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Irish nodded. “And I promise to always listen, princess. You will be heard in this relationship.”

A sense of safety cocooned around Makenzie as she closed the journal. This wasn't just about his dominance—it was about protection, guidance, and mutual respect. None of their expectations for each other were unrealistic. Everything she’d written down had been discussed and agreed upon, even negotiated, within her boundaries.

Looking at Irish, Makenzie knew, leaving her fiancé at the altar was the best decision she ever made.

Irish

She’d been his for two weeks now and he’d been ignoring the messages from Sean since. He knew he’d have to grow a pair and talk to his best friend sooner or later. He wondered how the other man would take the news. He looked over the contract from the high rope course instructors and was about to sign it when the buzz of Makenzie’s phone interrupted the silence. He watched as she picked it up with a smile, and then quickly rose to his feet at the sight of her face.

“Princess, what’s the matter?”

“I-I don’t understand. How did everyone get my new number?”

“What do you mean by everyone?”

“And… what in the world are they talking about?” He sensed the panic in her voice and held his hand out. She paused for a second before placing the phone in his hand.

LLAvery: How could you do this? I knew you were a terrible person but this is low, even for you.

LLSierra: Seriously? How low can you go? You come back to LittleLife after all of this time to out everyone’s personal information and secrets? What the fuck is wrong with you?

LLCait: I didn’t get involved when everyone told me about you but this? This is illegal. Doxing is a crime. I hope you rot in hell.

LLPiper: My Daddy is calling our lawyer. You won’t get away with this, you bitch.

As Irish read through the incoming messages, his blood boiled. “What is LL?”

“It stands for Little Life. I put it before all the contacts that I met on the website, so I knew who they were when they texted me.”

“I’m not familiar with LittleLife?” Irish asked.

“It’s a subboard on KinkLife. Remember the Daddy I told you about?”

“Yes.” How could he forget? It took every ounce of discipline he had not to go find the bastard and give him a piece of his mind.

“I met him on there. I made some friends and one of them introduced me to him. When we broke up, they picked him over me and so I deleted my account,” she said. Her eyes immediately went to the left and then down. She was hiding something. He grabbed the back of her chair and spun it around and then dropped to a squat in front of it, so they were at eye level.

“What aren’t you telling me, princess?”

Before she could answer, Kylie came bounding into the office.

“Did you reactivate your KinkLife?”

“What? No! I want nothing to do with that website,”

Makenzie said, shaking her head aggressively.

“You need to see this.” Kylie handed Makenzie her phone. Makenzie looked at the screen and then looked up at Kylie with wide eyes.

“This isn’t me! I wouldn’t do something like this!” She protested.

“It looks really bad, Kenzie. Like, really bad. One of the worst crimes you can commit in the BDSM world is doxing. It’s a big deal… and a lot of the women here in town are on that website.” Kylie said. “I need you to be honest with me. I can’t defend you.”

“I swear! It’s not me! You can look at my phone. I would never.” As Makenzie’s voice grew louder, Irish knew he had to step in.

“Can I?” He asked Kylie reaching his hand out for her phone.

“Yes, of course.” Permission granted, Irish took the phone from Makenzie and stood.

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