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Red-hot rage flows through my veins. “Why would I hold something against you that happened years ago?”
She huffs. “Well, I’m still a Domme! I still do cam work!”
“Can we talk about that later?”
“Fine. Looks like we have a lot to talk about later, too.”
“What’s that supposed to mean, sweetness?”
The tension in the truck is thick with our adrenaline pumping through us. I have the urge to go and torture someone before hanging them upside down outside of Serena’s window.
“Do you still have feelings for her?”
This is my in. This would be the perfect time to let her know that my ex messaged me from the dead. This might have also been the ideal time to tell her about my family. About her family.
Maybe after I kill her father.
“No, baby, I don’t.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
SERENA
To my surprise, I feel a little better after Max told me about his ex. After being cheated on and being single for so long, I don’t know if I could handle a ghost haunting our relationship before it even became one. The truth is, I’m falling for the asshole. I wasn’t lying when I screamed at him in my house when I told him how I felt.
After getting all checked into Alpha, I led Stella to the bathroom for us to change and get ready to go. I gave Deacon and Max simple instructions on what to wear for our scene, and I hope they followed them.Or maybe they don’t, and they get punished.
“Holy shit, Serena!” Stella gushes the minute we step behind the bathroom doors. She’s bouncing on the balls of her feet like a little kid on Christmas morning. “You guys have it so bad for each other!”
Quickly, I grab out my robe, lingerie, and heels from my bag for tonight. I’m glad Stella packed a couple of different colors for the evening, because this deep purple one is gorgeous.
My emotions have taken over me. My hands are shaking as I try to place one thought in front of the other thought. Nothingworks. After admitting who my father is and about my ex, I feel exposed. I feel like a doll being played with. I hate this feeling.
As much as I adore Stella and would love to get her on her knees for me, I can’t tell her anything more than I already have. She is already too close to me. Everything is muddy. I hate not being able to see my clear thoughts while I work out this scene in my head. All I can see is murky water with monsters hiding below it.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I mutter unconvincingly.
So, I do what I know best. I am deluding.
“Don’t lie to me, Mistress.”
I drop my heels to the ground, wiggle my feet in them, and then stand up. After I have shed my street clothes, I’m putting on my lingerie. “Seriously? We are going to do this?”
She gasps. “Why is it so hard for you to admit you care about people?”
I tighten the robe around my waist. “I admit it when I care about people!”
She’s standing up with her arms wrapped around her middle. “This whole time, I have been telling you how much I cared for you, and you have pushed me aside. You have pushed everyone away. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with your brain to make you feel like others don’t care about you.”
I stand up in front of her and fight the urge to wrap my hand around her throat. “You don’t know anything about what I’ve been through, Stella. You don’t know shit.”
Her hands fly out to smack me in the chest. I fly back a little since I’m in heels. My eyes widen as we have our first fight.
“You’re right. I don’t know much about you. It isn’t for my lack of trying. You keep people on the hook, make them fall for you, and then push them out before shit gets too real. Do you know how scary it is to be around you at times? You are like thesun. I’m not around you too much, I get cold, but I’m around you too often, I’m too hot.”
“Tell me more about how you feel, Stell. It seems like you have a lot to say!” I’m practically screaming at her. This is the first time I have ever yelled at her. I fucking hate it.
She is in my face with tears rolling down her cheeks. “I’m sorry, Mistress. I shouldn’t have done that,” she whispers with her head down.
