimately dominate.
Dom
What did I say about running off on me?
My heart flutters.
Me
What are you going to do about it? Come find me and spank my ass again?
Bubbles appear then disappear before his text comes through, causing me to press my thighs together.
Dom
Nah. This time, I’ll tie you up and gag you…press a vibe against your clit, and see how well you take not being able to come for hours. You won’t want to disobey me after that.
Jesus Christ.
Finding it increasingly difficult to convince myself that I don’t desire some casual excitement with this man, I bite my lower lip. I want him to do everything he just said…
Me
Hmmm…so far, you’re all talk. Try and find me, if you can.
Glancing over my shoulder, I quickly confirm I am still alone just as the message is sent. Thanks to my overly paranoid ass, I’m sure Dom will undoubtedly come after me now that I have provoked him. Without wasting a moment, I grab my things andtake off, searching for a new place to hide until it’s time to leave the hotel.
What have I gotten myself into, and why am I so incredibly excited by such a disastrous idea?
I senta text to Dominik telling him I needed to stop by the drugstore before heading to the airport. It was a lie, of course, but I thought it was a good cover in case anyone asked why we weren’t arriving together. It felt satisfying when he kept calling and texting, trying to figure out where I was, but he eventually had to return to the room to get ready. Hiding in a small coat closet at the back of the hotel lobby was a brilliant idea. I had to wait for the right moment to sneak in and out, but it was worth it. I’m not sure what would have happened if he had gotten his hands on me, and a sick, twisted part of me was strangely restless to find out.
As I begin to walk up the metal stairs, I notice that the aircraft door is propped open, and Coach Bradley pokes his head out, his face filled with relief when he spots me.
“There you are! We were starting to get worried,” he yells, walking down to help me with my bag.
“Sorry. I needed to make a trip to the drugstore, and my phone ended up dying.”
This one is actually true. I barely had enough juice to order the Uber here.
“Dom has been pacing the plane like a madman. He’s not happy with you.”
My ass is going to be bruised real fucking soon.
The moment I cross the threshold, Dominik’s immediately turns to face me. His relieved expression quickly turns into fury.
“What the actual fuck, Zoe! Sending me straight to voicemail?”
He’s vibrating, attempting to restrain his emotions. Honestly, I’m uncertain whether it’s anger or genuine concern.
“I’m sorry. My phone died. I forgot to charge it last night, thanks to you.” I whisper the last part.
“Shit. I jumped to the worst conclusion.” He cringes.
“I know you did.”
