Page 97 of Chandelier Sin
“You can’t relate to us, because you have no fucking feelings whatsoever.”
“That’s unfair.”
“Really?” He looked astonished. “Name one woman you’ve fallen in love with.”
I glared back, trying to convey there had been a few.
He shook his head. “Taking on a submissive for a few months doesn’t count.”
“You were willing to share her with me ten minutes ago.”
“Because I care about you. You’ve not been yourself and I thought if you got some female affection, it might lift your mood.” He jabbed a finger at me. “This is what a close friend does. They share.”
“Really, that seems normal?”
“Why are you being difficult?”
“I’m not.”
“You need to come. Get yourself to Chrysalis.”
“That’s not what this is about.”
“Then what?”
“You and her.” I pointed in the direction of the bedroom.
Fury flashed across his face. “Seriously.”
“Life’s margin of error is narrower than you think. No need to give misfortune a nudge.”
“Fuck off.” He stormed out.
I heard his footsteps as he climbed the stairs.
Caressing my brow, I waited for him to come back down—after he’d no doubt apologized to her on my behalf.
I waited, and finally heard their combined footsteps on the stairs as they descended. They were both coming down to face me.
But then I heard the front door opening.
SLAM.
I made my way down the hallway, shoulders slumped as I realized they’d left. I rubbed my tired eyes, hating having to be the asshole friend who saw threats coming in from every direction. Paranoia was filtering into my personal life.
I should go after them, but it was better for everyone to cool down.
I needed the rest of the evening to get my thoughts straight. Greyson was one of my closest friends and the thought of losing him over a girl was insane.
The guy was clearly in love.
It was just too soon.
I should have handled it better. Amelia was the sweetest and cutest of all the submissives. Even if she had come from that Manhattan club, that didn’t mean she was a threat.
Greyson was smart.
I had no right to suffocate his happiness.
