She is bored. Bored, spoiled. Looks for dangerous men to spice up
her cushy life. And she is insanely rich, with a mansion and
a separate guest home right on the water. And she is a total freak.
Chains, cuffs, BDSM, the whole nine…
So my whole body hurt this morning when I walked through the door. I
know now what I looked like, but I didn't then. My lips were raw.
Hickeys all over my throat. I was wearing a wifebeater, so there
were gouges from her nails, teeth marks and a deep black bruise where
she'd bitten into my collar bone. I ached from my hips to my knees,
my wrists were sore…Still are. And all I wanted was to see Letty.
To tell her it was all right that she fucked my best friend.
She looked at me, raised her eyebrows. Disgust. That was her
expression. She was disgusted by the sight of me, the smell of me.
She turned her back on me, up to her elbows in sudsy dishwater.
"Please," I said. I stuttered out an apology. She listened without
facing me. I took her upper arm in my hand and turned her to face
me. "Listen to me. I'm so sorry, Arletta."
"I don't give a shit if you're sorry, Dom," she said, pulled her arm
away. Went upstairs. Slammed a door. I went up, hoping to talk to
her, but she wasn't in our room. She was in Mia's room. And she
locked the door. Probably writing in that goddamn diary.
I flopped down on our bed and buried my face in the pillow. Took a
deep breath of her scent.
I love the way she smells. I fell asleep wishing I smelled like her
and not like…whatshername. I don't know her name.
