Page 25 of Dark Fae's Secrets
Those violet eyes go hard then, and I know my time has come to ‘fess up.
“Rook told you?” I ask.
“He told me that you’ve got a secret of your own. He didn’t say what, he left it to you to tell me.”
“How good of him,” I mutter and sigh. “Truth is, I wasn’t actively trying to hide it from you at first. I was trying to handle it before I had to, but she is becoming a nuisance now, making a pest of herself.”
“She?” Savvie croaks out.
I nod grimly. “Before you came to live here, I was with a woman. It was as serious as I thought it could get. How wrong I was, though.” I give her a smile.
She glares back at me.
It makes me love her even more.
“When I fell in love with you, I broke it off with her. It ended long before then, though. She knew it, and I know that I hurt her, but I didn’t want to live a lie anymore. She is trying to blackmail me now to get back at me.”
“Blackmail you with what?” she asks quietly.
“She threatened to go to you with lies about me forcing myself on her,” I answer just as quietly.
She blinks. “But you have to know that I wouldn’t believe that?” she scoffs. “You could never do anything like that.”
“It wouldn’t be entirely an untruth,” I admit with utter shame. I had no problems with this issue before I met Savannah, and now I feel disgusted with myself for engaging in Letisha’s sick fantasies.
“What do you mean?” she stammers and gives me the look that I had been dreading.
“It’s not exactly how it sounds. That woman likes it rough and dirty. She is into all sorts of things breathplay, knifeplay…rapeplay.”
“What?” Savannah croaks out.
I’m pretty sure she has no idea what I’m talking about, but she heard the ‘r’ word and balked. She is backing away from me slightly, and it breaks my heart.
“You see, this is precisely why I was trying to deal with this on my own,” I point out.
“Explain it to me,” she demands, regaining her fire.
“She would run, and I would hunt her down. She would resist me when I…”
“Fuck,” Savannah breathes out, looking down. “And this was her idea?”
“Of course,” I tell her. “I would never…”
She nods briskly. “What does she want?”
“She is a lowly maid. She wants a bump in status to be one of your ladies-in-waiting.” I lean on the pole, trying not to go to her. She isn’t ready yet.
“I see,” she murmurs. “Does she have a name?”
I shake my head. “I’m not giving that to you,” I say. “She doesn’t deserve to have you know her name.”
“Why didn’t you just come to me about this?” she asks the inevitable question. “If you’d explained it, I’d have understood. Idounderstand.”
“Because I didn’t want you to feel disgusted with me. I didn’t want to see the look on your face when you looked at me a few moments ago. It devastates me.”
“Oh, Jerrick,” she says with a sigh and comes to me.
Now, I wrap my arms around her; she needs it, and I need it more than anything. “I love you, Princess.”
