He has nothing to be jealous of. Mason and my relationship has nothing to do with Raul.
Pushing my warring thoughts aside, I begin to get ready for my date with Mason.
I don’t know why, but I feel like I need to prove to him I’m more than a bossy bitch with a whip. I need to show him there’s more to this relationship…
But, to do that, I have to make sure he wants this. All of this. I’m not the easiest person to get along with. I’m also an extremely dangerous person.
Getting dressed in a form-fitting dress with a pair of high heels, I feel feminine. I feel sexy dressed up like this. I’m hoping it will show there’s more to me than just a whip yielding drug goddess. Even though I’m hoping he doesn’t know the latter.
My phone is ringing in the background completely unanswered. I know it’s going to be Raul who’s going to try and give me some bull shit about how he knows where Katie is. He doesn’t know where Katie is at all. It’s all a trick to see if he’s really on my side or if he’s on Big Heavy’s side. The guy has been riding the line too long between both sides.
I need all of him or none of him. None of him is going to get the fucker killed.
I check my phone to see Raul has indeed called and texted me three times each since I was busy getting dressed. I don’t want to fucking deal with him.
RAUL: Quit ignoring your fucking texts
RAUL: Seriously, I think we found her
RAUL: I hate when you fucking do this
By the time I get to Mason’s apartment, I’m already rethinking everything. Why the fuck did I ask him out on a date? Seriously… this is fucking stupid. I’m stupid for even thinking this was a good idea in the first place.
Mason might want more from me than to just be my submissive, but I’m never going to be more to him. I’m never going to be the Betty-Crocker-Mama that he’s probably always wanted. Hell, I don’t even know how to cook or anything domestic like that. That’s why I hire people to do it for me.
God damn it.
I park the car and wait for Mason to come out of his apartment. I will be damned if I go up to his door to tell him I’m here. That’s too much. This is all too much.