Page 89 of His to Possess
I start to push my way through the crowd, which parts more easily for me than it did Lilah. I’m not sure if that’s because of my Dominant reputation or because people are eager to stare at me after that little performance.
“Kim,” Janes barks. “Tell him what happened in the dressing room.”
“Heather was there,” the sub says, hurrying to keep up with my longer strides. “She confronted Lilah. Said a bunch of—”
I stop suddenly and face her. “She confronted Lilah? How the hell does she even know Lilah?” Heather is one of the worst subs I’ve ever worked with. Her first Dom asked me to help train her and it was evident right away why he needed help. Heather seemed to take great joy in being a brat. She could be the poster girl of topping from the bottom. Not an ounce of respect or obedience in that one.
What in the hell was she doing talking to Lilah?
Kim shakes her head. “I don’t know. But she said you had asked her to join the two of you tonight—”
“What?” I bellow, making Kim jump back away from me. Jane places a steadying hand on her sub’s back.
“She said because Lilah wouldn’t put out, you’d arranged for another sub to…take care of you.”
“Jesus fuck,” I mutter. No wonder Lilah had run out of here. I turn back around and practically sprint to the door.
“She said a bunch of really crude stuff,” Kim continues, somehow managing to keep pace with me in her teetering heels. “It was bad. I’m sure Lilah isn’t used to hearing some of the things Heather said.”
She definitely wouldn’t be. Heather has a dirty little mouth on her. It’s one of her preferred ways to induce a punishment. Jesus.
I burst through the front lobby, hoping like hell my girl will be at the coat check. She’s not. Cursing, I dart to the front door. But the street outside is empty.
“God damn it!”
“Philip,” Jane says. “There’s more.”
“What the hell else would there be?”
Jane looks almost contrite, an expression I’m sure I’ve never seen on her face before. “I think she was standing there for a while,” she says. “By the table. When I looked up she seemed frozen in place.”
My stomach drops to my knees. “Fuck.”
Did Lilah overhear us talking about the investigation? Did she hear Jane telling me the truth about her father kicking them out and her mother’s infidelity? Is that the thing that pushed her over the edge? Or had she merely heard Jane being Jane? The woman is more crass than any man I’ve ever met and takes great joy in being as outrageous as possible. I usually humor her, because that’s just how she is.
But if Lilah had heard her…
“Fuck,” I say again, knees feeling a little weak. How in the hell am I going to convince her it wasn’t what it sounded like? I don’t even know where she is.
I pull out my phone and hurriedly type out a text.
Me:I understand why you’re upset. Please let me explain.
Even as I hit send I know how lame it sounds. Isn’t that what every asshole says?It’s not how it seemed, baby, just let me explain.
I try again.
Me:At least tell me where you are. I’m going out of my mind with worry.
I’m surprised when the bouncing dots appear, letting me know she’s responding. I hold my breath until the text comes through.
Lilah:I’m going back to Michelle’s. Please don’t follow me.
Fuck that. My next text goes to my driver, letting him know I need him immediately.
I turn back to Jane and her sub. “Thank you, Kim.”
She fidgets, looking uncomfortable at being dressed directly by me. “Sir…I don’t know if you…did you notice that Heather has a new Dom?”
