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“I beg to differ. You refuse to show any kind of emotion. You refuse to care.” I couldn’t pretend the words I spoke didn’t hurt. But they were true.
“That’s not true, Posey,” he spoke quietly.
“Oh,nowI’m Posey?” I threw my hands in the air with utter exasperation. “Make up your damn mind already!”
“Listen, you need to remember that we have a contract—”
“Fuck the contract, Soren! Jesus, would it kill you to act like a human and care about me? Seriously. I’m not asking you to fall in fucking love with me. I’m asking you to just… care!” My teeth clenched hard against the onslaught of tears that prickled and burned at my eyes.
“That’s not what this is,” he said, again through clenched teeth.
“Why not?” I felt drained.
“Because we didn’t agree to this.” He motioned between our bodies. “That wasn’t part of our negotiations.”
“Fuck that shit, Soren! Not everything has to be about negotiations and contracts! This is not mergers and acquisitions. We are not a fucking court case!” I wanted to pull my hair out at his complete inability to act like a normal human. Why was this so difficult for him?
“Let me make this perfectly clear, Ms. Adams.” the way he almost sneered my name had me cringing. “This is a contracted relationship of a sexual and kinky nature that we entered into of our volition. It can be terminated just as quickly. We didn’t agree to anything more or anything less. What you’re suggesting, it isn’t going to happen. So, get it out of your head.” With that, he stormed off.
Good. Let him.
I listened as the back door to the yard opened and slammed shut before I stormed off towards my own room.
The afternoon stretched on with both of us staying away in our own corners of the house, unwilling to have a rematch just yet. I was just finishing the touches on my hair when I heard him in the hallway.
“Posey?” his voice called, knocking on my door. I rolled my eyes.
“What?”
“You will be in the dining room for dinner at six and we will finish the evening in the playroom.”
I stood, open mouthed, staring at the closed door. Enough was enough.
I swung the door open, hand on my hip and ready to let my fiery attitude match my fiery red hair.
“You must be out of your goddamn mind if you think I’m going to scene with you tonight,” I laughed. If looks could kill, I would already be in the morgue based on how he sneered.
“I urge you to choose a different tone and far better words if you’d like to be able to sit at all this next week.” His words were cold, crisp.
“I already told you I do not want to scene tonight,” I argued.
“And you failed to give me a valid reason,” he pushed right back. Oh, were we going to do this? Fine.
“I told you it was for your mental health. You’ve obviously gone completely crazy if you think I’m going to let you be a complete asshole to me for days on end and then have me kneeling at your feet in perfect fucking servitude just because you said so.”
“Actually, that’s exactly what our contract states.” He stepped forward, obviously in an attempt to prove his domliness or whatever, but fuck that. I didn’t budge an inch.
“I disagree. As you stated earlier, our contract can end at any time by either party,” I pushed back, my nose in the air.
“Are you ending our contract, Ms. Adams?” The man was stoic as hell, showing almost no emotion. Save for his eyes. His eyes burned, and I could not look away.
“Of course not, but tonight I’m going out with a friend.”
“If you want out of this agreement, then you need to honor our contract and be upfront about it. I am not a child, and I will not behave as one. Please give me the same courtesy, if you can manage. Aside from that, you willnotbe going out with a friend tonight.” He was so close I could feel his chest rising and falling only a breath away from my own.
“Why the fuck not? You can’t control every little thing I do,” I spat back, my finger pointing into his chest with every word. His hand caught mine and held tight.
“Because I will not allow it. I am still your Dominant at this point, and it is still our contracted day for kink.”
