Page 36 of Dear Glory

I’ve been planning on getting one for convenience, but the thought of my dad being able to reach me whenever and wherever he wants stomped that idea into the gutter. I’d just stick to my beeper, but even that I’ve barely used since I got here since my dad was sending pages every few hours. Still, I like the thought of a cellular phone so that when I do ultimately leave France in a few months, Sir and I can talk regularly.

I don’t like how they look and I believe them to be gaudy and ugly, but if I can talk to Sir, I’ll let it go. Even if I have to carry an ugly purse to hold that thing, I think it’ll be worth having one despite the cost of the plans and international calling rates.What’s a couple thousand dollars in the name of love?I go to open the door to greet him but pause when he sags against the wall.

“Idina… for fuck’s sake… I— Oh, Lilian! Hi darling, yes... daddy loves you too… yes and Robert, too,” he laughs, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Yes my love, I’ll see you soon. I mis?—”

“Ms. Glory?” I hear and spin around, nearly dropping my Walkman when I see Lawrence behind me. Thankfully, Fabian catches it before it crashes on the floor.

“I… uhm… huh?” I place my hand on my chest, trying to slow my heart rate and clear my mind from what I just heard.Who did he say he missed? Was he speaking to Lilian or was he speaking Idina?I wince, feeling woozy at the thought, but Lawrence catches me.

“Are you okay? Should you go lie do?—”

“N-no… I’m fine. I j?—”

“What’s going on out—” Sir throws the door open, but the moment he sees me, his face goes white, and his jaw clenches.

“Sir… I was… I was j-just walking b?—”

“I’ll call back later,” he hangs up the phone and hands it to Lawrence, pulling me from his arms. “Are you okay, Glorious?” he coos into my ear, but I snake from his grasp and stand by myself, still trying to calm my heart.

“I… I’m fine.”

“Well, you don’t look fine. Maybe you should lie down,” he repeats Lawrence’s sentiment, but I shake my head.

“I’m okay.”

“Bu—”

“I SAID I’M OKAY!” I shout, cutting him off, and all three of them stand there watching me with curious and cautious expressions.

“I get it Princess… you’re okay, but will you at the very least eat something? You look pale.” He comes over and tries to take my hand, but I snatch it away.

“I’ll eat.” I spin on my heel, wanting to get away from that lying, cheating bastard!No wait…I pause in my tracks.I’m theone who made him a lying cheating bastard!I knew he was married and had a family. I knew this before fooling around with him yet… I clutch my stomach, squeezing my eyes shut, feeling dizzy as a strong realization hits me…

I’m the other woman… I really thought that Sir was going to get a divorce, but he’s talking to his wife like that… the mother of his children… of course they would work things out.I expected as much.

“L-let me help you down the stairs at least, Princess. You might fall and hurt yourself,” Sir rushes over, sounding desperate and scared as he takes my hand and leads me down to where the table is set for dinner.

I barely remember him pulling the chair out for me or what the food tastes like. I could have been chewing on well-done steak and I wouldn’t have known the difference. All I can do is replay what I’d heard in my head over and over as if I am listening on a cassette tape and keep flipping it.His words won’t disappear.

“Are you okay, Glorious?”

“Yep, I’m fine,” I mutter.

“Yep?” he raises a brow, setting down his utensils and glaring at me.

“Do you want to repeat that?” he growls and I shift uncomfortably in my seat. Now that I know the basics of BDSM and the power exchange dynamic of he and I, I know that speaking so casually is a punishable offense, but I don’t care.

“Nope,” he sighs, pinching his nose.

“This is why I say you’re a fucking brat. You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you? You want me to spank that little arse o’ yers fer bein’ blatantly disrespectful,” he grits out and I pause swallowing, but I don’t want to give in.

“I…” He stands and abruptly picks me up, setting me into his lap and forcing me to look at him.

“Talk to me Princess, or I’ll really punish you. If something is wrong, you should tell me so I can fix it.”

“I just have a lot on my mind, is all.” I fiddle with the button on his shirt.

“Such as?”Well, he asked…

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