As for Cav … well, I didn’t want to think he would do that to me, but I had picked up on how he took most of his cues from Edge.
They didn’t want me. I was just another toy for them to train. Would they be taking Jenny out on a date now? One at a time or both of them together? Would they pretend she was special, make her feel the way they’d made me feel? Would they go back to Edge’s apartment, walk her through what it would be like if she were their submissive? Would she sleep in Edge’s bed, securely snuggled between them?
The tears were pouring down my face as I headed home, hating myself for being so naive. I had fallen for it from the start, thought I meant something to them.
I berated myself for the entire drive back to my apartment, anger and embarrassment warring. I’d fallen for it. The only good thing was that I hadn’t allowed things to go further. At least I hadn’t been stupid enough to sleep with them.
A sob racked my entire body.
I’d wanted to. I had dreamed about it, fantasized, made it into some stupid romantic story.
It wasn’t romantic. Not even a little.
None of this was. Being a submissive, being passed between Masters. They looked at us like we were toys they could toss away when they were finished. Didn’t matter how we felt.
The second I stepped into my apartment, I stumbled to the sofa, then curled up and cried, letting it all out. That was all I knew to do. I had to get past this, move on.
I would text Edge tomorrow, let him know I didn’t want anything to do with his training. No way could I sit by and watch as he engaged with other submissives. He could save himself for Jenny, spend all his spare time with her. I didn’t care.
“I don’t,” I whimpered aloud, wishing like hell it was true.
I must’ve fallen asleep because I was woken by the sound of someone knocking on my front door. A little disoriented, I got to my feet and made my way to the door before I realized that it was midnight. I peered out the security hole, then frowned.
“Go away,” I called out.
“Open the door, Jamie,” Edge’s rough voice sounded from the other side.
“I don’t have anything to say to you.”
“Open the door,” he repeated.
“No.”
There was silence and I thought for a second he’d left. I should’ve been elated, but instead, my chest ached more.
“Open the door, Jamie,” Edge stated, his voice deeper, lower than before. There was a hint of frustration in it.
Since my upstairs neighbor liked to call the office on me anytime I had friends over, I decided I had to face the music, send Edge on his way.
After unlatching the security chain and unlocking the deadbolt, I pulled the door open a crack. I fully intended to talk to him through that minimal space, but clearly, he had other plans because Edge forced the door back and pushed his way inside. Admittedly, I was a little disappointed when Cav wasn’t with him, but he didn’t give me time to think about it as he shifted me out of the way.
“What do you want?” I asked, glaring at him as he closed and locked the door.
“To talk,” Edge said simply.
“I have nothing to say to you,” I countered, crossing my arms over my chest in defiance.
I knew I sounded like a petulant child, but I didn’t care. They’d hurt me. My heart physically ached in my chest and I didn’t want to get into this with him right now. I didn’t feel strong enough to fight him, and the last thing I wanted was for Edge to see how much I wanted him, how much I needed him.
How much I loved him.
“Sit,” Edge ordered.
“No.”
Those electric-blue eyes narrowed on my face and I could feel the energy coursing through him.
“What?” I snapped. “Did Jenny not do it for you? You needed another submissive tonight?”
Edge’s lips thinned. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“I saw you with her,” I bit out. “You had her in your office. You looked quite cozy walking out. Your hand on her back, guiding her around. She was all smiles. Must’ve had a good time, huh?”
He stood straight, the tendons in his neck taut. His voice held a dangerous air when he spoke. “Not that it’s any of your business, but Miss Ward came to me to let me know she would be leaving the class. Indefinitely.”
That news had me sobering somewhat, but it didn’t completely diminish the hurt and the anger that swirled relentlessly through me.
“Now sit down, Jamie. We need to talk.”
“No.”
“Sit. Down,” he ordered, his eyes flashing with temper.
Clenching my hands into fists, I marched to the sofa and sat. I didn’t look at him, wishing he would just go away and leave me alone.
