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“Both.”

Interesting. This could be the opening I’ve been hoping for. Only one way to find out. “How about we do something outside the Monarch?”

She immediately shoots it down. “He’s not ready for that yet. I asked.”

“No sex. Just dinner. My place, tomorrow night.”

“We both have work.”

“Breakfast afterwards then.”

“It’ll be nearly dawn.”

“So? I’ll make eggs benedict.” That’s her favorite. “Aaaand maybe some crepes.” Those are Vault’s favorite.

Her smile is serene and lovely when she wraps her arms around my neck and hugs me. “I think that’ll work.”

“Good. I’ll see you both by sunrise.”

Chapter 19

Sophie

Knox always says and does the right thing. I felt a little guilty about showing up at Midnight Run tonight, but with how my week has been, I needed to have the stress fucked out of me. I happen to be a quite simple woman in the bedroom. Know how to use your tools right, and I’ll come. Knox knows how to use every part of his body for my maximum pleasure. I swear it’s a natural born talent of his. He can make me come effortlessly.

I love that for me.

Not getting attached to my subs is a rule of mine. I’ve definitely broken it with him. But can you blame me? Knox is perfect. Smart, funny, cooks like a Michelin-starred chef, and fucks like a top-tier porn star. Tall, built, and tatted, too. The man gives me pussy flutters any time I think of him.

And if Knox is fire, then Vault is ice.

Deep, unwavering beauty that locks you in a protective hold and claims you down to the bone. Always calm, cool, and collected, he rarely shows emotion, but you feel what he feels, regardless. It’s not easy to shake off.

I wish I knew the precise moment I fell in love with them. It’s a lot like a gravitational pull, wherethey slowly landed in my heart. Watching them finding their way back to each other is a beautiful thing. Taking part in their healing is a gift I’ll forever be grateful for. But last weekend knocked my Domme side off kilter. I’ve yet to reflect on how big a mistake I might have made by taking on Vault and Knox at the same time like this. It’s not that I can’t handle it, it’s that if I’m ever forced to walk away from them, I don’t know what that will look like for me.

It’s caused me to question a lot of things lately and Ryker asking where I belong the other night has been pounding in my head ever since.

Ibelongat the Monarch Club.

But what does that mean? What does that look like moving forward?

Knox and Vault share me now because we have an arrangement. Rules and boundaries. This is a healing process for the two of them that I’m only privileged to be a part of. Once they’re back together, our arrangements will end, and I’ll lose them both.

The last thing I want to do is muddy the waters by adding my personal feelings to their already precarious situation. This isn’t about me. Never has been. From the moment Vault asked me to help him, to the night Knox found out we were fucking, I have only been a conduit. It’s time to face the reality that this is all I’ll ever be.

“What if they love you back?”A small voice in my over-active brain whispers.

“What if they don’t?”I mentally whisper back.

I’m too afraid to find out which it is. The emotional roller coaster is draining me. Add in my own lies and secrets… well…

What time is it? Shit, I should be at the Monarchalready, but can’t summon the will. Work kicked my ass this week, especially when I had to tell my amazing team the devastating news of the project going to shit, and evenings at the club have sucked up the rest of my energy.

I need a fucking break.

Sophie: I’m not coming in tonight.

Ryker: Are you okay?

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