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Any retort I made would be wasted. She’d made up her mind.
She added, “There will be consequences if you don’t comply.”
My brow arched playfully in response to her threat.
“Keeping our reputations intact,” she said. “We all want that, right?”
“If we decline?”
“I wouldn’t advise it.”
“You’re crossing dangerous ground,” I said sternly.
“You’ve set a bad precedent,” she said. “Moving submissives like chess pieces to fulfill your needs.”
“You asked me to remove her from Pendulum.”
Carrie looked off toward Chrysalis. “The directive was to bring her back to me.”
“Thank you for forwarding her contract with Majestic.” I forced a smile. “We’ll take a look at it.”
I exited the car and headed back to Chrysalis.
Once inside, I went to check up on Rue. Though telling her about Carrie’s visit was not going to happen.
I didn’t want her worrying that she’d ever have to go back to that place. I wanted to keep her in the right headspace.
We had a ball to attend and seeing her reach her full potential and fulfill her fantasies was everything.
Ihad once heard Richard say that he believed our souls were made from the stars. He could be surprisingly poetic when he wanted to be.
My own philosophies were more pedantic. More earthbound. Human nature had always fascinated me. That’s why I was drawn to Cameron. His understanding for the human condition was compelling.
What I did know was this: people are generally creatures of habit. Most people love routines, choosing the same time to wake up, to eat. Same time to carry out all those other privileged practices we get to do in the western world.
Darryn Amara was no different.
From his online presence to his existence in the real world, he was an asshole. My contempt for him only briefly lifted when I realized what a mess he’d made of his life.
Darryn was a gambler. He owed enough money to get him into trouble. Pushing aside both ethics and morality, he was trying to reap those losses.
Entering Mel’s Diner, I saw him sitting at his favorite booth eating his favorite lunch, looking disheveled and unshaven—and seemingly lonely after his recent divorce. I almost felt sorry for the bastard.
When he saw me he pushed to his feet.
“Sit down,” I said.
Darryn slumped back into the seat.
I wouldn’t be eating, not with him. Breaking bread with this kind of man just wasn’t going to happen.
I waved away the menu being offered to me by the waiter, also turning down coffee.
“Had a feeling I’d see you again,” he said.
Between us sat an empty plate stained with grease. I dragged my focus back to him. “You know why I’m here,” I began.
“To give me more money?” he chided.
