Page 45 of Doctor's Demands
Shaking his head again, he kisses me, then says, “You’ll only fuel her fire. I’ll have to handle things and take my licks.”
“Owen, let me help you. Let me be there for you and face this with you. We’re together now.” I rest my head on his chest and breathe him in.
“Not anymore, Petra.” He picks my head up to look at him. “I won’t bring you down with me. I love you too much to do that to you.”
“Owen, don’t …”
He stops me with a kiss, and I feel the backs of my eyes burning.This can’t be happening to us!
I wrench my mouth away and stare into his eyes as he whispers, “Don’t make this harder than it already is.”
“Don’t end what we have. I’ve never known love before. Don’t ruin me, Owen. If you leave me over this, then I’ll be ruined. I mean it.”
“No, you won’t.” He smiles at me. “Petra, you will recover from this. I promise you that you will. And as you watch the media tear me apart, you’ll be grateful that I let you go and didn’t hold onto you through it all. I’ll be called names like monster and pervert. And if you’re with me, standing at my side, you’ll be called a brainless whore.”
“I’m not one,” I say, and smile right back at him. “I’m not a little girl, Owen. I know I’m only twenty-one, but I have my head-on right. I have a heart full of love for you, and I won’t be that easy to ridicule.”
“You also won’t get to teach,” he reminds me. “That’s your dream. You told me that yourself. I won’t be the reason you don’t get to live out your dream. Don’t even ask me to do that to you.”
I don’t know what the hell to say to the man. He’s being such a hero, but at his expense. And I can’t let him do that to himself.
A knock at the hotel door has both of us freezing. “Who do you think that is?” I ask.
“No idea. We should get out of this tub and get dressed. I need to get you back into the safety of the apartment at the club.” He helps me get out of the tub first, and I grab a towel and wrap it around myself, then hand him one.
“You can stay in the apartment with me.” I hurry to throw on some clothes.
He follows me to the closet as the knocking persists. Then a woman’s voice calls out, “Owen, I know you’re in there. I’ve been watching your damn rental car. And you have that little whore with you too. It’s time to face the music.”
His eyes are wide as he looks at me. “Fuck! It’s Dena.”
Something moves through me. Panic leads the procession of emotions, followed by offense, and bringing up the rear is pure, unadulterated anger.
That woman who’s at the door has singlehandedly ruined my man’s career and that’s not okay!
“Let’s get dressed and let her in,” I tell him as I move away from him and find a dress and pull it over my head. Making my way to the bag with some panties in it, I pull them on as he watches me in horror.
“We can’t let her in.”
“Oh, yes, we can,” I say, and saunter out of the bedroom and into the living area.
In a flash of tanned skin and black skivvies, Owen beats me to the door and plants himself in front of it. “No.” His eyes look stern, and his manner is a bit commanding.
But the woman on the other side of that door needs to be straightened out, and I plan on doing the straightening. “Why not?” I ask with a loud voice.
“Let me in,” Dena shouts. “I can hear you both.”
Owen steps away from the door and places his hands on my shoulders as he looks me squarely in the eyes. “Because I am your Dom and gave you a direct order. Do not open that door. You have to do as I tell you to, sub.”
My jaw clenches as I think about blowing off what he’s said and opening the door and dealing with the bitch. But then I feel like I’d be breaking our bond. The first thing that brought us together. A thing that, while most might not understand it, I hold dear to my heart.
Dropping back, I kneel and take the submissive position, dropping my chin to my chest. No words leave my lips. I am his until the contract is up. I will follow the rules I signed off on. I will let him control this situation however he sees fit.
Placing his hand on my shoulder, he whispers, “Thank you, Petra.”
Owen isn’t your typical Dom. He has a lot of things going on inside of him that most Doms don’t. I’m brand new to this, and even I can see that. As for his dabbling in this world, he’s about to pay the ultimate price: his livelihood. And he wants me to stand by and say nothing, hide even. And I need to let him do that for me, I suppose. I need to let him take the hero’s way out of this and save my reputation.
But it feels wrong.
