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“I’m not a fucking Little,” I seethed. Was that what this was? Just a ploy to get me to play into his desires? Well, fuck him.I snatched my bag from the floor, preparing to storm from his office.

My anger wasn’t because he called me a Little, but at the fact I could never be one, no matter how badly I longed to be. It was draining to wish for something that would never happen, so I'd shoved my Little side into a closet and did whatever I could to keep anyone from trying to open the door.

“I’m not letting you run away, Rouge.” He stepped in front of the door, hindering my angry exit.

My brain hated the way he said my name, but my clit loved it. Images of us tangled in sheets that smelled like him played in my mind, even as I mentally denied the attraction I felt for him. I could never have him, not that he would ever want me anyway.

“M-move,” I demanded.

“No. At least not until you listen to what I have to say.”

Reaching up, I grabbed a strand of hair under my signature side-ponytail and pulled. The pain from the hair being pulled out of my scalp silenced my anger for just a bit. I would have a few minutes to think without it clouding all my thoughts.

Meeting Leland’s eye, I realized what he’d just seen and before I could stop him, his hands were taking out my hairband. His stunned silence was all I needed to confirm he’d seen the bald spots from where I’d been pulling my hair out.

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Leland

I adored Rouge’s retro hairstyle. Never had it crossed my mind that she was using the style to hide a big problem. She had four large bald spots under the side-swept ‘do.

“Oh, Sugar.”

“It’s fine. It’s just a thing I do when I get upset.”

“It’s not fine. You’re self-harming.”

“No, Iam not.” Disbelief was evident on her beautiful, scowling face.

“You are, baby. You’re pulling your hair out. Any time you harm your body on purpose, it’s self-harm.”

She opened her mouth as if to argue, but then closed it. “Okay. You’re right. Can I go now, please?”

Ah, we’d reached the ‘I’ll do anything you say to get out of this room’point in the discussion. I knew it would come eventually and I wouldn’t be swayed.

“No, I asked you to listen to what I have to say.”

“Let. Me. Go.”

“No, Rouge.”

Tossing her purse down in frustration, she grabbed my arms in her hands and pulled. “Fucking move, Leland.”

“No, not until we’re done with our discussion.”

“Iamdone.”

“I’m not, sugar. I know you don’t want to talk to me, but you will, because you’re a good girl.”

Her face softened and she turned, walking away from me and the door. She went back to the office chair she’d been using and settled back into it, crossing her arms with a huff of irritation.

I thought thegood girlcomment might work. Shewasa good girl, just a good girl who was struggling and I really wanted her to bemygood girl.

“Okay, what did you need to talk to me about besides my termination?” Her tone still had a bite, but her body language wasn’t as hostile.

I walked back over and sat on my desk again.

“Your anger is powerful and it causes you to hurt others and hurt yourself. You throwing a coffee cup at Kay was absolutely unacceptable. Lately, your coworkers have been doing nothing but walking on eggshells around you. You are a very skilled artist and an asset to Daddies Ink when you’re not mad,” I said, starting my well-practiced lecture.

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