They flanked me again, each taking one of my elbows and escorting me back to the main floor. We exited the building and headed toward the black truck sitting in front of the doors. Landon passed his keys over to Langston, then joined me in the back seat. I thought for sure they would leave me back there alone to think about what I’d done, but Landon surprised me by buckling me into the middle seat and pulling me against his side.
I relaxed against him, my tears finally drying up. With his arm over my shoulder, I felt the urge to cry again, but I managed to hold it in.
No one said anything during the drive, and it soon became obvious that we weren’t going to my apartment. Which meant we were headed to their house.
I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.
Part of me was eager to hear what they had to say to me; the other part was dreading it. I wouldn’t put it past them to have a sit-down chat explaining why this wouldn’t work any longer but asking that I didn’t resign my position.
If they did that, I would certainly be leaving the company. Although I considered myself a strong woman, I could only tolerate so much. The thought of watching my bosses move on with their lives without me wasn’t something I could contemplate.
At least for now, I had a little time to think about what I wanted to say to them.
God only knew I had plenty on my mind.
•
My ass hurt.
An hour later, I could still feel the sting on my skin. It made it difficult to sit down.
Well, that and the scrutiny of Landon’s and Langston’s gazes as they watched me from their positions on the sofa.
When we first arrived, they gave me a few minutes alone, directing me to go into Landon’s bedroom. I took my sweet time, trying to regain my composure. It wasn’t easy when I was presented with Landon’s bed. I remembered the last night I was here, when they had both taken me together. It was one of the greatest nights of my entire life.
Finally, I managed to force myself back to the living room, where they instructed me to kneel. Which was where I was now, at their feet, with my sore butt resting on my heels. With every shift, I could practically feel the heat of Landon’s hand coming down on me. As angry as I wanted to be at him for it, I couldn’t quite get there. I had deserved it.
“Are you ready to talk now?” Langston asked, staring down at me.
I shrugged.
“Not a good answer,” he growled roughly.
Sighing, I glared up at him. “I’m not sure what you want from me. I already gave you my notice, so you should be thrilled. You can move on with your lives without having to worry about hurting my feelings.”
“And why would we hurt your feelings?” Landon questioned.
Damn it.
I should’ve known they would back me into a corner with this.
Before I could come up with a reasonable response—one that wouldn’t give away everything I felt for them—Langston held out the envelope that had been on my desk earlier.
“I don’t want to read it,” I said belligerently.
He didn’t budge. “I wasn’t asking.”
Swallowing hard, I took the envelope and glanced between it and them, then back. I really didn’t want to read it. I didn’t want to know who I was supposed to belong to next because it wouldn’t matter anymore. I didn’t want to play their games, didn’t want to be passed around. My heart was too fragile to endure any more.
“Open it, pet,” Langston insisted.
I could feel my throat constricting as tears threatened.
I slid my finger beneath the flap and unsealed it before pulling out the sheet of paper. I took a deep breath, then unfolded it.
Luci,
We’re sure you’re expecting this letter to tell you who you belong to next. However, that’s not the case. It doesn’t matter who has the honor of having you for their submissive, that’s something we’ve all enjoyed. The fact of the matter is, we have realized something.
There’s no need to do that anymore.
We already know who we belong to.
L & L
My heart nearly burst right out of my chest as I read and reread the letter over and over. The tears started to fall and there was nothing I could do to stop them, even as they splattered on the paper and caused the ink to run.
I couldn’t look them in the eye. They weren’t telling me who I belonged to. They were telling me who they belonged to. Had I read the note before I’d sent my resignation, I would’ve never gotten myself to this place.
Yeah. Even I could recognize that I was far too stubborn for my own good sometimes.
