“OK,” she says, giving in easily. “I won’t. I promise.”
“Good,” I say. “Good then I’ll have Jordan call you with the details and I’ll see you tomorrow night.”
“Good night, Elias. I hope I made you happy tonight.”
“You did,” I say. “Good night, Nadia.”
I reach over for the phone and tab the end button. Then I lie there, eyes closed, and start to drift. I picture the entire conversation in my head again. Try to remember all the dirty things she said. My cock, which was well on its way to flaccid, jumps back to attention with the memory. Jesus. That was some good phone sex. She really knows how to…
I open my eyes and sit up. Blink a few times to clear my blurry vision.
She really knows how to take control, is the rest of my thought.
Control.
That fucking bitch. She just dominated me, didn’t she?
Did I actually ask her where she wanted me to come?
I stand up and look down at my pants.
Fucking hell. Come all over my front. They might be ruined. My hand is sticky with it. My heart is still beating faster than it should. My cock is still semi-hard because I’m still fucking thinking about the experience she just gave me.
Goddamn it.
I look over at my phone and bring her picture back up on the screen.
She is sexy as fuck. But she’s a manipulative little cunt. I will make her pay for this little move. I will make her fucking pay.
“Nadia Wolfe,” I say, walking into my bedroom to get undressed. “You are not the dom in this relationship.”
I hope her little trick was worth it. Because tomorrow, I’m gonna show her what submission really looks like.
I have a scenario in my head immediately. One I haven’t had to use in a very long time. One that will have her writhing, and moaning, and screaming our names. One that will have her begging for more and begging us to stop at the same time.
One that will definitely show her who’s boss.
Chapter Eight - Nadia
I’m snickering with delight when I get the hang-up beeps from Elias. I stand up and stretch. My old t-shirt rides up my belly and my cut-off sweats fall a little down my hips.
I hike them up and then skip into my kitchen to make a cup of tea.
I should’ve been an actress. For real, I am so good at this shit.
But these stupid men, right? They are ruled by those cocks. And the bigger, the fatter, and the longer those cocks are—the more they use them to think.
I bust out laughing. It’s so loud, it echoes through the kitchen.
“Mr. Bricman,” I say to no one but myself. “You have officially met your match.” He’s going to be so much fun to fuck with, I almost feel giddy at the thought. Never in a million years did I think I’d wrap him up in one night.
God, he’s almost a disappointment. “I expected more from you, Bricman,” I say, filling my tea kettle with water and placing it on the stove burner.
Then I walk back out into the living room and flop onto the couch. I pull my knees up to my chest and look out the window. I think I like Denver. I think Denver is my new favorite place.
I haven’t felt this… happy in a very long time.
The entire night was perfect. I played this game like a goddamned gold medalist. I am the queen of fucking mind games.
“Queen, Bricman! Do you hear me?” I shout it at the walls. “I’m the fucking queen!”
He has no idea who he’s dealing with. He has no idea how manipulative I can be. How cunning, and unscrupulous, and scheming I can be.
But fuck him anyway. Fuck him for only seeing what’s on the outside. Fuck him for pegging me as a victim. Fuck him for underestimating me. Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him.
My phone rings on the coffee table. Vibrates too. I glance down at the number, my heart skipping a beat as I read the screen. For a moment, I hope I’m seeing it wrong. I hope it’s just an illusion. Some kind of hallucination.
But it’s not. It’s real.
The phone is about to vibrate off the table when I reach out and grab it. Tab accept. “Hello?” I say.
“Nadia?”
“Yes,” I say.
Silence.
“What?” I ask. “Why are you calling me?”
“Where are you?”
“None of your business.”
More silence. I should just hang up. But I won’t. I refuse. I will not submit.
“I already know anyway.”
“Good for you,” I say. “What do you want?”
“I want you to come home.”
“No. I’m not coming home. I told you that when I left. I won’t be home again. Ever.”
“You got a new job,” he says.
“Yup. Pretty sweet one, too.”
“Congratulations.”
‘“Thank you,” I say. He won’t ruin my night. Ever again.
“I think about you all the time.”
I sigh into the phone. “It’s over, Logan. It was fun, and then it wasn’t.”
“I’m sorry,” he says. “I didn’t mean to…”
“You’ve told me that a million times. I don’t care what your intentions were. OK? I don’t care. I left and now it’s over.”
“You can’t just… walk out like that, Nadia.”
“You’re breaking the terms of the restraining order, Logan.”
“Fuck that restraining order,” he spits.
I press end, block his number, and turn my phone off. I won’t go back to that bullshit. Ever. He can just fuck off. Him, and Bricman, and, hell, even Jordan. All of them. Every man on the planet. They can all just fuck off.
My tea kettle begins to whistle softly. But I’m stuck here. On the couch. In the past. In another life and this one, all wrapped up into one fucked-up package.
By the time I force myself to get up and go back into the kitchen, the kettle is screaming at me.
I turn the flame off and the whistle fades away.
Just like that life I had. It fades away.
I don’t make a cup of tea. I turn out all the lights, take two sleeping pills, set my alarm for five AM, and climb into bed.
He can’t ruin my night if I end it.
Chapter Nine - Bric
“Hey,” I say when Jordan answers his phone. “You busy?”
“I’m in court today, so yeah, kinda. Why?” he asks. “What’s up?”
“Did you talk to Nadia last night? After we dropped her off.”
“No.” He laughs. “Sorry. I meant to, but I made the mistake of checking my email when I got home and…” He sighs. “This fucking job, ya know? Kinda interfering with my sex life.” A small chuckle escapes at his joke.
“Hmm,” I say. I cannot get that sneaky bitch out of my mind.
“I will though, Bric. Don’t worry. I’ll call her at lunch. You want me to set something up for tonight?”
“No,” I say. Then, “Yeah. I mean I just wanted to know if she called you and you guys had…” Jesus. I cannot fucking believe I fell for her shit.
“Had? What?”
“We had phone sex last night.”
“Fuck, she’s good at that, right? We’ve done it a couple times too.”
“She was trying to control me, Jordan. And she lied. She told me she called you first and you guys played the same little game.”
“Well, we’ve done it a few times. But not last night. Like I said, I got distracted with fucking work.”
“And she’s always the one who initiates?”
“Yeah, why?”