Page 135 of Salvage Him
"No, you weren't expecting me." He slammed something down onthedesk.
Ijumped.
"Maybe you were expecting someone else." Paulsneered.
My wrist cuffs sat in the middle of the glass desk. I brought them home when Harrison went out of town. Wearing them made me feel closertohim.
Paul fumbled with one of the buckles as hestoodup.
"I found these in your nightstand." Heopenedit.
"I—"
He held uphishand.
Ishutup.
"Please don't lie to me. You know what. I don't even want to hear the truth. This ends now." He dropped the cuff onthedesk.
The metal hit the glass with aloudthud.
"What do you mean?" I narrowed my eyes and clutched mychest.
"You said there was no one else?" Paulasked.
"Paul. . ."
He walked to the front of the desk and leaned back on it. He crossed his legs at the ankles and pulled his phone out of his pocketandread.
Harrison: Are you wet forme,pup?
Brooklyn: Yes, Sir.Sowet.
Harrison:Howwet?
Brooklyn: I had to change my panties as soon as Igothome. :-)
"I especially love the smiley face at the end of that one," Paul said with widecrazyeyes.
"Paul, stop." I stepped closertohim.
He glared at me and continued to read as I backed up into thefoyer.
Harrison: I'm going to fuck you so hard when I get home. Are you readyforme?
Brooklyn:Absolutely,Sir.
Harrison: That's mysweetsub.
Paul stalked overtome.
"That's my sweet sub!" He screamed inmyface.
I stepped back until my ass hitthewall.
He pursued but didn't touch me. He stood in my space, inspected me like some unidentified rotting pieceofmeat.
"Paul. I'm sorry," I pleaded. “I didn't do anything until after we hadbrokenup."
