Page 53 of Dark Notes, Volume Two

I giggle, “Mighty bold of you to assume I’ll still be welcome here after fucking a patient like a whore.”

He doesn’t laugh back, instead he narrows his gaze at me.

“You will be welcome back. I’ll make sure of it. And-”

He growls the last words with obvious anger, causing a chill to roll down my spine.

“You are not a fucking whore. I would not allow someone else to speak about you that way and the same goes for you. If I hear that again, Angel, you’ll be punished. Visiting time coming to an end will not save your ass.”

I sigh softly.

“I’m sorry. Old habits die hard.”

“We will work on that,” he says before he slams his lips to mine, reigniting the fire he started earlier. This is the hardest part of this night.

Leaving him.

He lets me go and picks up his journal.

“Come on, I’ll walk you as far as I can.”

Jett wraps his arms around my waist, holding me so close I know he doesn’t want to let me go either.

Kissing the base of my neck reverently, he speaks low.

“You need to get a journal, Mia. I’m not the only one with shit to work through. I think it’ll help. I was pretty pissed about it, but it’s better than keeping it all bottled up.”

I resist the urge to giggle at ‘self help Jett,’ because he doesn’t need my laughter. He needs my support.

As we walk in, we see the man he said is his therapist. With a nod he places his hand over his face, hiding his laughter, “I trust you had an enjoyable evening.”

Oh, my god. Did he see us? Hear us? Can someone kill me now, please!

“Very,” Jett says with a smirk, and I want to hit him, but decide now is not the time or the place.

We make it to the door and Jett says, “I’ve arranged for Bill to walk you to your car. Do not argue. It’s not up for debate.”

“Fine,” I say, and his immediate response is, “Good girl.”

Running my fingers down his chest, I taunt him.

“Is it wise to get me all fired up with your sexy good girl before sending me off with Bill?”

He tilts his head to the side and flashes me a glare that much like his growl, sends shivers down my spine.

“Careful, Angel. If you think I won’t pull your dress up and spank your beautiful ass in front of God and everybody, you’d be wrong. Very fucking wrong. Behave.”

Standing on my toes I smile sweetly at him.

“Yes, sir.”

I give him a quick kiss and reluctantly turn away from him with the man that I assume is Bill following closely behind me.

As I walk to my car, I know there will be tears tonight as the sadness squeezes at my chest. This is all temporary, but it doesn’t make the aching in my heart subside.

After thanking Bill, I slide into my driver’s seat and prove myself right as tears begin to fall the second I exit the parking lot.

Mia, it’s probably a couple more weeks. Stop being such a big baby.