Page 19 of A Dom Vs. Domme Story
Chapter 8
KATHRYN
Junri and I arrive back at the hotel by eight at night. By this time I’ve officially enteredpanic forevermode. If her cousin doesn’t know what’s happened to Ian, then I’m going to officially explode. How am I supposed to survive this bullshit? Either something terrible has happened to Ian without anyone knowing, or he’s deliberately hiding from me and the rest of the world. Can’t say I like either option. I couldn’t even tell you which I would rather have. Someone’s going to pay, though. Oh, they willpay.
My name is Kathryn Alison, and nobody fucks with me or the people I love.
It goes both ways, and I understand where Ian is coming from when he goes into Caveman Mode over my safety and perceived honor. Probably because he and I enter very similar headspaces in and out of the bedroom. We are both used to seeing our partners as people we have to protect. They look to us for safety and security, even if they are also loaded as fuck. Right now I have my boyfriend and occasional sub’s safety as my topmost priority, and I will make sure both he and the universe know that endangering him at any time is not an option.
That said, if he’s deliberately avoiding me, he can kiss my ass – and my boots. I’ll give him the most merciless BDSM session his brain can conceive and his cock can handle. Then I’m dumping him!
I can’t even entertain that option right now, though. Because my gut knows that something is wrong and beyond his control. I wish I knewwhat!
Junri gets her cousin’s room number from the night auditor. She leads me into the executive elevator, and we spend a tortuously silent ride up toward the top floor.
“We will get the answer,” she assures me as we step into the hallway. “If not from my cousin, then my uncle will know. Surely.”
I hope she’s right. Yet isn’t it as likely that Ian got lost on his way back from the party? Right? Then again, both he and Kunihiro are staying in the same hotel, so wouldn’t they have returned together?
I need to stop running my brain in these circles.
Junri knocks on the door with a determined expression on her angular face. I don’t know what her relationship with her cousin is like, but she’s not showing the least bit of shock when he opens up wearing nothing but a casual pair of jeans and a finely made undershirt. RnB music plays in the background. That is definitely the scent of a woman’s perfume wafting from within.
Great. This is the third date I’ve interrupted tonight, and it all started with Ian missing ours earlier today. What a roll I’m on!
They’re speaking Japanese, shutting me out of the conversation. From Kunihiro’s casual stance and Junri’s serious expression, I can tell this is a family matter that has nothing to do with me, anyway. If I were more in my right mind I would be able to read the situation better. Maybe deduce how far these two go back and how much they like (or don’t like) each other. Right now I’m barely capable of minding my own two feet, so that’s out.
Kunihiro opens his door and gestures for us to enter. Junri goes ahead, and I follow. Immediately we come upon the scene of an underway seduction. Kunihiro’s date is a Japanese woman in a blond wig and a tacky taste in cocktail dresses. I can tell a fake Dior dress from a mile away. It wouldn’t bother me except this woman with two chubby cheeks and a squeaky voice turns her nose up at me when I enter. What? Can’t handle a real blonde?
He cleans up the empty wineglasses and pulls on a loose black overshirt. His date realizes she’s not getting laid anytime soon and crosses the room with a pout.
“Do you know what happened to Mr. Mathers after your party last night?” Junri asks in English.
Kunihiro snorts as we sit down on the couch and chairs on the far side of the room. “Sou kamoshiremasen,” he says with a gruff voice. A change from the professional, subdued tone he used at our meetings.
“Let’s speak in English, please, so Kathryn can understand.”
“English?” His accent was the worst at the meetings, not that I held it against him, but now I swear he’s being flippant on purpose. He’s probably been perpetually drunk since last night’s party. “Okay, English only.”
“So?” Junri leans forward, hands folded across her knees. “Do you know where he is? He’s been unreachable all day, and Kathryn says it’s not like him. At all.”
Kunihiro mulls over her words. I know that look. Every person who speaks a foreign language knows that look. “I saw him at the party last night. Uncle left first. Said he had to leave early to go back to Sapporo for a meeting.”
“Okay, but what about Mr. Mathers? I don’t care about Uncle.”
“Ian was… a bit indisposed.”
What the hell does that mean?
“You’re going to have to do better than that, Cousin.”
“Ah, well… I promised I wouldn’t tell.”
I jerk up. “So youdoknow where he is?”
“Like I said, I promised I wouldn’t tell.”
“Cut the crap, Kuni-kun.” Junri stands up and towers over her cousin. He leans back, unintimidated by the woman who will one day rule his family’s company. I don’t have to know a lot about Japanese culture to know that’s not in his favor. “Where the hell is he? Even if you’re covering for him, you should still tell us. If he was at our company’s party, then we’re responsible for his well-being.”
