Page 40 of Down the Aisle
Unsure of what to do, I tucked myself into the couch, hugging my knees to my chest. I wasn't exactly thirsty for more alcohol so soon after having a few spiked lemonades with dinner. So, I just sat there in a ball on the couch, and that was my plan until the heavy wooden door crept open.
At first, I thought it was Adam, but then a series of giggles shot that down. The fuck was I supposed to do?! He didn't say anything about me getting barged in on! Nor did he say anything about girls coming in!
Oh my God, what if he came back with a woman? Or what if his employees decided to sneak away for a little quickie in here!?
Gulping, I buckled my nerves down, and reluctantly turned my head to face the cracked door, where three girls had their heads peeping through. "H-hi, uhh Adam's not here right now."
So much for sounding confident.
"Oh, we know, we just wanted to see the cutie Adam's so whipped about." One of the girls giggled with a friendly smile. "And let me just say, you are just a perfect little thing!"
Unsure of how to respond, I offered a friendly smile back with an awkward chuckle. "T-thanks?"
Was that a compliment?
Another girl scoffed at the first, smacking her arm. "Girl, you're scaring her," she scolded playfully before looking at me with a warm smile. "Sorry, we're just all a little too curious for our own good. I'm Sara, by the way, and these two are Amy and Ann." Sara gestured at the other two girls with her introduction.
"Yeah, sorry, but we really wanted to meet Adam's mystery woman who he keeps gushing about." The short blond-haired woman, Ann, commented with a cheeky grin. "And I can see why he can't get you off his mind. You really are such a cute and beautiful thing."
All the sudden attention caused a rush of heat to fan over my cheeks. "H-he talks about me?" I couldn't imagine it; it wasn't as if I had a lot about me to mention.
Amy, the darker blonde, instantly prattled on, "Gurl, all the time! He's always prattling on and on about how cute and dedicated you are to everything! Everything you do, he talks about. He even gushes about how you walk because your hips sway just right and your tight ass is so cute to watch. And gurl, don't even get me started on how lovey-dovey he looks when he talks about how he imagines you three as an actual family."
She kept going, but I couldn't focus on a single word that came out of her mouth after hearing the last bit.
One of the main reasons why I never had an inkling to date, besides being on the run and in hiding, was because I didn't want to worry about my partner and Asher. I mean, not everyone was keen on taking on a kid that wasn't theirs. I've heard and read so many horror stories of single parents dating only to have their partner and kid not work out, for mistreatment to happen, or that the blending didn't go well.
Hell, I didn't know how I was going to tell Asher the truth about James when the time came for him to ask questions about his dad.
Also, what if Asher bonded with Adam well enough to the point where he saw him as his dad? What would I do then? Lie to my kid? I mean, no one knew about Asher's dad, so it's not like anyone could tell him about James. On the other hand, we could drive a wedge into everything by telling him that Adam wasn't his real father. Then, what would I tell Asher?
Yes, I knew I couldn't keep everything from him forever, but that was an issue for later. I wasn't fond of the fact it would all happen eventually, but who knows, maybe Asher just wouldn't even want to know—I was banking on that idea badly.
But, Asher aside, I also worried about Adam. Yeah, he and Asher got along more than grand, and watching the two really brought me a whole different sense of peace… But what if Adam got tired of Asher in the future and didn't want to deal with him anymore?
Shaking my worries away, I zoned back into reality. "Have you guys worked for Adam long?" Maybe I could pry some secret information from them about my soon-to-be boyfriend.
"Think all of us have been working for him for about like seven or so years? Just about. Discounting the year or so we each subbed for him," Sara answered, after pondering for a moment.
Well, that certainly piqued my attention. "You guys were his subs?" All three at once? I didn't want to ask that because the thought of Adam being a master Dom, roping around three women at once didn't settle too well with me.
Chuckling, Sara nodded as she and the other two came into the office fully. "Yeah, at some point in our years knowing him, we were his submissives. Think it was me, first, and the other two knew him through me. When I ended our relationship, the others kind of slowly filed in."
So, not all three at once… I think… I hope.
Embarrassment and discomfort inched around my body, right under my skin. "If you guys don't mind me asking, ummhow is Adam? As a Dom?" I felt awkward asking such a question—it felt too personal to me.
The three of them stared at me in confusion for a moment as if I were some lost duckling. "Uhh are you two not Dom and sub?" Amy asked, tilting her head and looking at me with furrowed brows.
Slowly, I shook my head. "N-no, he's been kind of… courting me? We aren't fully official yet or anything, and we haven't really had sex or done anything of the sorts… We've had a bit of a talk about how our relationship might look and work once we make things official, but I haven't given him the full go yet because I'm just wary about the lifestyle after my past experiences left a rotten taste in my mouth," I admitted almost shamefully as I rubbed the back of my neck.
"Oh, sweetie, you're going to love Adam then. He is like one of the best." Ann gushed with a nostalgic smile. "He's so patient and caring, and he used to be a mentor too, so he really is perfect for a beginner or anyone curious about the lifestyle, or in your case, just anyone who needs a reset," she assured me with a bright and calming smile. "I thought the lifestyle wasn't for me after a string of bad and abusive Doms, so I understand where you might be coming from. And if it wasn't for Adam, I probably would be a lost and frustrated potato out there on the streets."
With a warm smile and giggle, Sara said, "You are in perfect hands with Adam, so don't worry about a single thing. He's not too soft, nor is he hardcore. He's just the right middle ground." The added assurance from the middle-aged woman comforted me some more.
Before another peep could come from the three women, a deep and smooth chuckle took our attention. "Girls, you're not trying to cause trouble or steal my little rose, are you?" Adam stood there at the open doorway, leaning against it with his arms crossed.
"Don't go giving us ideas now," Sara joked with a small laugh. "You better not fuck this up 'cause she's a keeper, and you know I'm never off about these things." I was a little surprised at the authoritative tone she used with Adam while her finger jabbed his way.
